Wednesday, October 03, 2007

when i die...

bla bla bla ur full of vulgar jar
cookies bar haa taste my dick weed from afar
back to bay-sick erase it u gonna face it
ur rhymes whack fag like jack and the beansdick
cockster as u are u cant swim in goldmic
u need ur mom's saggy boobs for-da-float
or i'll pee on ur face so u-will-choke
and dont forget bout my 2 balls up-your-throat
i aint no queer like i'm gonna battle ya
u'll make my day if u get 100 gays votin for ya
someday u gotta make someways and u goota learn
so go make-out with some gay ejaculate some sperm
i'll break ur mouth like i eat beefsteak ur a mistake
fake ur way to the bottom now and find ur pap's sperm in ur cheesecake
crack jokes on ladies if u can and u'll need to explain ta them
crack ur balls if u hav em cause i think its in ur rectum
i'll blow ur brains off with a magnum
lyrically ur a fag n ur papa thought it was ur sister's poem

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