It's the re-turn of Mys-ter-.E the the clas-sic sick rap kid,
I'm bat-tl-in a spas-tic, who's balls are smal-ler than rat shit,
Don't think that's it, I ain't star-ted yet, so when I DoContinue,
with my fan-tas-tic rhymes I leave you sha-kin like you're hav-in a crack fit,
or like I've put a cou-ple bul-lets from two duece duece in you,
I ain't a ghost but I'm spookin you,
when I spit a flo you're quick to fold like a pa-per bag, so I'll puke in you,
I'm through with you, like your dad i don't want nothin to do with you,
Wait now the great Pope is gone, all hope is gone, as I hold this gun,
Like John Paul my finger on the trigger are no longer holdin on,
I leave you limpin like your toes are gone, I leave you thinkin 'what's goin on?'
You ain't Marvin but you're gay, you also charm farm animals and fuck away,
you eat horse dick when you're hungry and take a bath in hay, you rappin is the only thing that made me laugh today,

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Black Man White(BMW)
No Grudges.