i’m actually surprised you answered my call out, so..
Ruck gives you a thumbs up like vault boy from fall out…
now it’s been awhile - comin' from the hood to the text section
first things shake some rust and break my foot off in the next rectum
let’s go.
rip with no rhymes or reason, my first battle feels like finals season
turn you to a paraplegic after I use your weak bars to replace your spinal region
your previous battle dim, Ruck is a bright spot - back to spit bars like a lisp suffer in a nightspot
fire punches on regular, speaking of speech impediments people say everything Ruck white hot
R takin’ no shots, my bars untouched.. on street fighter - i’ve got the perfect lines
take this 'itsy bitsy' 'little tea pot' 'down the hill' and then let the strap read you nursery rhymes
now Lotto know he’s facing rejection, usually don’t battle scrubs but i’ll make an exception
you should be embracing this lesson, no bar set up - smirk has to be the gayest facial expression
he decided to name himself that.. and then he checked “in this bitch” like a tampon
Smirk stumped for some good bars and it’ll be even harder to write with his hands gone
i don’t buy into Lotto, so it’s time to pillage the corner shops and set fire to news stands
Ruck awoke as a beast and this faggot just wakes up with a sore back and bruised hands
fuck..
i feel ill - not that ill, i’m sick because my first verse back was complete garbage
it’s a shame that i don’t think i can really son you niggas like deceased fathers
how to rate half of this sites texters.. is it cool to describe battlers as herbs again?
so when Ruck take these text belts you faggots can quote the very first words i said.
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