This mother fuckers been in like 100 battles. still hasnt learnt to write nicer
been doing this shit for years. had his first text battle on a type writer
Fuck with me. Tyson with the left, Ali with the right. Im a prize fighter
Red dot light up the front of your whip like night rider
You told Junto last week that his car was nasty as fuck
Nerve of you to talk about whips when you stay catching the bus.
but Fuck it. i got a big hook. and its coming directly for your chin.
I call it my american pie. Cause when it land. your shit break like Paul Finch
Big man on campus. you get the heat if you dont play right
The K light up your whole set like stage lights
Aint nothing to take light. good with mine. always keep the lead on me
Fif tucked in a brown bag. dont make me pour one out for the dead homies
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