Ill spit first then shit turds and take the mic rip worse,
Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers
With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck
With these cheese that i'm chewing they should call me stinky bishop/
Cant beleive you turds thinking your my challenge
Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message
It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her
Merely lettin the scent from your stinky raps linger,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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