i am IRON BAG

to all my neighbors, i guess you dont got jobs
its late thursday night and i be writin on my blogs.
i had to close my window cause yalls too loud
if i lived by the snowfall, the roads would be plowed
but alas yo i aint, i.b. livin in the south
girlies all amazed by words that exitin my mouth
i said my neighbors, yo they do cocaine
i told you once before iron bag insane.
iron bag he a painter, iron bag he a sainter.
perhaps if a part of cow, yo he’d havta be the tainter.
but i dont mind being taint cause im one you gots ta suck
iron bag all explicit like the lyric dont give a fugg!! (what?)
and now you sees my blogg and you make it all been dugg
you claim theres syntax errors but you neva find a bugg
but you wont so you dont, cause my code’s been mad clean
but you wont so you dont, cause my rhyme is so pristine
but you wont so you dont, yo wheres the war latrine?
but you wont so you dont, ever call me iron bean.

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