Nah.
Aiyyo
I’m killin everyone u kno. Disposing the bodies without a hair on the scene..
after the slaughter, toss em in the water.. it’s Netflix.. everyone’ll be fuckin sharin a stream.
I don’t fight fair- now I’m pointing at ur cleft, yeah it’s right there.
To us your lip is a light scare. To a Harmonica it’s the WORST nightmare.
This is a gimme for me- I can see that yo flustered dude..
Cuz ‘winning is out of the picture’ for you more than Vigo in Ghostbusters 2.
Voted for urself & lost.. now u wanna up this beef?
i’d make this War cry but i already kno this twat got the octave level of a fuckin queef.
It’s fisticuffs. In no time this dummy’s owned.
cuz one hook will have you ‘sleepin in a second flat’ like a summer home.
Mahfucka.
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