ite shits checked and spit

Im addicted to spitin u addicted to getting spittin on
I got a luegy so come along, like a barney sing along or cheech and chong folowin a bong
Start at a slow pace then race to a jog. Punches leave u hazed like California smog
Got a station of sodomy fornication this cat turns it on. Like the music in gay porns Bouces his feet to the beat and beats on I got on air force ones this prep claimin street wearin clogs. One worded alliterations I got tons.
Barely need two vowel sounds to get u to go down, so wave the white flag. Im above jus callin u a fag, this cats bi but only gets dirty pussy like Prince has a sign his a douche bag.
Like peasants u a lower class wear clothe in public don’t remove the tags, type of poor ass cats who reps then returns the jazz. Put the scrubs in scrubs yo rhymes bout as appealin as your mildewy tub. Cat think he ganna get some love. When battling me im leavin his record’s situation hairly like my rhymes be givin it dysentery. This battle aint no cake walk so no cherry on top, quite on the contrary like showin up to yo girls virgin vigiana and noticing aint no cherry to pop. Cuz I got there first and know that stop don’t mean stop. So u bearly even got to cop// a feel jigga get real u fuckin wit a pimp wit massive sex appeal. Never fuck animals but I know how to make a piggy squeal.
Dead man walkin heres your last meal.
My rhymes be your fa-vor-ite. Yours like tastin the flavor of shit. And havin to savor it.
My lines are long no need for shavin it. U remind me of cauches and potatoe chips, yo dumb ass only still battling cuz u too lazy to quit. Don’t mind that redundant spit

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