[veritas]

Bruh.

I carry weight, Dualies.
Call your girl "mouth", Feldman. Goonies.
Hit ya chest rapid fire. No heart. UZis.
make ya other eye retire, so smartt. 2 T's.
I could take all ya floozies, cuz they never existed
made you hold pockets, like Jon Connor died, you never resisted.
they hypothesize i'm a Mystic, ya mouth is a coochie, the way dicks kissed it
thinking you hard, but I punch you to powder, concrete fore you mixed it.
made ya mom ejaculate with multiple upward cock thrusts
you on the porn fapping habituate, hiding gym sock busts
bro you Krillin, I'm killing, I'm colder, the freezer.
Have you talking to ghosts, in the past, present, and future, Ebeneezer
This lame's future is not looking good, Leave it to Beaver
ironically beaver left you a long time ago, for you're disfigured, beleaguered.
I hit you so hard, it'll make your entire existence stand still.
bitch you look like a failed abortion found at a land fill.