i rhyme till i spit dry and get thirsty
i gota tell you somthin dun cry but i fuked ya mom on ya 16th birthday
i dun like the broad but i did it anway
it came to me that november 8th was always my craziest day
it was always when ya mom was stressed out but came to play
dun you remember wen her bedroom soundin like it was rumblin in the bronx
more like and earth quake
she came out with kum on her said it was from your birthday cake
ya faggot ass liked it and said oops my mistake
dun get tight sit bak and relax
if you don't watch ya "drink" i gota a poket full of exlax
liquid pink
keep the bathroom locked so you unload in the sink
the amount you shit wont cover the amount i gave ya mom to drink
now tell me gazeebo now that im sitting in you wut you think?

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I leave you in the same haze
that you in afta ya blaze
dun worry i aint done
this ish just begun
im out o1ne

aight yo help me out with this
SaRe 2 V.s. Fuck up