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An apple a day keeps the doctor away
Not when you put cotton candy in our grapes
You might as well give it to a teacher,see what they have to say if they haven't already sold their soul to the slave trade
 the poison apple what's in your Snapple
 how many naps till 
We see facts
 and put the candy back
 before it gets you fat or feeling like you're under spiritual attack
 red delicious so suspicious
 what's in this fish dish
 chemical induced lipstick
 they wanted us sick
 those pricks 
how many licks to get thick and forget our kids

 Granny Smith added too much sugar to it
 till she broke a hip 
addiction to food is legit
 the hardest one to quit 
I could right for hours about this
But it tends to me having fits 
And grabbing chips cause I'm a freaking addict
Have been since the sun first hit
And I suck a bottle stead of a tit

Macintosh we haven't forgot
 you claimed your spot as a bot 
minds  started to rot
 thought you were hot
 guess not picked your lock 
time to rock
I don't need your screen times on the clock
Not gonna get caught sitting for hours in dirty socks 
Nobody even has small pox 
That's just the news in this box

 pink lady 
maybe 
if I don't act crazy
 or lazy 
 dress like a lady 
Have a few babies 
 they won't slave me or trade me when I'm hazy
Depressed from the pills they gave me
 i was born in the 80s
a bra from Victoria won't save me
Leave it on TV
Next please 

 Northern spy 
private eye 
let them inside
won't tell no lies
 just be the reason you cry
Time After Time 
Cause even if you forgot u can rewind
through the screen that's always by your side
Recording every line
they watch waiting for the perfect time
When did online ads become the fbi
Breaking in from behind
Buy this it'll be just fine
When you should save your dimes 
that's why I continue to Rhyme
Read on or go make slime 
Cause u seen it online 
But spirit says your mine

 Honey Crisp
 You wish
I'd like to have a fit
If you don't wanna captain your own ship
Quit eating 
 Stay a  worker bee
 I don't got the energy to share my honey 
life ain't about money dummy 
they change the names and make it funny
To poison everybody 
With red yellow blue and Easter bunny's 
Bees should really just stop Makin honey
Cause the straight disrespect isn't funny
It's a mochary 
And sickening 
Are you listening 
Cause they do it with everything 
Who's the real king
 
 it's not just 
but heaven was training us
 see through this stuff 
telling them is a must 
whole world controlled by lust and mistrust
turning to dust 
red forties makes our brains rust
 minds effed up 
 treating our bodies like dump trucks 
enough is enough 
But gods people are showing up

they didn't think so many would quit
 but they asked for it when they stepped off Columbus's ship
 we Captain it
 They just had us hit 
we weren't meant to slave for s***
Screw their apples and their chips 
 peace I'm through with this...
Imma still eat fruit tho cause I'm a human yo
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