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Wack Act Trash

from Finally On Track by Guess Prefontaine

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Guess on the stage robbin mic like a vandal
Somebody try and snuff me out, candle
Girlies got they mitts all up on me, handle
42nd with the game, I got you book scandal
Wiscon on the plates represent where Im from
signs up at the track me showin me some love
True artist paint the world, fade Rappin Tommy Kinkade
Pest to the best, words killem like a can of raid
Nervous heart racin on track attack first place
Blue ribbon got me spinnin im up in it gettin shitfaced
True test of time what are you second on the grind
Stay Corona stackin be you keep slackin on the limelight
I keep it fresh to grave aint flexin second rate
Engagement game but im not sending out a save the date
Model and make O2 intake since '88
Haters keep it frosty flake Im rollin Tony Tiger, Grrrreat!

Dude, get out my way hater
Cuz Im not havin time wasted
You can take your wack act packin
Cuz you are of track

You act wack and you off track
You act wack so why you talk trash?

Shots fired and it off to the races
Your game is kinda makeshift mainstream basic
Face it, the truth hurt your shoulda kept your day job
This aint Jersey bitch so you better let the fist drop
Roll up to the spot so crispy to the max
My crew clicked in hurry up on past
Goose in my orange juice sober plans botched
Skippin on them catty bitches im not playing hop-scotch
Kick it up a notch on Emeril, BAM!
Dig into your toy chest, cop a box of crayons
Draw from experience youre runnin our of sand
So wrap the fruity raps up Toucan Sam
Im luck with the charm got no bling on my arm
Rock like a star, eat tea Mars Bars
Rippin up the grass MCs get weed whipped
Not hearin clear hit them bitches with a Q-tip

Goin for a 3peat murk, rock a dress shirt
Stoppin on your game gellin felon wit no inserts
Never rock a tie I got my hearse runnin beautiful
Drive my point home Im spittin verses at your funeral
Did I not mention Guess Pre up at the track meet
Hamburger your shit if you come at me havin beef
Ill roast your ill toast your ill kick you as a sandwich
Respect your girly hustle on my menu call you "ma'amwich"
How you wanna clown me you wanna be a prankster?
I dont see that happenin at best you be a lamester
You can hold it down guarantee you be a hater
I still stay golden I dont gotta be a gangster
Stay G gettin girl grinding for the goon green
Alliterate to accurately illustrate what I mean
Stay on the up doin me since I was orphan
Rembrandt in this bitch cuz Im always stackin portraits

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from Finally On Track, released August 5, 2013
All Lyrics written by Gregory Stanton Beat by Street Poetry Productions

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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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