docontinue you are the next bitch to be served to this menu
freeposting like a hoe because no hoe will even do you
my words will rip through you, while your sister blows me
you have no chance of being lethal because even your soul is phoney
now you act tough but its not enough to rhyme freely new-b
bittin vetran insights to be bright and you still arent even close to me
PayDay will cut your throat, and wash it with soap
I have thoughts so impure i could kill the pope
it was murder she wrote with docontinues body found a float
head severed, chest open with his stomach peeking out from the bloat
choking a dead souls revenge, i am lucifer with this spit
burning blisters into your teeth from the flame he tried to rip

a quik one...

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