Bitch u need to leave.. n’ don’t ignore the suggestion
Cuz are u wack.. n’ that’s not in a form of a question
Please stop writing it’s just not coo, n’ in life u already fell
N’ ur careers down the drain, that’s y u resemble shit so well
U fail at having good shit, ur verses r not hard drops
N’ I’ll make u go accapella, when the beat of his heart stops
Yea soft bitch… n’ none of this bitches drops rocks
Cuz the last time I’ve seen roger...
.. he’s singing nursery rhymes to kids at 10 o’ clock
Glocks stop playing like ur tough kid, learn to throw fists
but his punches are NEVER felt..
… so I gave this brain the glocks to paint the walls with
This niggas pussy I’ll put the glock right between the eyes
N’ my blade’ll cut his throat, to match what’s between his thighs
Son u need to step yea game up, get off the shitty side fam
N’ when it comes to shooting fire… glocks ALWAYS jam
Yea been here for awhile, with his chest all out standing tall
But they say the bigger they r the harder they fall..
… so Mr. Rogers well be crashing throw his puppets wall