Shemale 379

I'm caught in a spin, I'm in the weeds

Since Tuesday, probably killed a few trees

I'm one of the only ones that smoke, I go loosely

Not high, but I'm your highness

So I see really you're my dick

But you haters, fuck Kurt, I'm just door-hind-ins

I was just a poor white dick

Not wrapped with C-ball, I be Jordan like Bids

You wish you could score like this

Yeah, now these ended half-court, I did sign

I mouthwashed, as if I was on the floor

I'd switch, scoreline, switch

But I cannot lie, I got you in my top five

Worst rappers of all time

I lost my spot, y'all got all time

King of rap, mine, their words, not mine

King of swear games, and not mine

Shit never compares, yours, a toll-free number

Only way you'll ever have a hotline

Fuck's going on, man

Bunch of half-wits in the office

Half of us walking around like a zombie

Apocalypse of the half-wits

I'm pissed off, don't wanna wear a mask

I'm gonna just scoff at you when I tell you

When to catch all this shit off of you

Same basket as you shop in

Now I'm gonna fucking castrate you, coffin

Always there, had a hand, it's letter paper

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