All these fucking fruits coming at me, you'd think I was tryna make smoothies.
I could beat No Shame at her own game
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You sounding mighty proper on the Flakka, Chewbacca.
When the blade strike the Belly, this bumbaclot will need new shottas.
I don't hold a title belt, but the strap got more than a few notches.
Execution style, bullets penetrate leaving more than two splotches.
Who shot ya?
I'm disappointed in what Paul's become, like Ru's father.
You sly like a Fox, but we can tell ya news doctored.
Who's bothered?
Gotcha shaking like tourettes
Quick change the mag, clips stick together like barrettes.
You seem vexed, so let this scheme check, everything this fiend said?
Jealousy ain't a color I wear often, but I'm all about the green tho.
You got a wet back, and that's fact, coming from a gringo.
I'll put chips on the board, and we ain't talking Plinko.
I can reach God Mode to signal his Doom, when I press his buttons like a cheat code.
You got it ass backwards, bitch. Smile when I move past you.
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