Im up 4 a tourney, show u how we doin it round ere...



Spit rubber, burn oil...
leave you seeking the thesis to our gritty procedures,
blood boil,
honorary on my soil with the trey, pop sicles in dismay,
lost my visuals for pain,
thresholds pressed back by the strally and fire,
tally foes head shots, your call of duty dun expired,
so prefusely i adress to the opposite sex,
but you resemble small men in a cross dress contest,
no nonsense, i skip out and light the beam up,
rip out, rest in peace now wannabe latifah...

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