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[intro: dopey ziegler]
uh, joey z
dopey ziegler, aka young bagel, aka the bagel don
we hungry as f_ck out here, let’s do this

[verse 1: dopey ziegler]
i prolly ain’t the dude you’re hoping to be facing
now you know you prolly should’ve put your shoulder into ‘scapin’
i scope the situation, your flows is imitation
they just told me on this station though its no disintegrations (no)
soak it in, i know its sort of soberin’ information
but my whole consideration is for doper innovations
i’m so into predation on you hopeless little cravens
i sofer for the cake and i’m a cobra in the makin’ (wow)
sapient, used to f_ck with gtkradiant
bass in 808 states, paper stay salient
blatently prophetic in a cadence with a shady bent
variant’s the main event
savor burning crazy ents
y’all beneath the median
you don’t need dancers
you need to get a beefy hand to your t__th champers (moth)
the dudes can’t lose, zak producin’ me and the f_ckin’ world champ rap game judah friedlander

[chorus: dopey ziegler & joey z]
(plus)
y’all are lame ducks
finna ’cause you pain (sup)
grey nike match preme clean and stayin’ laced up
(stay stuck)
rappin’ i’ll employ it but the pay sucks
prolly shoot a rapper for a hundred thousand sp_cebucks
so when you see us floating through make sure to wave at us
the greatest to say this sh_t in a 40k mile radius (brah)
we never sleep we stayin’ up
we never fake the funk
that disrespectful sh_t can turn your life to wrestlemania
[verse 2: joey z]
it’s ya boy with no ls on the record
drop god’s accomplishments with minimal effort
the most intricate ever
the flows will get the sh_t severed
there’s no little kids idiots need to get the exit
i’m a beast on the tech sh_t (it’s the truth)
f_ck around and get your t__th on a necklace
you can believe it, i said it
i’m unbelievable, friend
the supersuit with the z on the chest
exclusively speak of me as the best (yo)
dopey told me i should do it so i did it
stupid strong at rap like popeye after the spinach
poppin’ cans of whoop_ass off
let’s find the limit__
just kidding sh_ts limitless idiot
come and get it (f_ck ’em)
the people’s champ yo i do it pro bono
hat hide the giant brain like mojo jojo
rappin’ in the matrix make the flows go slo_mo
it’s the dragon, so komodo
blowin’ smoke from my nose holes

[verse 3: dopey ziegler]
d_mn i’m nice
eyes on swivel, young andalite (animorphs)
plannin’ tight fly bomb sh_t in f_ckin’ candlelight
fans like “d_mn this man can write”
and i’d say the fans are right
i’m crammin’ writes
even when at panda with my mans at night (wow)
plan to bite, i’ma be stamping on your rancid nikes
phantom type, ghostin’ with your fanta, pipe, and your bike
write a single, ill_strate and shift it with my amply might
rappers get the whole frame twisted like an ammonite (bars)

[verse 4: joey z]
yo, pack it in i’ll rap better than you on accident
that trash you spit is whack and its bad so i’ll never stand for it (word)
i’m off the handle, can’t you see how far the handle is?
fam, i’m out there spinnin’ past your vision in the black abyss (sp_ce)
when i’m finished, never step up to the mic next
life, death, stupid, you might end up with a sliced neck
visualize me braggin’ with these massive flexed biceps
never scared to hit ’em with the right, left
aight then
[verse 5: dopey ziegler]
top flight, comma, not like y’all claiming boss life
some of y’all rappers is the cop type
y’all are gobsh_tes, sobbin’ off a small bite
rap game maqqabim, i’ll drop a squad of hoplites (judeism)
it’s the maf, right?
ziegler is the don and capo on_side
tryna make you’re non_life gone_light (yikes)
did it ’cause it’s how i get my arm stripes
not a fight when every single couplet it a palm strike

[verse 6: joey z]
people ask me “yo, joey z, how’d you get so tight at this?”
right? i’m sick, paint the triangles around the irises
the all seeing eye and some osiris sh_t
find me in the sky, i’m boxing gods with a crazy exchange of flying fists (idiot)
and i’m nonestop winnin’
the foot on your chest hittin’ you with the haha grinnin’ (good)
i’m the best, this sh_t should not get twisted
let me show you how easy doing this hop_hip sh_t is

[outro: joey z]
ayy man, shout out to dopey ziegler man, shout out to variant man, shout out to joey z

- dopey ziegler

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