KING you'll be runnin after I drop you the onslaught of LYICALL sickness n series of hard HITTING BLOWS
cuz you a SUCKA burning after you just took in the WORDS of da KING n you know how da saying goes
you ass will be suckin my dick harder than if you were one of da FINE BITCHES I chose
Ayo King sit ya SKINNY shwag SMOKING ASS down Bfore I choke you I'm graphically poundin a HOLE THROUGH ya FRONTAL LOBE without usin PRO TOOLS
Don't doubt I can SMOKE YOU,you picked the wrong cat I'll flame you and BLAZE through leave you lookin like BONG CASH
Get ya VERTEBREY disengaged when I STOMP back this faggot's like unskilled HCKY PLAYERS, he always palms SACK(MUHAHAHAHAH)
Hate for me cause KNIVES cut past ya sTOMACH scorns is VINTAGE
KING gets torn n instant Ya DROPPIN YA BEST I"ll rip out ya THROAT tissue b4 ya SPEECH PATTERN can even form a sentence
damnit Ya vERSEs be wit so many forced ACTIONS YA LINES wit rape scents PUCHES MISSING BLOTS ya thunder