Marvolous ya really not, its clear you got a problem wit rhymin.You say you got dem bisquits, but you ain't eatin, punk azz starvin and dyin.Ain't no savin yo private Ryan you and ya niggas soft like peaches.Yall never see no pu$$y even if you owned Miami beaches.Leave yo head holy like cheezes,see if Jesus walk wit you.See if yo punk azz dubs get you to tha hospital.I'm hotspital des not riddles I kick in a text.But if I see yo name again you'll be tha sickest on a stracha wit alasharations on yo necka bleedin on ya Mecca you know dat I'm betta.

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And tha people sayHell Yeah!Blaze in dis Biotchhhh