get a bat an play hopscoth on your chest till ya heart skip a beat
you have no flow like ya ass tryna run wit defective feet
stike blacks vision wit precise incisions despite predictions
this pussy fearin my bars like paranoid dikes in pirson
your bars are homo and i dont trust drunk fags believe me
even if you multiplied your self im still gettin a win 2 easy
rape you for the hell of it or just for satans amusement
stuff ya grill in A trombone n leave you face in the music
im slayin this herb decayin his verbz you'll lay n a hurst
takin the drive thru cus you dont wanna stay in get served
leave only ya head to be found like the pic in your sig
ya name is just a different word for bitch like toopae an wig

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A Queer That Voted On my Battles Constently


^ even after it says if u dont understand dont vote


some people that are mods on here