[ribbit]

I'm practicing with my homies
You gotta provide proof but ya shit split and bloody
I'm starting to get the hang of this
You brass off like some knuckles I'm banging fists
What difference does it make
I flood the gates u just a bum homeless fake
Can't defer the message
Its obvious you apply strength to ya appendix
Keep thinking u the abacus of text
I'll be a fist in you like bitches crashing from sex
Deck u for thinking my style in disguise
Try not to imply you finding your life on the line
Swagger string quartet
You been around so long ur life online like a planet in orbit
Bitch you can raise the steaks
But I'll be the back beat while ya spine just breaks
Fucking deal wit ya emotion
I got it on clearance you just half off on breast reduction