yo, waterfights are the only time ya grippin a pistol
yeah you
white, but couldn’t be
emnem if you
flipped your initials (ww=mm)
spit with incisions fixing to kill you, i’m the rhymer that’s dope see
you ain’t wiser lines only
bolder when you
highlight ya multies
And you cannot fault me, and i’m rawer than you
cuz i hardly see
loss like i was ignoring your crew
you weird son, i’m so
narrow minded my ears touch
so ask me who’s wack, i
point at this pussy like gettin
spear fucked
you think you number one? I came to prove you not that
you’d have to go through
puberty again to get the
spot back
little bitch i’ll throw you a punch, and make you fetch too
i’m
double you ww, call me the world wide web dude (www)
without me, you wouldn’t get ya rhymes seen on these internet sites
we use your verses as paper towels, its the only time we feelin’ ya writes
ya got the wackest features, get smashed to pieces cuz raps ya weakness
we know you is
bound to flop like being tied to a
flaccid penis
get slapped and beat up, my shit pummels, you spit bubbles, it won’t hurt me
i aint jokin, you couldn’t
beat dope if you went
cold turkey
and i’m so worthy, of the top spot, this joke aint gittin’ through
why you the
white widower?
when dopes killing you (get it?)
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