ur nasty fat girl got the clap, dirty sluts the most vile type
that bitch got more fire between her legs than taking a joy ride on ghost riders bike
cheat to win is ur motto, try to pull that n i'll make ya bleed u asshole
you live off shady moves so much u'd be a general in the league of shadows
i got the AR-15 aimed at ur crew, unlimited rounds to cloake haters
n spray bullets till it kills all of nate doggs or they suffer an die from multiple strokes later
ur music would never sell, white trash aussies get boo's an yawns
faggot the only time u move units...is ur trailer home wit ur truck next too ur moms
vs
He’s a sad & lonely faggot. Given a chance to describe his problems?
I’m telling United Air Tragedies that’d make Suicide Missions seem like an option
& if this homo joins the Navy, it’s not for no mission or gadget
He’s just hoping someone in the FleetWould Mack..
.. & tell him Sweet Little Lies like he isn’t a faggot
His girlfriend resists his advances, - she ain’t down to ride with a lame
There’s no Chemistry between em... she just wanna see Alkalide with a train
He got lucky Victor forfeited, cuz his lines are awful as fuck
We wouldn’t have seen Allen’s Cervix... but his gynaecologist DOES
All ur wins are no-shows faggot, & you gotta unwind when the trouble pass
Every time ur opponents Dip you do the same in a scented bubble bath
really good read, allen just lost steam at the end didn't have as much zest. dom was consistent and the fleetwood mac line slaughtered me
v/dom
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