My head just exploded all over the paper on this table
Right before I finished writin my fable
And my screamin former fans started rushin the stage
In a rage
Screamin Mox we’re sick of lookin at your bruised up face
Fuck your entire race
We’re puttin hits out on the entire white population
Cuz your rhymes promised a chance at copulation
But only increased our instances of lonely masturbation
So fuck your entire nation
Cuz they usin your shitty rhymes as the main music station
For torturing al queda members bein held in captivation
Sittin here contemplatin my next step in this hip hop biz
Cuz this might be my swan song so enjoy it while it lives
Cuz I been pushing this album so hard
I feel like I been ridin my own dick
Print the headline right now
Mox can’t rhyme for shit
So he’s reverting back to being the self abusing emo kid

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Stick the sword in my lower back
Listen to the bones crack
Watch this shit pierce through my soul
And puncture all 16 of my tats
What was that?
Its common knowledge this kid overrated in the jeans
I been admittin for years Mitchel Paulson been overhyped in your dreams
This my apology to the ladies who thought they were in the sack with a fiend
But left wondering if Mox isn’t better off living life as a drag queen
I’m throwing the hand I been dealt and regaining my champtionship belt
Place that bitch around my waist and shove it in your face
Cuz Mox got a cult following and your left with no choice but to join the chance
Or risk being swept away with every other bitch I’ve left in my wake along the way
Youre listening to the one and only classic cassette tape that Mox every gonna present
Cuz he’s too broke to record the follow up
Cuz these are fucking songsthatmakenocents

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Mox, you gotta lose the attitude
Go back to being a regular dude
Cuz you got bitches so amped up
They scheming to put rufies in your booze
Let those pills get you in the mood
Till you changed to the bed wearing nothing but your shoes
And the photograph showing up on the front page of the La Crosse Tribune
Fuck it
I’ll snatch the photo and send em to my favorite homo
Cuz I got gay friends all over the map
And it don’t matter shit to Mox if they off hittin it from the back
To each his own or so I been told
Let me continue searching for the gold
Or at least my soul that I sold when I drunk stumbling home in the cold
Don’t say you aint been told
Until mox makes his Ali like return to the mic
I’m shuttin off the lights on this life and comin back as a ghost in the dark of the night
To do work on your naked wife cuz I’ve heard the second time’s twice as nice

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