Fuk wit me again son
• Written by T89
First of all, fuck you and your team,
Hope that your career commit and downfall
Fuk wit me again son
And I’ll teach you real world,
Lets talk about how, I let ya sleep on the couch
While I’m up, fucking your mother on her bedstead,
Oh my bad, she fucking dead
Me and my homies had foursomes with your mom,
She was saying words like ~ah~ ~oh~
But I’m back to back, up on yo baby momma salami
Grinding raps to raps, just for stacks to stacks
Your wisely words are wacks to wacks
I make you and your crew gone wit magic,
They call me the real wizard
Fuk wit me again son
Fuk wit me again son
Fuk wit me again son
And check your mother, I be bagging her parts,
Hope that ain’t a bother
By the way, your life an joke and it flop
My barz Climbin’ to top
And we never collapse n’ stop
You just an fail wit hope, but look take a rope
And hang yourself that dope
Hopped on this rappad and I’m already best
Old school and we busta
I’m feeling like a samurai, cut your barz in half
Like I was Oda Nobunaga
My first battle, I’ll settle this like a cattle
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T89
Member since June 1 2023