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Fereal crazy yo we crazy fereal.
Fereal crazy yo we crazy fereal.
Fereal crazy yo.
Fereal blazin yo we blazin fereal.
Fereal blazin yo we blazin fereal.
Fereal blazin yo.
Fereal crazy yo we crazy fereal.
Fereal crazy yo we crazy fereal.

Kavi's crazy!

Verse 1: Kavi
Chillin' out, fallin' asleep on the couch is what I'm about.
Eyes closed, floatin' through clouds wake up in a cloud.
Bus passin' a spliff so I get up and I blaze it.
Hit it a couple of times and go back to my slouch.
That's just my style.
I got 20/20 420 vision seeing green in a sea of green,
like I'm envious of me. All silliness aside yo we really gettin' high,
passin' spliffs and laughin' at shit.
That's how it gets, really.
That's how high I get, clearly.
This is mastermind type masterful rhymes.
Hand me a light and you'll see fire.
Pro blazer, so faded. Oasis, that's the desire.

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Bento's Crazy!

Verse 2: Humberto Bento
I'm on my grown shit.
Never gave two shits, and if I did imma die floatin'.
Ghost ships in my rear view, feelin' so ethereal.
Fading out, faded in my house, but fereally tho,
yergirl really want it so I gave her crazy dick.
Willy Wonk'd the bitch till she Wilt like Chamberlain.
Then she clean it all up like a chambermaid.
Then I beat her all up in her chambers, meng.
Yeah, twistin' weed to the Nth degree.
That's math, don't need degrees the way I'm rappin' so Celsius.
Not tall, but fair in height.
2 12s in the trunk, call it Fahrenheit.

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Yo, I'm crazy yo!

Verse 3: Bustin Fabulous
Yeah, the triple threat third strikin' it,
Turkey ballin'. You on the D, get your vitamins.
Hah, they call me young BD Wong.
Don't give ah so I make it look easy, huh?
The beat drop like an acid trip.
Manorexic so imma eat half of it.
I'm too pretty on my Cassius Clay.
It's all in the foot work, start practicing.
Yeah, runnin' shit like a marathon.
Smokin' on tarragon. I don't care what you call it.
Give me coffee and a cigarette,
Drugs where you don't have to deal with that middle man.
Filipino flipped weight like backflips on an alligator ridin' on the interstate.
Blow up. On point like a pin grenade.
Now you got the juice, Minute Maid.

Fereal crazy yo we crazy fereal.
Fereal crazy yo we crazy fereal.

We're so crazy yo!

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Yo I'm crazy yo.