chill mister small, man wasent online take it easy
big:
This fag be eager for a lyrical rippin
I bust “straight shots” no homoerotic hennysippin
You’re a “public house” with the "foundations" missing
A spouse with a “crater crevice” droopin and drippin
Your mic is slippin, covered in loads that be stickin
manz trippin From your last “drops with tha cops”
Your flow so “unoriginal” you could ferment barley and hops
And have enough residue left to form several alcho-rocks
The macho stops like photoshop pro you get cropped
foundations= foudation make up
public house=whore
MX1
Mx1s “pen sex” got slung, it dident cause an orgasim
Another drop in the chasms of the “fallen” ones
You mourning son for the loss of your tongue and lungs
You asked for the “impearment” like staring directly into the sun
Sleep sinatra sliced you both in one!… no need for a verse each
That’s wastin time, like bein dumb and attempting speech
Iam gonna teach your ass on how to verbally defeat
First lesson, DON’T TRY IF YOU CANT COMPETE
The futures bleak, your lyrical odor reeks
Of a nappy haired wannabe sucking bigs dick and feet
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Originally Posted by sidious_katana
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