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I'm not Cinderella I'm the pumpkin
Kick it in the sticks but I'm not a country bumpkin
Yo yo like I'm Duncan MJ trying to start something
Will Smith mixed switch MJ's Dunkin
You dudes are trippin if you thinking Griffins Trump in
Rippin Donald Trump straight Obama style dunce in
Schoolhouse stops and conjunctions lost its function
Pacman blazed and I'm munching yellow brick trippin over munchkins 4 years strong and I'm still rolling with the punches
Only partially fond of picnic lunches
Rollin deep in the ham I'm Adele doing lunges
Not mixed like 2 words that's brunches
Black Greg Brady because you know I got my hunches
I don't stay strapped and I don't know where my gun at
All I gots a backpack full of fat caps and snack packs
That's just so maverick no Tom Cat
Trying to plot scheme that's fabric
Play my cards right magic fiend like the flow like an addict
On point in the middle of an attic
In front on a breakaway going for hattrick
Born on a 4 so I must be fantastic
You coming out the cupboard like plastic
Or at home beatin meat to some ESPN classic
I don't know what you're silly act is
Or how you think you'll stay girl smashin cut with the crap kid
Get girls direct like action know I like a bad chick
Yup and she can be as thick as Selleck's stache is
Magnum make her want to strike like matches
Thrill like Jason don't know where my mask is
Trying to get the bread so I put it in the basket keeping shit in check But without a way to cash in
Spend bucks on the wheat so that makes me Rascal
Flame my saliva is Tabasco
Try not to come across as an asshole so get over here
No seven dwarves don't be bashful
We be out like a Cash Bowl
Once your on this bridge aint no passing this troll
Grip of change toll is a fistful
Let me call the shots since I'm so official
No I'm on point no heat seeking missiles
I get the girls crazy wet that's why they call me gizmo
Always gotta murk on the verse with the sick flow
Blissful smooth with the cadence I'm all Crisco
Kick alter egos not knockin I am like schizo
Quick go and Busta rhyme I'm talking flipmode
Lip full and you want to dip it hits home
Won't run no base this aint a space race
Choice meets fate on a case to case basis
Taste this and if you chicken you gettin basted
Wasted looks like your boyfriend copy and pasted
Ain't shit I don't see nobody going apeshit
You ancient I'm up to date like a spaceship
More basic than moon races
I stay the right side of the game now we're talkin good graces
Look at me now you're the doctor well I am patient
Sand up the ass you musta been on vacation
Question like whoa who's spittin that flame
Im Guess Prefontaine moving in rearrange
I said guess and y'all know the name
I'm a young Appalachian and you out of my god damn range.

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from Finally On Track, released August 5, 2013
All lyric written by Gregory Stanton Beat by Smitch The Kid

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Guess Prefontaine La Crosse, Wisconsin

Trying to bring a breath of new freshness to the music scene, Guess Prefontaine has a passion for punchlines and intricate word patterns, with a focus on showing people his persective of the world. Rapping first in a 5 man crew, he parted ways to pursue his project RoomMates with Talk O Destiny and work on his solo material. Guess is about making real music for real life. First place photo finish. ... more

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