ya styles whack, son im textin hits,
son ya styles pussy music, cause noones feelin Enya your shit,
what u thinkin, El leavs ya face dissolved,
cuz t-wrecks text... and there aint no wordplay involved,
aint better than me, so ill sing the song,
sayin ya old name tops the new was the only time u proved me wrong,
yous a bitch man, a real loser,
el's squeezin ya stomach.. n this aint no heimlich manoever.

blah.. match

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