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Aiyyo
You gettin a busted lip as a souvenir.. aint no one got respect for this faggot..
i’ma make u take back whateva u State.. shhh, u might as well be a refrigerator magnet.
Cuz what this hobo brings will barely make a thud or a bang..
ur such a Fake Bum here’s a plan.. make a Go Fund Me page & run up a scam.
u cant fuck w/ me man.. next move- home invasion, i’m askin for papes..
think social worker visiting mrs doubtfire.. when i fuckin mask up, its cake.
this is murder 1.. son ur rhymes are in trouble..
Crime scene, yellow tape.. mahfucka ur verse is a clear sign of a struggle.
oh u thought i was hungry before? now my eyes as big as an ocean..
i’m building up an appetite, dog.. and u in the kennel with Ramsay Bolton.
I’m a legend. My big ass Ego allows me to write from the fire within..
once I saw the ID missin from Dave.. we dont need Freud to see he has no desire to win.
i’m double pneumonia Covid.. you just a cold or a cough..
maann you barely a bogey in my radar.. to you i’m blue bayou’s scorecard in golf.
When u see the desi book.. the king got steady aim, u already shook..
i shoot at any rook.. now u got Arms across ur chest, Res just gave you a preppy look.
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