let me kick back and relax and play wit da sand, glue his palms to da monitor so he could witness this first hand, he and his man formed a gay guy group and its called the weddin band//
when i see his drop i see death defined by dashes, im spittin more power bombs like my bars were steve nashe's, im tryin to keep him stuck in da thread till he splish and splashes, he's nothin but a not(knot), he criss cross over threads till his pacemaker crashes//
he has to show i.d. jus to get a tatoo, u sat and wait all 18 years of life to see wat u develop 2, but u havent had pussy since pussy had you, u jus lost, like we in germany and u wanderin jew//
im a masta of torture, like ya moms pussy im the original scorcher, cause the only thing she carry is std's//
the only way ya rymes will leave dis thread is if they became escapeees, cause they know mine come through wit a special expertise, u and ya boys spreads each others cheeks and call it the sucicide squeeze, and ya'll have more salty fluids in ya body than the florida keys//
slice paper cuts on ya fingaz and dip ya hands in alchohol, so u cant finga little boys at da school of saint peter and paul, the only parties u show up at is the masqerade ball, cause if u show up barefaced u get stopped at the entrance hall, let me wipe dis bitch up once and for all, cause he jus got shitted on worse than a bathroom stall//