Sipping a coffee cup, word to dead man
Thinking my thoughts and stuff, word to dead man
Murder death camps are my raps to wack posers
It’s back to back homers, just action packed explosions
Imagine Pat Hogan brother tearing my shirt off
With manly ass lyrics while you carry your purse off
Aquarium verse: all the lyrics are pure water
Canadian style with American burst fire
You couldn’t get with any new fly shit unless you married the first pilot
And there was my first try at a punch line or something
Embarrass your verse, giant tough guy. you fronting..
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My syllable count approximately a billion, bounce. You cannot compete.
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