Ed-word Hobsun - Numerator

Ladies and Gentlemen
Do you want to hear
Edward Hobsun
all bars no hook
Well your in for treat
I don't know
Numerator dominator
But I'm the reason your mom
Doesn't need a vibrator
Spoil ass needed tuition
I guess I'll stay with her
I know how to lead the team
Like my first name
Was Tim on 08 gators
I would wait on freestyle
But cue the spongebob
Narrator 2 hours later
Used to look like Zach
And act like Slater
Tommy was name
Of the green ranger
On Ebay their selling
Jesus's manager
You thought was close shave
But your not
Holding a razor
I'm spaz like pcp
Someone get the taser
Lightyears ahead
Star Trek phaser
My manner were left
In another bag
I'm more controversial
Than whatever happening
With the flag
A civic leaving
A jag in the dust
Verbs coming in so raw
I could break superman jaw
I mean what say like Lavar ball
My shit so lethal
You end up dying
On a toilet stall
Even if you had the proof
I will never admit
I was wrong
same song and dance
Pulling 720
On the smallest ramp
40 ounce breakfast of champs
No one took sides
Mercernaries set up camp
You can't return that no
You need at least 2 stamps
Chitown now belongs to chance
My execution way too advance
Be straight unless your in
A boy band
And your name is lance
Your weird like you dip
Your eggs in ranch
I'm letting you climb
Till you step on pre-slice
2 words I hate
When I'm killing it
I can't
Prepare for
A 2 hour facebook rant
Kurt angle you suck chant
That's my juvenile stance
Your husband caught us
While we were pulling up
Our pants
Flip a coin to see
Who he will shoot first
She not a scare of death
Just don't ruin her
Favorite shirt
My carcass will be
In his garden
Feeding some worms
Don't like the question
Just ask if he still
Beats his wife
Like David stern
Staring at him
Like punk do your worst
That 4 5 backfire
Right at em
She didn't care
She stood there laughing
Asking if wanna go
Pick out a casket
Grab my shit
Off the mattress
When it comes
To crazy chicks
I'm fasting
Stay away from milfs
On Staten Island
My side dude occupation
Has me in silence
Whats America
without some violence
Suburbs acting
Like mini tyrants
They wanna take
The last shot
Kobe Bryant
I look stylish
No matter how I tie
This tie
Thats on my grandchildren life
Vibing out
Like I have peace pipe
How can I get
Hype at the height
5'10 with a syringe
Full of punchlines
I'm nasty
I hear Busch garden
And I think
Its lunch time
In crunch time
I drink mj secret stuff
I'm here to flex
like buff Bagwell
And raise hell
Raise hell
I feel like that was a good take
Lon don what do you got to say
I'm going to say right now
Nobody going to buy this shit
You got like 30 seconds left
I have six kids
I have to get
Through Ivy League school
This all you got
Burning down the set

Written by:
Justin Hobson

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