Seems like you done poured yourself a full glass of extinct flows.
I wish I had lead poisoning, When you let your ink scribbles on rows.
Your dribble… Sounds like you just finished eating little balls of shit.
Only time you'd matter, Is if you put Fecal before your name bitch!!
Fall apart with your lame stitch, I weave my flow like a Sadistic tailor.
Your sewing Christmas sweaters, I make nylon ligatures for communication failures.
Last edited by High Voltage; 07-21-2013 at 12:56 AM.
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