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Bob_the_rascal

yo its bob1 the fire blazin hitcher//
like jehst i be the high plains drifter//
decapitating sickness the glitch in the picture//
bunni' the tea bags from ur communist scripture//
i be the one who explores the world by fist fights//
i be causing chaos when i grip tight, fix right//
givin belief to the limelights toughguys//
wen i touch down i touch mics//
and i chomp like mosquito bites//

as i navigate across the ruff terrain//
i gain an indepth insight to a world inflicted with pain//
sippin the cold shower, the black rain//
my t-shirt gets dissolve with quick-stain//
i fix words into ur thick brain//
this lame lonely time feelin ur mixed pain//
and i wen i slay you the outcome is always the same//

as the lone-ranger, r-type bandaliro//
the reality of the black hole, the fear grows//
as does my misbehaviour at my stage shows//
the mixed emotions from the gringoes//
sippin vodka, flexin tae-bo//
form muscular trilogies and black robes//
my forever spittin reaches the horizon around the globe//