Sauce Is Matisse - Personality Test II

It's like I'm Mr. Hatred & Sophistication
But I miss the days when I could risk my paycheck
When I spit this dangerous and bitching playlist
But nobody wanna play this, I'm pissed and pained
I paint a picture with a statement
But some are saying I ain't "gangsta"
Well no shit, that obvious observation
Is borderline racist, but plain as day, ain't it?
The same shit on a different day isn't success
The fame isn't attained by fickle fucks flexing
But inane bitching and blaming em doesn't bump hits
I gotta say what I'm saying and say it sucks less
Dammit I'm morbid, I'll can up my torment
In the morgue while I'm listening to Cannibal Corpse
Got a hand on the boards and I'm demanding a chorus
But with the banter I'm bored, I'd better bank on aborting this shit

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Sauce Is Matisse

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