Beef? Shiiiiiiiiiieet….let me just talk to you.
I tried to give you the sloppy seconds of Anthony, but you couldn’t carry my torch,
That’s why the pump kicks your chest so hard you’d think I carry a horse.
Irony: The horse I carry is so hard that it made you and your whore wife divorce,
“My God! She’s broken in half!” skeeting out my dick hole with that Mick Fole type of force.
Going deep. I’m Irish like Mick and Foal like making horse babies, u were missing V’s....so now u mad, I’ve got you landscaping while crafting gun bars and similes,
Like: “I’ll mow you down and edge you up and leaf u in a bag to the best of all of my texting abilities!!!!”
Mexican trash. We both hall of fame, but we are not the same. V the Psychologist Who trains the jitsu,
I’m a legit threat; Choke this bish blue, you would only worry a boss if I.C.E drops by or dips thru.
Inigo Montoya swag. Exclusively focused on your death by my hands with laser focus and no distractions,
alienate the political voting factions; after I abort your next baby by reaching up inside your wife with my bare hands in between her contractions.
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Allen Knight