I'm a perpetually prolifically potential jampacked Soldier
Whose GENERAL ideas are to Overthrow this dictator with my pencil in my holster.
Simultaneously his mother cocoons my dick like a catterpillar before its bloomings over.
And when I say before its bloomings over
Is cause his mother currently has a face that looks like it got cremated within a toaster
She drips so much instead of a condom on my cock when I Fuck her I need a coaster.
And in the chatbox Adren openly admitted to not utilising punchlines
That's like a sergeant openly
admitting he's afraid of the frontline
Which is befitting cuz Adrens shook of the action
He'd rather stay home trying moms scarves on
While father shouts at him and he screams back 'DADDY IT'S FASHION!'
And I might bust a couple jokes but believe I ain't playing though
In terms of bars adren got the lyrical substance of play-do
So when he puts up money to battle well that's just play-dough
In previous battles you proved you get KO'd against real Quality/Kwality
You versus me this shit is a horror scene
Only time this pussies grimey is when he stops to sneeze.
And when I'm finished leave this faggot as a chronic asthmatic as he struggles to breathe!
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