you can change the rules in your first post if you want, my bad again
you can change the rules in your first post if you want, my bad again
Like spinning plates I'll crack your ass like a number one dick rider, suck up more sperm like an infected germ tape worm brother of the red spider. Hang glider was where your style best came off that fake breeze, laughed after you stood up cook'n you salty balls that hang past your dead grandma's knee's. Swore revenge since the date of March 17, 1987, read the weak blow from a shadow pirate hit the 1/6/0/4/9/3/11. Nigga please you LOST and you can't test my style, lyrical genius got you sicka than deadly tea before a venomious trial. Worthwhile was your style but it was haunted like pimped out honda accords, cut you colder than ice cause I always freeze my lyrical swords, add a third hook and got ya bitches titties squeezed like bootleg grammy awards. Fuck a hook cause I burn rubber which isn't my main concern, got out the car droped my pants and took a shit at the ghetto ass u-turn.
if anyone wants to go
I'm ready.
just set it up.
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