Ayo,
What's better than eatin' a mandarin?
Eatin' Amanda out,
Nigga how's about stand on down & let a real man right in
Bound for south, mouth all gagged
Let's go pound for pound, I've cardio for days
Release the hounds, wait...
Ex's arse in the way
Hatin' text artists will say, he's creamin' now
& my reply is,
Let me just pole axe your stupid frames
& have shit fold back in unusual ways
Faggots are useless, a waste of space
I've no need for you like Jupiter, you need a weight upgrade.
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