bookworm. - Rat Race (feat. Mogli Da Foulchild & DJ Slam)

These wack fakes can get gas face
Like a bad case of ass taste
Welcome to the damn rat race
Where everyone's in last place
But that's the way of this planet ain't it?
Irreparable damage, face it
Everything is something we can't handle
In tandem with still being toddlers
Who need to be coddled
I'm honest I'm tryin to give up the bottle
But I'm lost behind these tails
They walking with a waddle
And when we finaly fail
I'll be here picking up pieces of cobble
I leave behind a slimy trail
In hopes that I'm not too hard to follow
I think that it's time we sail
Instead of being caught up in an office
We could get stuck in jail for makin any of our own profits
Stickin' my head through the rails
Screaming out false profit
At the cops who got me locked up in this pit!

No time to save face
When you're running in the rat race
Some Makeway, I make haste
No waste men to replace
I feel phased and dazed, confused
This fake shit keeps me amused
It's one thing in your presence
It's another when you're gone, and they jealous
Fellas, fellas: EAT A FAT DICK
I'd say I boned ya chick...
But that goat got a really good kick
You know who's sick?
The dudes whose style ya picked
Move ya mouse point it to "File: Quit"
The best decision in your life, so be proud of it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're all the shit
I'd rather work hard than be a counterfeit
Just to hear the sound of it
So keep the hustle in place
In case ya stumble ya pace and fall out of this rat race

Written by:
Alex N., J. Dobski

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