You're the type to get butthurt over a simple gay joke,
You're like a pimple on a dyke while her sister takes pokes,
And I don't have to be Khalifa to make paper smoke,
I'm asking you to fear the reaper, so take Shiela, bloke,
Take notes, cause I'm the man that's got a brand new plan,
So put your hands and clap together for the grand true scam!
Now look, my hooks are known to hang fools by a noose,
Like how books took me over these brutes to a booth,
I read the dictionary religiously, and now I'm like a missionary,
So if Mary's of the Trinity, then I'm seemingly the fiction fairy,
The world needs a scribe, because these guys are filled with lies,
Like those girls who act so nice, when by surprise they change like night,
Society's like a car with doors ajar and the tires gone,
And unsurprisingly your jaw is swollen, now how's that for firearms?
I'm a kid who's got vendettas against the bitch I can't remember,
But I wish that didn't prevent us from winning this shit like old Mandela.
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Nah, it's not only you. I'm actually working on some stuff with something, so no worries.
worthy.You're able to make your thoughts reflect in those Rhymes, Genoz and Menzoz do the same thing.



I got it lmao, nice.


