reading queen hippie's post like he's trippy but not strippie on the flippie lyrically, the beat's just not there with the snare come correct or verbally un-clarity. here's your charity your hilarity so spare me the shit when I see shit, so here's my private message: please fucking quit. you cant spit ain't legit you're rhyme'n shallow like a bog pit, maybe quit and go back to suckin' tit. can't fit that saggy slit like i'm wear'n protection, hurt's worse than seeing a Nixon sticker reading "2016 re-election"
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