Pale kid raps faster - Mac Lethal. With proof this time.

Fast lyrics:

i don't give a fuck about the money or the fame,
or any groupie trying to touch me, I don't even know her name,
and I'm just kicking a rap to fade the competition,
cuz sick of the sappy, heinous opposition,
man I'm painting watch or listen,
mothafuckas wanna have another personal epiphany,
I'm coming with a symphony, eliminating everybody/anybody,
run up like a cannibal and bite 'em like a peanut butter apple,
in a minute, I'ma nibble on a pentagram,
and every single bitter lamb is getting so offended,
I don't give a damn if anything a mental plan is coming,
as a visually integrated entity,
and everybody's gonna get the guillotine, yeah!,
I'm gettin' cinematic in a matter of a minute,
every milligram is devilish, the vatican will kill it dead,
gonna kill it til it's dead, i'ma try to get em in the head,
cornfed, midwestern whore-bred, she looks though thick,
and juicy give it to me in the booty-shorts, then you gotta
get up in the morn' and look at the iPhone bitch, because,
i don't give a fuck about the money or the fame,
or any groupie trying to touch me, I don't even know her name,
and I'm just kicking a rap to fade the competition,
cuz sick of the sappy, heinous opposition,
man I'm painting watch or listen

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