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It’s time. Number 2 mixtape!!!! 🔥 Enjoy shitheads!!! Stank Title: Magnum Opus Lyrics: [Verse 1] Mic in my palm like a bomb in a sermon I shit on the beat like it needed detergent I’m swervin’, splurgin’, burpin’, emergin’ Stank from the sewers, came up like a surgeon Humble? Nah, I’m a stankin’ ascetic Kill the ego, now I’m truly poetic Mainstream rappers, sweet like prosthetic This ain’t a game? Please, I treat it athletic Kick it like Tekken, breath like a weapon Flexin’ on stage while I’m eating my second Tape two stink, but the bars divine Mixtape three gon’ redefine time [Hook] Born free, die stank — that’s the mantra, Life’s just a beat, I dance with the drama Truth in a bar, pain in a comma, You can’t kill soul — that’s word to my mama Born free, die stank — that’s the echo, Run it back twice, let ’em know how the flex go Game full of clowns, I laugh in the cesspool But I still bless mics like a Sunday vessel [Verse 2] Four-word combos: chainlink, brain stink, Paint ink, drain sink — that’s how my name think Bars too raw, need a hazmat suit I wipe my ass with your Billboard loot Flow so foul, even demons retreat Your favorite rapper still rhymes to the beat I rhyme through it, I groove and chew it Lil Stank blowin’ up like I meant to do it Stupid with it, Cupid hit it Love my flow? Better loop it, quit it Freedom born, now believe it or burn The cage ain’t real, just wait your turn [Hook] Born free, die stank — that’s the mantra, Life’s just a beat, I dance with the drama Truth in a bar, pain in a comma, You can’t kill soul — that’s word to my mama Born free, die stank — that’s the echo, Run it back twice, let ’em know how the flex go Game full of clowns, I laugh in the cesspool But I still bless mics like a Sunday vessel [Verse 3] Shout out C-Willy, my Floridian menace We were cookin’ up heat while y’all beggin’ for Venice I came from the grime, with a rhyme like a weapon Y’all came from TikTok, beggin’ for attention I’m deep in the filth, but I rise like gold This Magnum Opus, my story told Better than your top five, check my mold Stank too cold, like my toilet bowl froze No fucks given, no throne I need I built my stage from rot and greed The death of the ego? That’s the seed— Now watch me grow what the blind can’t read [Break] So bitter is it, death is little more; But of the good to treat, which there I found, Speak will I of the other things I saw there [Hook] Born free, die stank — that’s the mantra, Life’s just a beat, I dance with the drama Truth in a bar, pain in a comma, You can’t kill soul — that’s word to my mama Born free, die stank — that’s the echo, Run it back twice, let ’em know how the flex go Game full of clowns, I laugh in the cesspool But I still bless mics like a Sunday vessel