damn u fat. damn, YOU rap?
I know you, fam. Prolly even gave u dap...
You was the kid in PE crying,
Knowing if he PT'd he'd be dying.
All the titty jokes.
Tried rap. Never had a witty flow.
One syllable rhymes, no lyrical climb
from minimal to criminal pickin up dimes
to residual digits that litter his sides...
no. just a carb general, and his genitals hide.
You're a far cry from commedable
cuz u'd probably bomb an audition, but
rap the illest flows for dinner rolls.
The simplest troll
with the rigid nose, spic stache
n' wigger clothes...
you look like you took an assisted
selfie in the homie's car so
netcees won't see how you live at home.
You got a pastry next to your keyboard
and chips next to ur minute phone.
I'm not wat you want bitch.
Leave this shit alone.
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Ahem.
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