Feel me?
Now you know what the deal is
I see you grasp it,
But you really should let go of my penis
My punch heat varies like the sun cycle
Occasionally harm is unlikely,
Occasionally gunfire
The root of it is you only imitate thickness
But are really like dildo tips,
A bunch of fake dickheads
And while Exis holds sway and stays ill kids
These gay bitches try to unbunch they panties which stays twisted
Attackin' boldly,
Punches unfoldin' to pound
But it's like golf,
Your balls will only carry you to a hole in the ground
Darkness,
Sickness manifests in the sharpest writtens
But I don't really feel like rhymin' at the end of this line,
So fuck it! Finished.
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