Artist: Drapetomania (Gen Pop & Big Walt) Album: Drapetomania Song: Preexisting Conditions Typed by: Kyle Hunter/Bandcamp [Walt] I'm in Ypsilanti Smokin Afghani Keep big checks in the mail like ____ Stan Lee You wanna know what runs in my family? Everyone from the cops, dog. Unhand me. Got a couple L's but I beat em in court Prick-ass cop, laughin when I read the report Thought that he could even the score Now he like 'Big Walt's too evil, ABORT" I laugh gleeful & snort..... ...........Dumbass Your slut mother put cunt rags in your lunch bag Had me in the Facebook pic, I had to untag Everybody's lady know Hunchback Let you get up on the mic, naw sike, Run That Get the party hype, you are the retarded type Thinkin that these fuckboys eatin and we starve tonight [GP] 10-4 Paces, Backpacin Oh, you sick with the spit? My dick is the vaccination Black Chameleon, creepin on a come-up In the land where it's 10% Talent, 90 Dumb-Luck I treat the bus like my limousine services Round-trip tickets for cats with mental disturbances ...But I digress, eat rappers & digest Widescreen my rhyme scheme to make your mind stretch I'm in this for the love and sense of leadership Especially since it beats yellin out "Fire!" in Madea flicks And if the beat's legit, I'll have the streets convinced that I'm a genius Even if that label's fucking meaningless Liable to be maniacal, but never nihilistic So turn the lights low while you listenin Recline in your seat and vibe to the beat While I walk this tightrope and catch knives in my teeth