sorry about the wait
here it is

I don’t consider it a chore ta beat you like you one of my silly whores that wont work door ta door unlike your mother fuckin for me hardcore, so what your dad left your butt sore hes a client give him more/

coz spittin aint your game you’re an N64 and im a X-box, X rated for the way I penetrated your head left you in epileptic fits coz I dazzled dizzle and like Freddie left him bloody in bed/

the only commission you get is the precision of getting dick thrown in your mouth coz of to much bitchin, leave ya with a twitch and a broken leg coz your limpin/

NOW LISTEN

It seems that your ghost writers gone on vacation coz your verbal battle skillz gone through a deep saturation leaving your open to a pre-emptive rist laceration while you think your safe in castration the guards butt fuck you so hard your spines in a constant elevation.

And the notion that all this commotion was done for a BOY that uses 3 different types of lotion ta keep it slick as he keeps his fist in motion just boggles my mind like calculating the rate of his body decayed when I drop it at the bottom of the pacific ocean/