This here's my song, G,
'Bout when I was hongry:
I went to the deli
In harlem. They sell me
A sandwich so smelly,
Thought I was in Delhi.
They put grits of hominy
On top of pastronimy.
Nine bucks? Are ya connin' me?
This @#%$@*& economy
And then this here fat-head
Ain't usin' no whitebread!
Be foldin' in flatbread
I shot his ass flat dead.
(drops mic)
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