eye que?? i'll kill-you... and leave ya crusty carcus covered with mil-dew
no one feels-you... i use to love merking little bitches like you and i still-do/
vet-fag...dont be mistaken...eye's punches couldn't hit thru a wet-bag
I bet-that... my elevations so sick... this kid looked at me and cought jet-lag/
don't try-to-fight...i'll take ya soul..merk you..put it back in so you die-alive
eye's gotta brain of a guy-thats-five... dumb fuck took swimming trunks to go sky-dive/(not smart)
you tough?? you'll get socked in tha face so hard... both ya ears touches
my luscious vocab will dislocate all four limbs... so you can't even use crutches/
told this faggot to "back off"... wouldnt listen... so i ripped his spine out as a jesture
kid quit frontin... tha closest thing you've seen to tha hood... is a pullover sweat-shirt/