a team of lawyers at hand cuz i run my operation with a surgical inspection
whenever Muff Oversees..we talkin boat, isolation, n clinical depression
I switch gals often, so quit talkin like u seeing me when u ain't a g
see, i walk out on hoes..while men walk in to u beating your meat hastily
ur pops shoulda skeeted down ur mom's throat- it's a freakin disgrace
his roast proved that, had she swallowed..u wouldn't b here to spit'n his face
study me all u want clown, but I'll still plow through your weak shit
cuz once the Boy Scout ya style..its getting the pervy counselor treatment
this is where it ends u liar, but u never had a shot at the throne, clone
u could never win at Survivor- when u already on the boat to go home
Last edited by Blanco Bishop; 11-10-2014 at 02:48 AM.
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