I’ve beaten him twice so even if the shotty miscues,
He's got enough on his plate & I don’t think he wants any more Body issues
U don’t sip sizzurp...u guzzle it until ur hand aches,
& that explains why the back of ur neck looks just like a stack of pancakes
Bro I’ll take ur bitch right after I let the chopper fire,
She let my ‘hand get so far between the walls’...I could pull out copper wire
He’s a rat so I’m on the hunt like “Where his house at?”
I’ma snap & let this metal bang on his neck like he’s caught in a mouse trap
U love suckin off vets...so watch as this shit gets gory,
I lick shots while ur ‘tongue is stuck on a pole’ like the kid in Christmas Story
This shotty...big as his body. How could I not rock it?
So when I give him food for thought...the slugs are bigger than a Hot Pocket
