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I know you didn't wanna do this but just hear me out. Since you're a big fan of WATSKY and you ALREADY have the beat, I challenge you to do a cover of Pale Kid Raps Fast but with a few rules to make it interesting.

One: You have to finish the rap( when the music starts up to the word knee ) in 1 minute or less.
Two: Turn a verse into a Acapella verse.
Three: Record it LIVE ( no fancy audio edits ) with a iphone stop watch running to prove to the haters your audio was real in your last video.

Good Luck!
XoxO Brittany P. OxoX

Lyrics( Written By gwatsky )
O hai, i'm that guy, built so fly got a silk bow tie
don't know why i'm built so fly but i am no lie
oh my
rolled by on a low ride Huffy sitting on the pegs, shelltoes puffy
cuff rolled up to my calf, class out the ass, bad with the swag like buffy
Gotta be the one to bite the bullet i'm sinner but i bet I coulda been a better man
I wanna be zen. but I go sipping on some medicine instead of meditating but I get when i can
I don't wanna wind up in the gutter with a bottle of malt-liquor, bitter cause i never got a call
telling me, that it's all, figured out, i'm sick of doubt but i'm looking at the wall
part of me was hoping to be caught up in the moment and to be open to the good and the God in me
but i got a lobotomy and i get that I oughtta become a bit of an oddity when somebody gets offended by the thought of me
who's he? you gotta be kidding me! do me like Gabourey Sidibe
if you see me with a chickadee, no diggity it'll be giggity giggity giggity
gonna send it like a letter from above, with a woman that I love
cause I get it like i live but if my baby's gay I'll say you go gay baby, work that crib!
work that bib, burp that kid, screw po-lice, flip that car
i don't want a Jesus piece but i want a Reece's Piece and a Kit Kat Bar
I want everybody focusing on getting me to Letterman to kick it for the betterment
of innocent Americans who never want to settle for their pop
Or not, my bedroom rocks, and the beat still knocks when I sort my socks
i'm five foot eleven of sex from the tip of my head to my gorgeous knees