Chill
• Written by L3O
Wearing red and blue you a crip or a blood though
You blow, so we know you ain't real ghetto
Throw the fucking tempo
Am I black, yellow or white? I don't know
All I know is that yo girls a hoe
If she existed though
Your ex girl got another girl before you
Fly by you in a bmw
You too busy giving fin an IOU for his CPU
This is an overdue attack
I can't stand you
How you gonna talk when you lose fights to the handicapped
That cripple smacked you like a pimp smacks a hoe
You must have cried, and kicked your own ass that night
Someone call the cops on this song its a homicide!
Stop stroking your dicklet and ego
And run back to ontario
Who are you to speak on my wealth
Yo parents are millionaires compared to mine
I don't need any punchlines in this song
You were one all along
Goddamn theres a stick up your ass
So you and the other fags can grab your pad and leave
Why you so mad
You on your period
Your retarded piece of shit!
I'm going for your jugular
Calling me ugly but you got zero bone structure
Why you saying this isn't my culture
Rather, you aren't my culture motherfucker
Your mother shoulda told your father to wear a rubber
To put a cover on his dick
His pull out game sucks
Just like a bunch of sluts
You got broken up with over text
Why don't you go cry and write another manifest-manifesto
Upper crust like the top of the bread
Getting head from your mom behind your dads tool shed
And yet you forget just how much you suck
Shut up with your ctrl-c ctrl-v reddit insults
Talk to me when you can get past 2 pumps
Your parents have talent
You haven't got any
You are the definition of unnecessary
Maybe you'd have more then 1 girlfriend
If you spent less time scrolling through porn
Edging until the morn
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L3O
Member since May 15 2021