OC this cats godda bad OutCome
So i think ima come right out by sunnin um/
UH, dude, i cant understand were you comin from
what is your talent? a mimic of your dick, soft before you done/
Walk before you run, your lybal to trip
now these are punching shrooms, they just got you like it/
you know you like it, dyke my photographs make you sick
And there not the kind you boast about
i burn this cat.. werent you in 8 mile that roasted house/
i slap your mouth, like fathers when sons run they mouth
you feel your mouth? good, now ill take this bitch out/

your scribes are ancient, no wonder your sounden old
your prehistoricly wackly written, oh... didnt chu know/
You shoulda been told. dont wanna poker.. bitch jus fold
you drag-on about nothing..Your even spit flames that are cold/
I never knew two daughters could get sonned?
And thats easily defined..its like begging class.. 101/
D, you would remember it best from " learn to be a queer"
And Written.. lets face it, you were spitten in that class, through senior year/

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