Listen fsggot
You can write bars, for real you are sick with it bro
You bite your nails down to nubs so you don’t get hurt pickin that nose
Everything out of place, nigga you broke my lens
Netcee’s very own David Lynch, his features just don’t make sense
You need a protractor, face is straight grinding my gears
You either have Down syndrome or God sneezed when he was aligning your ears
What’s all that white stuff on your racket? It’s dumb hot
No return game on the ace when you were served that Resin cumshot
You might be hungry for the dub, but you ain’t STARVIN’ like me
Is that an Adam’s Apple or is your neck re-enacting the Han Solo carbonate scene?