(Chorus)Ooooh...what a cun-undrum/ I feel jus, jus ,just like a dumb-dumb/ arguing wit-wit-wit-with a some-one/ ....who believes two planes, made three buildings fall on NINE-ONE- ONE....what a cun-undrum...here's a lil sum-thun.....(Verse) Yo.What a cun-undrum,stuck on earth, between the firmament & the tundra /Since the day my momma gave birth, to me, I been searchin' for thunder/ " he been searchin' fo lightning and thunderrrr"/ Whats temporary and permanent, surely you must wonder....its Catch twenty one, plus one more, is another cun-undrum/ I'm smarter than most, but jus' know, I'm dumber than some one/ " yeahhh bitches...he dumber than some one !"/ no election , presidents ..they're selected, so incorrect to say Trump won/ " Wait ..what the fuck, i didnt even know he run, run/ They call you Y.G. my Gee on eye Gee, a young gun/ "pappp..papp. prrrrraaappp!!"/ Public defenders ,nothin but pretenders, so you depend on a dump truck/ " just your dumb luck, everyone butt kissing, kissing butt/ jump the shit out me, no doubt see,I'm still lookin untouched/ " you look deeee-lish-us"/ I eat rappers for lunch, do a set of crunches , ya'll wanna run up / " come on up then!"/ I'm feelin' rambunctious, take off the gloves and leave you in crutches/" people try to sush this, but they suspects...yeahhhhhh...they fuckin jus sus(Chorus) .. Ooooh...what a cun-un-drum/ I feel jus, jus ,just like a dumb-dumb/ argue-in-in-in wit-wit-wit-with some-one/ ....who believes two planes made three buildings fall on nine-one-one....what a cun-undrum...a nun drum..Ooooh...what a cun-undrum/ I feel jus, jus ,just like a dumb-dumb/ arguing wit-wit-wit-wit' so many some ones, with assum sum...one with an assumption/..who believes two planes ,made three buildings fall, on NINE-ONE-ONE..what a cun-undrum...a nun drum..this isn't a love song or a drug song...just another Catch twenty one plus one song....add that shit up...uuum,what a cun-undrum....sippin on red rum..keepin' their heads spun .....yo...space is fake...Rain, Rain, Rain drops keep fallin' on my face.....Flatter Day...Saints.....peep the halo..over the head kids....and watch out for them walkin' dead ,its...gona be bedlum if they catch one...of you fools ,slipping..slippin...slippin' into darknesssss....oh...by the way....its called a Catch twenty two....double speak....nigg-alien- die-allectics..."SO UNTIL NEXT TIME"....this is my special select rime, Oh!! and ladies...don't forget your waters....cuz these waters...under this non rotating plane....they run...they run deep...deeper than Atlantis...i dont believe in magic...spinning balls , in an atmis...atmosphere of space,give,gimmy a break...space is...I aint even gotta say it...I'm jus sayin' though...layin' low..sayin' flows , shootin down sky net archaic drones...every muhh fuckin' day it snows...doin' snow angels..on these low level angles..watchin the superbowl, lions blowin out the bangels...how did 2 planes blow out 3 buildings?..so strange its...
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