new to the RB, unit G, my rhyme is your own eulogy...
let me know when i can hear your rhyme, when its deep enough from puberty...
you were chained in the basement, trapped in the car, but please, unlock mister jackson from your avatar
you love blowing men, fucking STD pirate
sucking out more infections, than Norton Anti-virus
you better tape-the-weather, my hot rhymes will melt you in a paper shredder...then again, id rather not fuck around with anus-spreaders
it will be good to stay warm, your gona "act" cold, in a "play" form...u need hooked on phonics, instead your hooked on gay porn

lol that was by far my wackest rhyme and still killed you.

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