His name used to be Drakel. For those who don't know. Alright.



Dude can act like beatin' Lay was legit. But he knows whats true,
Cause you don't gotta say it, DRakel. You got DR written all over you,
But you can't 'worm' your way outta this one. The best have tried,
And with corn row concepts? I'm quick to toss this pesticide,
I'm takin' this. Those who think otherwise, thats a mistake dike,
But you'll see that I'm wright brother, just before I take Flight,
So, please quit tossin gay lnes. I'm no tryna be mean and wrong,
But I ain't seen fruit punch this much since my senior prom,
Poor bitch, must look like your home got hit with mortars,
Thats why what I buy soda with, you have to use as 'living quarters,'
As for your relationships. Chicks a bag of bones, saggy in several ways,
It's fucked up when you put your hand up her skirt and reach second base.
Worst part is though. I think you bite, somethin' I can't stand, bro.
But funny. Cause even your pirated puches never land-hoe.

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