 You're not my type of guy. Got a skydive just to give a high-five. Don't take offense. When sheep can't sleep, they count your schemes. WX and he was made a member. This saga will take his shine and stop his reign forever. And Terrence Bowell with DNA. Remember? Fake agenda like Caitlyn Jenner. Let's not play stupid. He isn't handsome. He's awkward as hell. Plus, his words don't work to his disadvantage. Because everything you own says virgin. You're Richard Grayson. You're gonna fight a girl on site. Get smacked back the back. I'm coming back for the back. Falling from Christ, but still try climbing the stairway to heaven with all of your might. But I'm not still awake. They start in the light. That's ready to kick him down all of the flights. And I know you saw Fritzel's daughter survive, but Tristan getting caught for the crime. Just ask Jammer, I'm all for the crime. I'll shoot in the cyberware basement. That's Lord of the Mines. The head is streaked. You about to catch me in the middle of it like STDs in Freshers Week. The man that gets swung like a conker line. It's not a con row sign. Writer's block. That's retarded as fuck. That's like being a porn star and calling yourself, can't get it up. I'm one of the best webhams this year. On beat, you still need to prove you're a killer. I'm waiting for you to bring history for the blue flag. Bill and Ted. Up in the gym. Been getting ripped as heck. Now women quiver when they picture my figure flexed. I got rigid pecs. Got rigid pecs, the thickest legs and nice tries like, you did your best. Throw away boss. That's why you get his tape home. Cause ain't nobody playing this rap CD in the car unless it's Wainsworld. Rap CD, Bohemian Rhapsody, Wainsworld. If I ain't gonna go in. Take him home and then, he said he wanted a train. So he fucked the whole event. And Diva, that this is old revenge cause you got a train to this battle. And you about to get coached again. You even fucked. So on that note, on your album, I'll pass. But taunt that note, listen geek. I'd rather listen to the CD shot put out. I heard ARPs and that disc is weak. Danger and art. And I'm telling you right now that I'ma take him apart. Quick rap, fist fly, straight as a dart and light up your chin like, oh, you're afraid of the dark. You rap and got the lookin' like the rest. Stand off. Me, I'll make the mood dance like a flash bob. You, you get tumbleweed floating in the backdrop. I'll get a woe after every bar like black rub. Look. See, my flow wicked. Mine's so gifted. Round pro, lithic. See, top tier is in the now how I make him appear a mid like a Cairo visit. He's got a bit of a slice. Chilla, this paper view is made by you. That's true this time cause Liam hit me up. I need a MacBook, bring mine. I slice his apple out. Bro, this brand new slim line edit this battle on it. They got run through quick time. If they get the stab-proof windpipe. Yeah. Who the fuck put dialect in the ring with the iron chef? Shotguns. I end your world with 2012s. There's a Mayan threat. I know you think it. He only got two hands. Why he need 20 shotguns? It's cause I'm a mess. The only way to explain it, homie, is using flame emojis. A fire text. It's Pete for me when going through T-Fro, but it's more bleak for you when going through chemo. I love him screaming blue murder like an avatar in an abattoir. Grab his heart straight out his chest like Calimar.