i don’t need punchlines to beat u. u wild old .. my minds blown
You literally been txt battling since before there was iPhones
Grandpas emo as fuck .. depressions the state we find him in
U the type to cry over losses then cry from joy when you finally win
My gun bars dumb hard .. pistol letting off hell smoke
U can get the snail .. hit u wit the slug and the shell both
I just spray .. 44 blow ya candles out happy death day
I’m a radiologist with the AK I can shoot thru ya bones like a X-ray
My dicks the shit.. it cause ovaries and ribs to shift
Seasons greetings, It’s a wrap for ya bitches box.. that’s a Christmas gift
Ya girl fuck me behind ya back for the last laugh
Ironic ya bitxh two faced.. cuz she Harvey Dent only half bad
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Bed stuy fly
Bushwick sick
East ny walk
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