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A Lot Of My Rhymes Are Just To Get Chuckles Out Of People. Anybody With Half A Brain Is Going To Be Able To Tell When I'm Joking And When I'm Serious.

You Don't Wanna Go Eggin' Him On. It'll Never Be My Chair That Your On, Crown So Tight That It Cuts Off Circulation To The Brain No Oxygen. Other Words There's No Heir To The Throne.

These Times Are So Hard, And They're Getting Even Harder.

This Opportunity Comes Once In A Lifetime.

Inside It Drives Me Crazy, My Insecurities Could Eat Me Alive.