You’re always the last in competitions until I close your casket.
As far as value? I’m mint condition and you’re open plastic.
Blue light, the way I’m cooking him, it’s like I see him as fresh meat.
Cuz after I spend the night w/ his girl he’ll have to use one of those on the bed sheet.
He keeps acting hard, but he’s softer than cloth you can sew in a fabric.
Because blue constantly stinks up the place like mold in the attic.
We ain’t in the same pedigree, you beating me would be a true shocker.
Fuck evictions I barricade doors, that’s a fucking blue, blocker.
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