Like fake “cults”, I leave bitches Un-Xpectedly “hopin”, and workin at my “funeral home” is the only way this cat will “rip me open”/
Thinkin that he’s a “boxer”, you can try but I won’t play a-“round”, No “Vikings” live in Baltimore, so go back to your “Minnesota” playground/
With that whack style, you disgrace Tupacs Picture, With the “weight” that I move in B-more, I cause 10’s on Cali’s “Ricktors”/
This “midget” wanna spit at my shoes while I’m walking, should make this “baby” the star of the next “Look Who’s Talking”/
Gay rappers spittin “Sunshine” and “rainbows” on the Rise and, this little bitch, remind me of “Skittles” and the “Whoreizon” (Horizon)/
This bitch “happy”, like a Smiley Face, he so “Gay” he uses Cum as a seasoning, he likes the after-taste/

Shit

This little whore like the Jackson Family spittin ABC’s, but more like Mike, cause Children’s #’s is all he ever see’s/
For real though son, your gay like Patty Cake, But when that ask you remember to say, “At least my daddy’s straight”/
Talking bout eating out of “toilets”, must be why I’m always “spittin Feces”, and make little “shitty” rappers part of a new endangered species/
Don’t even need “12” lines, only “10”, cause internet rapping is “2” hard for you, go back to your pad and pen/

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