zykloned wrote:
heavy, motherfuckers armed and ready, john tardy from obituary wants his teddy,
baby P, did a wee, on your M.C, ability, your flow, like a stream, and your ass smells of vaseline,
grease it up, loosen up, slide up, the war-hammer toys, let me see your hard flow, when its up a mans arse,
eliquently, you leave the scene like Eddie Murphy, condoms full of cum, dribbling from under your belly,
heres the recipe for your art of homosexual chemistry, i might be wrong, but it's bums moobs and willy!
DING DING DING!
ok that was kinda dope,but i'll still leave your grizzly ass hanging from a rope,as you choke from the smoke..
..of which i fart in your face,like mace it leaves a sour taste as your talent goes to waste like an out of date pot of crab paste, so make haste and run,before i kick your bum bum,and if the KFC doesnt pour out then its probably still digesting in your tum tum.
