|
Banned: Cheating
|
IP:
iight, let me break it down you to you like this, you aint no Jason Kidd, there will be no assists, but if you persist, I might make ya parents reminisce about why you don't fuck around with someone that you never thought preexists. I slap you in the face, throw your ass on the ground, knock you on the floor like Ben Wallace show you how to rebound, next time you might wanna think about coming around. Think your an emcee, I'll murder ya ass like a banshee, you flying around in a tornado just another piece of debris, hear your momma in the background saying "oh did he?" you're just another bitch, stay in the kitchen and fix me my iced tea, or there might be another killing spree. I laugh at people that aren't strong, why I play my theme song, everyone in the arena knew all along, this just isn't a place where fake mutha fuckas belong. Fake? fake, you feel that earth quake, you're about to look like chopped steak, why I just brush my shoulders off, to make sure there's no flakes. Now I must end this thing, I see you flying off that box spring, you might wanna bring some next time, you think about fuckin wit the king.
|