TumbleDweeeb

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Hidden in the heart of the deep south, 
Was a fish named Bobby that needed to get out, 
Bobby wasnt a bottom feeder... but a fresh water, big trout, 
thought he was it... till the buzzard needed to pig out...
Sitting on the roost on a Tuesday morning,
The drizzle a formin,
background oder of four men muffled and dorment.. 
The buzzards on the bluff on a knot of a white pine, 
Is wise with sharp eyes and claws sharpened like carbide,
Swooped down to'th darkside of the darkpines,
And trapp'd the rat like a motherfucking jar fly ... 
Homie my raps are archived... bite wise... 
A pistol in the wind, 
A fucking Cartwright, 
You talk like.. 
You dont even know me mayne,
Had a Four five in my lap since 0h eight, 
I'm the guy that fanned you back on myspace... 

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