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I have to jobs and five bitches man...
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I'm having threesomes with bombshells, homie. My sex leaving'em wet
Only time you rub two dimes together is to make it to your next measly check
You don't run shit, faggot. And in terms of pussy, this awkward loser is lost
You're not a Don, King...except that when it comes to box all you do is just talk
And he SWEARS he's African. Kare, I'm laughin' kid, prolly has tecks, ghats, and a knife too
Great...You're black. Now go tell all the homies how you TEXT battle with white dudes.
Your bloodline has always been below mine. It's obvious, geek
They spent their life in the field...mine wouldn't pick cotton if they were shopping for sheets
I die every time you talk Jordan like you can afford it. This cat is a hobo...
We don't Fila thing you wear...cause it's nothing but cheap sweats with that as the logo
For homie to champ a legitimate tourney there'd have to be more than a sway
I don't care what this Black Swan...he'd only be on pointe if he practiced for the ballet
Undefeated against no names last season...Then against Karp he just didn't contend
That was the longest run of Luck I've ever seen...It's no wonder you slid at the end
Your whole block is nothing but faggots and homos....you're prolly proud of the gay shit
So, when I say Far Rock is a neighborhood of Queens...I'm not talking about the location