I pm'd my verse last night around 2.
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Your heads the butt of pure jokes, and you aint kidding me brother,
That shit’s such a monsterous block that thiago splitter still hasn’t recovered
Your native girl keeps wanting the D cause you’re failing to function,
So I hit her up and defile her sacred burial site worse than highway construction.
I call her to the whip for quick hits and that nookie I tend to rape,
Then she reaches down and gives me late arm action that no pitcher can emulate.
In a boxing match, I’m known to jab with rights and bound to coast,
The only way that Hijab with rights is if Muslim women were allowed to vote.
And it’s surprising you don’t sing blockhead, while I floor vets,
Cause everytime you go to get a haircut, they offer you barbershop quartets.
This dude can’t afford food, malnourished fighting me is reckless,
It’s just a fact that Albino meals while I eat pale fucks like him for breakfast.
And against me, you’re striking out given at all you queer,
When your version of fingerfood is chewing those to the knub this year.
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No Cap Gang.
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