What is this even.
• Written by D-Long-
Drop the 9 millimeter, not talking 'bout the pistol
Don't make me smack your shit, call it whipped stool
She bit your dick mistaken for a tic tac, bitch back
#Lacking #c'zures let me fix that, click clack
Remotely dropping napalms to stay calm
Killing wack rappers with no handles, hey mom
Aim off, treat this battle like CoD no scope
Suddenly smoke dope on your grave, open the case
And skull fuck what remains so there's no hope
I'm an auspicious auspice auditing all oddities
Honestly atrocities taunting me like odysseys
But i'm busy being born a prodigy
Burning bridges, business, bitches brought to me
Like this elf gone wrapper making santa proud
Giving handies in his sleigh to land her down
Cum filled Rosy Cheeks, Damn man your drowned
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D-Long-
Member since December 24 2013