D.E.W.-NOT-CONS3NT

(Chorus)

I admit ,

to not bein' the smartest dude,

probably,

But ,I dont consent,

To having the police search through my property,

" But if I'm not doin' nothin' wrong,

it shouldn't bother me",

Im not sayin' you should harbor thiefs,

jus' sayin' no thanks ,when they try carding me,

Reasonable articulate suspicion is the card you need,

To even stop & really bother me...

When walkin' on the street...

(Verse)

I was half way to the moon when,

My saddle loon went,

Smack into the firmament like a balloon hit,

Mock 2 , too quick,

Listen to the music,

Admitting that they spoofed it,

Would be committing suicide ,& they'd lose it...

"Lose what?"..

All the money that they ,do get,

To use if, they want to abuse kids,

Dont roll your eyes & say its stupid,

Just because your views are aloof ,get,

Your fluids movin' inside your noodle groovin' ,

Delusional, Uber movin',

Flouride in the tuba toothpaste you've been usin',

Dude, youre losin'...

Another useless poo-sin...

"you mean, useless person ?"

I dream of doin' worse than,

The first verse penned by my flerf friend,

Who flirts when,

He's in the club ,gettin' tips...

Roll up a dub into a spliff,

Roll out the club & get it lit,

This is as legit as it gets,

Wouldn't expect much more from a degenerate,

"Fuckin' Ellen"

Thats offensive ,if,

You pretend to sniff,

Depends mens shit,

Adult diapers that men depend on if,

They accidentally have an accident,

Ive got an axe to grind but cant find any axe to sent...

At this attractive chick,

Who actually has a bad ass accent,

Maybe shes from flagship...

Arizona...

"Yo bruh, you mean Flagstaff?"..

Now that I have my bags packed,

I can ransack this snap chat,

Account ,that I hacked fast,

To avoid any backlash ,

That my actions may have attracted,

All names have been redacted,

False claims have been subtracted,

Globe ball games, have been enacted,

By these shamefull men that capture,

The attention of the pasture,

So I attempt to bust a rap fir,

Anyone who doesnt know its flat ,yer,

Not obligated to ask ,words,

But I feel like its my job to make flat heard,

Smokin' a backwoods ,with a crack head, drivin' backwards,

Doin' laps ,bet, if i go any faster,

Ill blow up this camper,

Throw up my bladder,

And go slow up a ladder...

Till the day the saints come marchin' in....

FLATTER....

(Chorus)

I admit ,

to not bein' the smartest dude,

probably,

But ,I dont consent,

To having the police search through my property,

" But if I'm not doin' nothin' wrong,

it shouldn't bother me",

Im not sayin' you should harbor thiefs,

jus' sayin' no thanks ,when they try carding me,

Reasonable articulate suspicion is the card you need,

To even stop & really bother me...

When walkin' on the street,

The tyrants that're on the beat,

Should all get fired , not put on leave,

And get paid at the same time ,

While A.I. investigates the claimed crime,

" not A.I."

Wait...you dont say , why?

" you meant to say I.A."

Try play-ing it back again...

You mean the line or when saying an acronym?