Mr. Clean

I'm so fresh like Mr. Clean
I might rupture his fucking spleen
Leave him in a ditch with no snitches left inbetween
Try to call for help I'm not selfish
No self esteem
Since when the fuck did I start roasting myself on my beats
(like)
Piece together my fucking past
Like a broken window
All shattered glass
Gotta pass the time with raps I made
Rap is now a mascarade
Half you rappers sound the same
And I might pass em up and lacerate
Maybe
Tack it up the plot I made
And far away
Try to make some farce ok
Like party
We don't part wavs
Hardy
We hate bruce wayne
No shame I show up tardy with not fucks to take
Sound so tuff I don't even have friends
I don't even have bands
I don't even have shit
I don't
I feel so fresh like Mr. Clean
So fresh like Mr. Clean
I feel so fresh like Mr. Clean
So fresh like Mr. Clean
I feel so fresh like Mr. Clean
So fresh like Mr. Clean
I feel so fresh like Mr. Clean
But I'm depressed
Obsessed with me



Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Fessenden
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