Better search for god w/ pan, it’s time to get holy
Cuz if you act up you’ll get socked in the mouth faster than mick foley
You go both ways, radar goes off when you meet yew
I know you’re Bayou cuz you blue ya neighbor & that shit was weak 2
Gay as fuck, there’s really no reason fighting him
I mean he went from putting teeth under his pillow to biting them
Take ya vitamins, do research, but it’s still a fact kid
You write wack shit & begged for more text advice than bags did
You’re a nobody and nobody wants to hear this yew guy spit
I’m like Yoohoo? stick to milking that new guy shit
Softest raps everything you drop is wack, honest fact
You’ll never be a staple in text battling, you just stock those at office max
You don’t have the heart to win or a leg to stand on
Every battle I’m Boldin, while you’re catching more shit then Anquan
On a molly binge shottys taunting so I’ll probably sin
But my alibis is air tight, and so is the black bag I’m stuffing ya body in
Last edited by Strikta; 10-01-2013 at 07:39 AM.
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