Your weak-punches couldnt hit through Barbies-dream-house-'Windows', cuz tha effects are 'Micro-Soft'…
You aint a challenge, like Stevie-Wonder-as-a-Novelist, u cant See me in a write-off…
Defeatin Thee’s A Fallacy, A Misconception To Your Teethin Faggot Mind…
I Clap SS leftovers with Childish Beliefs and Implant Ya Ass-A-Nine (Asinine)…
Supportin Divinty? Quit Tangling ya Tongue with My Testicles-Coarse-Hair…
Torn Bare, Beating Me is like Seeing Ghandi Announcing Chemical Warfare!…
Ill blaze ya stee and make-you-flee, droppin, prolly chop-ya-pelvis…
Prove ya weak-style makes no-sense, like 'Kamikazes'-rocking-helmets!…
Broke ya ribs to grasp it, but you’d already put you’re heart into it…
Like pretend-tobacco-chewers you only imagine-you-spit.. …

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