Week 34 4 Real Gouda

/Full of coulda, woulda, shoulda, then I cut it till it lacerate/ Subtle, mumble, muddled in the mire then I exacerbate/ A tete with the day, so I can make it to the night/ Assured the cure is in the blur, unnerved, I pray it's right/ I hate myself, I hate I failed/ I hate that wack rappers are gonna live to tell the tale/ That the real will be dispelled, dissipate up into hell/And that stupid motherfuckers bank accounts will probably swell/ Like...Fuck Rap Music/ I didn't know money was license to act foolish/ And Fuck You................./Jesus was a fake name; Born and died a Jew/ Muslims didn't do it, we'll be a third world soon/ Mormons wear special drawers, I'm higher than the moon/ Another shot of Bouka, then I'm carving out her womb/ (No Catholic Church...Word to Ghani Gautama, Bitch)