The swagger falls...... fuck a chritic
Yo dog ease-up, I really think you should take a breather
N in SS ill give u an inch, since I’m NOT a topical head either
Ill stroke ya moms beaver just to get the juices flowing
Ho ya punkass best believe you gone be str8 john Doeing
Knowing I’m best as I loop a noose on this bitches neck
The slag only bags respect posing at fag wet T-shirt contests
So confess I’m harsh like time in Belmarsh & Rykers Isle
ill detach your lips from your moustach N wipe away your smile
Pimping this pipsqueak till next week the geek’ll be tipsy
It’s a unsolved mystery way I turn this shit Chrit to a Christie
Light & crispy I toast boasters N busters w/ toxic flames
N I know where you live punk, u’re halfway up Halfwit Lane
W/ half a brain to maintain you - don’t need much air
Your usual rap is bullshit, & the thread is bald on your spare
yeah i make you look more stupid, although you already did
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