ur shyt aint up to par
like a bra wit no wires
u tired
@ ur job u just got fired for having weak punchlines n making no sense
fenced in ya own brain like a retard i already ran in yo house past tense
stence-il azz cats like u molded m shaped
no wife waiting for u just A HOMO wit his dik out
cuz u gay
u aint got nothing to say i swiftly robbed u out ya jays
stole ya chain then pawned it
now im gun play
and the suns rays never hitting ya u stuck in the shade
ripping u is easy like making lemonade
serenade on ur shyt just call it ice capades
wit a wig on u look like stronjay from bomerang
see my bars so ill it keep a lion tamed
ill neva change
but each paragraph digging up in u
``cuz u stuck like malcolm in the middle
cuz ur bars rep homo like a package of skittles



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