this is taking to long

let's make it 16


I'll use my new style on you!!



I cripple dykes wit fists you the newest of my rivals,
'n only Ram-'page' Tonya is on had St. Louis on the title
Put 2 in ya belt.. Leave Bran' to hide ya dead waste,
No biggie.. A life like yours doesnt require much webspace
don't disrepect me cause my shit is this fresh off of the head
ya body'll be writin a letter to it's neck n' bed, like P.S. I miss flesh
You need a fuckin tummy tuck, ya arteries flat suck
Believe me, i'll beat ya harder than your heart does, ..Fat fuck
this bitch's been mislead, if you think I miss wit lead hollows,
cause I can't make you a dope leader, but I WILL make DEATH follow
See, that's when he's startin' to beg for Div' to harbor the pain
'Cause I didn't launch shells, I used the whole carton of eggs
this strippers gonna fall to the floor once it's all over whore
'Cause I put more bucks in ya drawers than ya lingerie from the dollar store
And normally I never admit what can ever defeat D'
but tryin to figure her point of living life is what in the fuck beats me!




YAY DIVINITY WINS! DIVNITY WINS!

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