for fun text cypher session
 

for fun the cypher session
the mics deppression your bike is mess in
huffy trek, canndall you might be pressed to
fuck with a nigga like me me yet

pussy nigga so everything you say is hard?
i'll break ya glass jaw and rub your face in the shards

everyone go and meet mr me too

Who said this fool's a thug?
He'll never have his music played at the coolest club.
I got a tool to bust. just for your type, O... leave you lyin' in a pool of blood.

type O that might go light the faggot nigga
blood type that must right another thng tigga

sucked lets go

Ouch, an internet grouch, sittin w/ a slouch on his couch, i don't wanna hear 1 more thing out his mouth, not too quick maybe he's from the south

lmao lost twice to namix even despite ur stolen line advantage
named urself Ouch cuz it’s painfully obvious ur a biting faggot
not surprised u vanished. reappeared w/ new found belief in himself
gaslighting. but to Lampanelli needs at Lisa comedienne’s help
easily dealt wit. ill pop a squat on ur cereal
u a Marvel movie. jus a blockbuster owing success to a comics material

are you serious

ouch quick with it with a quick fitted
you forget with it that im sick with it

You watching Courage cowardly n cut it off,
I'd call that scarred comedy, this dawg is soft,
honestly, you venting like it's hard to breathe,
it's all air, PhD in vibing cold isnt a smart degree,
shits dead like replies to your posting sprees,
this threads yelling "please stop ghosting me"
People bash for free n it's all you hoped it be.

Claming you "G" you nothing but a cunt!
You should stop buying blunts because you can't afford to smoke a blunt

u were a legend? iunno where to even begin wit u Ouch
syllables been miss-matched more times than Bags’ Tinder account
bitch u a loudmouth fraud & we sick of da lies u letting off
cuz u washed Aaron dirty laundry daily like Resin’s moms
said ur from b-boys n a legend? dat ain’t gonna get respect tho
u jus a foreposter w/ more marks on ‘em than da notches on my bedpost

why u coughin up blood
paint can in hand, crackhead ass goin off in a huff
you talking too much.
get yo heroin fed ass smacked dead
for the wack shit you post when you buzzed
with that said...i post in the club.
show up in a stick shift
com through in a clutch, & i'm rich bitch
i'm thrivin. u barely surviving on some simp shit
loooook
I know a lot of niggas that never been on a plane
that never put on a chain, that's carrying shit til they grave
that live with they mother's pain
& that's the reason they bang
look
i've never switched, never change
i'm cool as the everglades
when airing it at they brain
& shitting straight on they grave