And In Conclusion 
PDANK I be that broke mother****er 
Maine's where 
I'm rappin' 
Better than these rappers 
But nobody buys my record 
What you don't like broke hova? 
You think that 
I'm more like a hoover 
Think that 
I suck, I don't give a **** 
You can go ahead hit me with a low blow like a tuba 
I don't toot my horn but, 
I blew a creek like 
McGrubber 
I didn't get a lex like luther 
And I went hard till my legs looked few shooked 
Used to want to beat king koopa 
Now all I want to beat is the beats and the freak 
In the mirror 
When the demon appears, 
I have seen my fears 
I could be that loser! 
Even if it ment quitting reefer 
Stop staying high like a roof 
So you youtube my maneuvers 
You can see my as a mover, rapper, producer 
At the computer, ha! 
With a fender straped and a pen that's black 
Trying to prove 
I'm super 
While the bass line barks in the woofers 
Track liers 
Trains coming for you goobers 
The fat lady is singing notes 
And ringing of her foopa 
I suggest you find a cougar 
Find a way to doop her 
Into thinking that she's demi moore and you are 
Ashton Kutcher 
Because you're ****ed otherwise 
Otherguys 
Besides reconsider these rhymes lulibyes 
Sleep tight ****ers! 
P...Dank I'm from where we don't celebrate soccer wins 
Witk a broke contrast, with the obulant 
Most on blassed for profidin 
While the folks shit cups on the block cement 
Marriages on the rocks again 
Mom looking for a paps again 
Kids witniced all arguments 
Now they losing trist when you talk to them 
Oh shit quick bring a doctor in 
We're gonna need facebook and some oxygene 
STAT... (EEEH) 
Bring it back 
We got spray tanned children 
Abandoned buildings 
Kids stay still cause the cancer killed em 
I'll keep moving 'till 
I'm handing millions 
And I ride 'till 
I crash all kind of zillgince 
Teachers broke but the man get millions 
Or rather 
Techers broke but the man get quadrillions 
Cause the man stay drillin' 
We got children, in 
Buildings, with ceilings, that's cracked 
While Villians got 
Villas, their chillin' is wack 
But thats the earth, dig in, or get in the dirt 
You got one ear that works 
Could be worse! 
So if there really is a big fluffy 
Jesus Tell him let's get weeded 
I know he's got connections 
Texting, look ryan peters' needed 
I'm speaking it's like 
I'm bleeding 
Flames like flames pleedin' 
I came to change games 
It's lame to blame demons 
Proclaim the lame evenings 
Ticket breaks heathen 
I seize this beat screaming 
I steam while peeps leaving 
The trees creek 
I sleep near my family 
The devil ain't a fantasy 
I know she wants to dance with me