Yo, Right now the guyver's gona rock you/
Jus like a thug disciple would pop you/
Turnin all ya shit from collossal to fossil/
Why you act like my shits impossible?/
Slap ya bitch up on the possible/
Keep 'em red like the back of ya hand/
All the bitch wanted to feel was flattered/
Heard you liked 'em like you like your shrimp/
you like 'em battered/
After this you gona spit some shit/
like it matters/
Fuck slugs, I walk into clubs with a shotgun/
To kill you an your entourage for fun/
Now, I don't wanna hurt ya feelins son/
But I sexd up ya baby's mom at the break of dawn/
She said all she got from you was a yawn/
No wonder you beat her ass/
She plays you for a pawn/
Till the day that you die, we gona mourn/
The waste of a life in your bodily form/

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