Cant fuck wit the sickness..

I stab toon with glass brooms, drench his face with wack juice and fill his pussy with ass lube/
Had his whole damn crew looking D-FORMED like HALF MOONS/
You wack toon... a sad truth...claim you a male?... you lack proof/
Fo real tho... Toon a contender? stop foolin the members.../
Put my boot in your mouth now my shoes your new dentures/
Kids verse wont even go through.. his PC will get mad and boo the sender/
Beat you with bats till your fuckin frame is tender, toon aint sick, just gay with lectures/
Your fate is death herb, cause when I grab your neck and your corpse leaks../
You rest where the floors deep...leave this cat SHIT OUTA LUCK like DIGESTING A FOUR-LEAF/
Toon admits he got infactuations with spider-man, been wackin to Peter since the days of diaper-rash/
Toon needs to know, grab skin n peel slow, kick your ass with a steel toe till it lands where your meal goes/
Fuck fightin with guns, I recite tightness with tongue, All hyped writers will run…/
Toon dies while Im knifing his lungs.. just check the replies as they come…/
“EQUINOX SHIT ON THAT PUSSY” like GIRLS WHO WIPE TO THE FRONT/

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