Reading your so called rap almost made me break my computer.
Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her
Your rhymes are soweak it's almost like they are theological,
What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle
I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met
Last sigh expressed on why was it done but your fucking dead!
For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet
You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,
I can give your complete death, but i left you just half dead
Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet
My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet
Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead
Cause when i sit you in your place your reputation is dead
That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette
And i feel that feeling-i'm almost dead
Give us this day, our daily bread
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