I read that text style like why is this bitch in denial?
Please tell me before i make u fuckin choke on a vile.
Ur so fuckin scetchy erything about u is played,
but hey i wont take it personal as long as u dont stay.
go away run run run like u got stunned wit a stun gun
shakin on the floor why'll ya lungs cough up cum.
than take ya lung out grill it give me some a-1
puke it back up put it in ya bowl for lunch punk
mix it wit punch we'll make it red son
why'll ya sittin there wit ya scalp off and im disectin ya brain
i can tell my shit u play by how ya brain was goin insane
i start to nudge it wit a cane give u 12 vics so theres no pain
u wake up screamin in da rain why'll ery ounce of u is drained
im tired of da newcumers comin on here hmmm i wonder
if i make ya swallow lumber will splinters split ya throat like da lil drummer
boy of course why'll it leaves ya throat hoarsed
jus pound on ya drum till u cant pound no more
than i will slide da drum stick back in ya mouth till ya choke
hammer it wit the drum until ya fuckin bitch ass tokes
than shove a ciggarette down ya mouth fuck u aint gotta smoke
i'll give ya cancer anyways until u finally croak

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