ur 3-0 by luck ur still garbage u lip ringed faggot,
ur bottom of the barrel on boards, the facts clowin his ass
i kno ur not trash in Justice League everywhere u go u get beat down in a Flash
ur gettin embrassed here w/ ya played shit, my grind is mean
i'll feather & Tardis fag cuz every bar he drops feels like i hopped ina time machine
my dick killin ya wifys throat, she gaggin till i bust jiz
have her choking to death on the nut a Epipen couldn't help the slut live
i'll cut u up & douse u w/ fuel then burry ya, im murkin u fuck
all ya body Partisan a hole & a lighter'll support the gas burin u to dust
ur mom sees me & its right to her knees, before i smash her snatch
belt hangin over her head as she reaches to grab it like a Ladder Match
piercing ya face over emotions aint gonna help u fiend
faggot ur lip rings Gauges realize we kno theres a big hole in ur self esteem
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The Bad Guys.
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