[sral]

Watch your mouth when talking slick, I’ll knock you out. The thought of this obnoxious clown recording shit has got me howling. You’re a bitch. Who wants to sound like Porky Pig? Be honest now, you’re 46, ain’t gone and found an audience with common ground to bore them with. You’ve bottomed out, now call it quits, and drop some pounds cause you’re at risk of chomping down on sausages and logging out from your existence.

You fat horrendous piece of shit. It’s back to spend the weekend with your pad and pen and meaningless raps again while eating chips.

Take a hike, or run a lap, then maybe try to double that. Your daily life is utter trash, you wake up like “I’m fucking FAT!”, the day you die is coming fast.

Let’s keep this brief, you’re fat as fuck from eating cheese, you’ve had too much recently - it’s gassed you up, but beating me? Won’t happen bruh. I keep it sweeter than your lunch. I eat for free. You eat for three, and that’s at once. Repeatedly. You’re sad as fuck.