Plots like a stolen Lexus driven head on into ya solar plexus,
Lotto couldn’t text, if he had every one of Yonds Rollerdexes.
Coz when you fucking with incest, that shit can get switchy,
That’s why Lotto cant grow a beard, but his sisters chin makes him itchy.
Hopeless faggot sickens me, and in battles he’s just set to be hurt,
Coz with his shaky ass ideas, he’ll never get those lines t’ werk.
Look at the jerks record it’s a joke, so again just fucking killing him,
See Lotto tick it up? We all know that chance is one in a million.
No master villain, clown’ll get his eyes blackened and a broken chin,
Coz this Smirk is just a made-up mess worse than the Jokers grin.
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