Least I get paid!
Unemployed bitched named Flacco
Wears one glove like Jacko
Fuckin whacko shark bait for my tackle
All you do is ruin good joints like tobacco
Lazy Stander he'll be ghost when I do him dirty like Patrick Swayzes hamper
His own mom wished he died as an infant from baby cancer
Now he calls her to beg for money like 'I hope this lady answers'
Then his auntie from the UK hit me up like 'u need to body that shady wanker'
Only time I'm at the launders is for money,
only time you launder is laundry at your mommies
You a clown like scronny ronnies, brown bag for recycled McDonald's
Hes Still trying to forget all those cold nights with his uncle
i say i'm to clever two times i'm twice as ill
thugFloofis with his uncle actin fruity still
100 bucks bet yall faker than 100 scammers
ya backwords Working Sitter, kill a Lazy Stander
Smoking loud wrapped by a leaf of tobacco.
I see these bird niggas dropping bars. Fuck Joe Flacco.
Get yo ass back bro. I can't let a hater win.
Flood your town with that sniff sniff and Make America White Again!
Knuklo u suck bro, u gon feel pain in defeat like a stubbed toe
Sup tho, I puff dro, and u captain save a hoe while I let them sluts go
Actin like ya bitch is tight, but her pussy is kryptonite, bit by lice, ticks n mites
So you hit the pipe while watching dick van dyke on nick at night sipping sprite
You rhyme so soft ya probably use YOUR bitch to fight, get a life
You and your bitch ass multies, drop hard HA! You're feather light!
If we went to knuckle up, you'd duck and dodge the weigh-in
Thug flutie, kiddie shit like a bug movie, with a judge Judy hammer raping
Lazy wanna call me a light weight, cuz he never been on a nice date
He on tinder looking for girls who like rape for Christs sake, this kikes fake
If i catch u eating rice cakes I'll stab u till my knife breaks in your white face
And my wife's straight, a tight eight, even tho u might hate on her precise weight
hate on her precise weight? maaan you're stupid as fuck
forget her weight, your wife's late, but she said 'he can't be the dad cuz thugfluties a cuck'
he the type to watch us rape his hoe - cried; as we mount - she struggled
dunno why, cuz the fellas already ran more trains through her than mountain tunnels
Ya bitch say big dicks aint hell in her, she stay mountin but that hoe don't everest
Her heads the best, takin cumshots on the decrepit flesh of her breasts n neck
U don't get respect, cuz I be in the club poppin bottles wit a bitch dancin
While you to drive to a rich mansion wit chances of meeting Chris Hanson
your dad spends friday nights in bathroom stalls on his knees
the only glory hes ever had is through a hole when hes slurping seed
and you a swallowing spitting image of him which comes unsurprisingly
cause you the type of fag who explains his double meanings in parenthesis
Caserole, you're a fucking faggot bro
You don't got an impassioned soul
So you just spend cash on rolls.
Brain got mad fuckin holes now
Draw fast mung trick - high noon, showdown
Leave ya earth exposed like a forest blowdown
And shit in your girls purse cause I'm the cats meow
JERSEY
CASSEROLE, you get served anytime like leftovers
You'll start chirping when the texts/tecs show up
You mushy in the middle, looking thin and brittle bummy faggot hoe
My arm running blood down like Cadalack Ron's mummy fashion show
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