imma strap ya ass to a rocket, so this boy can say he has been elevated /
split you down the middle like you was a dutch that needed to be seperated /
i bet the last time you got pussy was when you looked in the mirror and touched ya self /
punches i "E-Mail" to you give you physical damage to your health /
how ya boy gonna get on here just ta hype up an enternet crowd /
the only way you could be hot is if you lit a lilsmokey from a black & mild /
toke some weed den you choke, your a joke /
you should be rappin in a church- where you have the slightest bit of hope /
you get tossed around like a faggot whos dropped his soap on a rope /
enternet thug posten some racial slurs /
but after these toxic lyrics make you hypervenalate- i make ya burn /
cause the last thing you'll ever see is the shadows of a urn /................holla gotta go to night school
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