On they twitter writing novels, see
I made your moms ass rosy
Call your moms, tell her to plan yer burial
Ha, running rebel on another level
Cause i been drinkin till the point that i'm a dizzy rap
At least i aint your mother now shes fuckin fat
Shopping i’ll be in paris
You cant get your fat head round this.
A washed up queer licking tampoons out your moms
I'm too explosive for your ears like i'm throwing bombs
You gon' need a couple stars to get your first victor
Meanwhile, your moms just lookin for the #highest #bidder
I'll never be retro like a cool kid
O wait...your moms already did/
Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row
I got the sickest flow, i got your moms seven digits for 1 dollar not a penny mo,
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