They weren't expecting an upset...fuck it...
You wipe the floor w/ scrubs. Then ran into knuck n left bleedin'...
That tells me ur the John Calipari of text. Ur talent comes n goes every season.
Oh so ur from downtown Toronto? Bet. I'll ride on u n keep the pistol clutch...
I'll keep dumping out the window till ur in tears like u n ur bitch r breaking up.
U posted a pic of ur proud wife. If I see her, ill rape the slut. I'm bonin'...
While ur thinking of a marriage w/ kids...I'm praying for a chris benoit moment.
First Ghost then Knuck? Shucks. What happened to ur legend status? Sir...
Not only did those bars leave u half baked. U got x'd out quicker than nasty nates calender.
Last legend to win SC was John. Ur overrated...that's what I said...
Ironically Hens hung it up...yet when the stakes were at its highest YOU laid an egg.
Toronto breeds pussies. U n Barc can sincerely...suck my dick...
ill pull up w/ the pump n make u kiss it in front of the crowd. On some Scott Steiner shit.
The old heads said gun bars killin the culture. But idr give af son...
Fuck it. U and the gun bars can die as long as u get ur brain blasted w/ one.
Ok we get it. U can drop 20 bars at any moment. Go head n pat urself...
Oh you pump lines? I believe it...cause only a junky would drop 60 lines on ZELPH.
I dont need a skee mask im savage. I want u to see me, no surprise….
Pull up with 2 hammers. This cetaphil his body w/ enough lead to leave em cold n dry.
We can go blow for blow. These haymakers im throwin crazy…
Cover up n ill break ur guard in till ur eyes swell shut n ur pushing up daisies.
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