Kissed The Demise
• Written by user607464664
Yeah, Yeah
Aight, Sarim. This one's for ya.
Straight outta the big dungeons of rap.
The stick drops deep as does my joystick.
I never flip,'cause to flip is the witch o' classic
Beyond the walls of men, My comrade Life is defined.
You think of lust, when im in a workshop state of mind.
Hope that ya got the stick in posession
You pose nothing but a misfortuned son every season
Im rapping to the laverage,
And im gonna move your anti-manliness
Saucy, Spicy, cheezy like a women
Boy, i tell you, I thaught you were an American.
Im rapping to the boskage,
and you are gonna move my sausage
it took just 50 fills or 9
Yea yaz, In a workshop state of mind,
When you were young, you got to have the design lined
But you aint even got to have the confined mastermind
british school you say? well can i have a bottle of water
I thaught it was a son, But you came out to be a daughter.
Bro Got his ass on Tiktok jigglin'
Thinks would get the women runnin behind his Insanity,
Well, what he got was Negroe's meat wigglin'
And Feminine Questioning about this Gravity.
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user607464664
Member since May 27 2024