Welcome to blind date on EBT network.
I'm Evrlyontheglitch.
Today we have two lovely contestants.
A "Positive Goth Thot",
and a lovely, "Sexy Vacation Dad".
They both enjoy long trips on the beach,
drinking 40s by the river,
and they dislike answering questions.
(dealing with you dumbass hoes)
 
 
 
"So what are you looking for in a man?"
AYE, AYE, THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE MANE.
AYE, LOOK, THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE NIGGA!?
AYE, LOOK, THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE SOUND LIKE MUHFUCKIN
UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Play me some pimpin', mane. 
On a roll like some lipstick, mane.
Outside ridin' tartar sauce, 
but the inside fishstick, mane.
We don't get lit the same...
We don't talk shit the same!
...I don't talk shit I spit facts!
Two of us in the car; I make you sit in the back!
Finger in da booty while I be lickin' da cat.
That's why she strip when I rap.
Havin' flashbacks like a Golden Girl
...but I can not live in the past.
I'm livin' too fast to see who's behind me...
So shoutout anxiety...
(shoutout anxiety)
Shoutout to mental illness...
...You the reason I killed this.
I don't be trippin' on nothin',
I'm sippin' on somethin' I shouldn't be sippin'...
I'm damned if I do, I'm damned if I don't,
My nigga, then what is the difference?
Power plant in my medkit...
LSD got my legs stiff...
In the booth like a true junkie...
I'm cookin' my next hit...
I don't be trippin' on nothin',
I'm sippin' on somethin' I shouldn't be sippin'...
I'm damned if I do, I'm damned if I don't,
My nigga, then what is the difference?
Left on read, left for dead,
Bitch, I'm Walker Texas with the head kick...
Lookin' like a snack, Chex Mix...
In my bag, you know the rest,
SHIIIIIIDDDDDDDDD
Sellin' dope..
Like a Lunchable, I finesse the pack.
Stackin' cheese...
Hot & bothered, she call me "Pepper Jack"
Baby momma 
just kicked you out the house 'cause I messaged back.
Throwin' all yo clothes out yo' window,
Can't get yo' dresser back!
How can I brag? Can't flex a fact!
Fuckin' the bitch you wish texted back!
Got me open like an owl's hooters,
plus I'm on the grass like fuckin' cow manure.
Sloppy seconds?
Oh, more power to ya!
I prefer a shower, bussin down a cougar.
I be shittin' on em like a bowel movement,
someone put the FUCKIN' paper towel to em.
Sometimes you gotta die your lie away.
Think I lost my mind one time on vacation and holiday.
Soul like Lenny Kravitz meets Radditz,
sometimes I fly away,
Tomorrow's barely promised,
who gives a fuck, I could die today.
*Rick Ross grunt*
