Untitled Song

You’re a b***h fat I’m about to say yo big Tim rat ass. I’m gonna suck a rat. Don’t wanna crash. I’m on. I’m about to lay. I’m about to nap. I’m about to boom Lambo. I just f***ed your b***h. Doctor I just got her chopper about the honor. Her father makes him go harder and his mother and I’m about to get the threat out of the wet empty Tourette. I’m not no terrorist, but I’m also pretty sure you missed. Me take your your diamond rule Rolex off your wrist was the sickest thing I’ve ever done but now listen to me. You better run. We’ve had enough fun in the gun, but guess what you are done. I swear to her that all she had was the fire that I gave her because she dissed her self with all the wealth but now she’s with Hells bells but guess what all she does is yell so farewell don’t put that rope in the other pope because he guess what he will drink that coat Coke the coat with the rope on a B in her throat on a I don’t wanna be near her through and I’m about to go I’m about to see your rope on that neck guess what she found in my room last night she found the white in the right running to the deposit box she found with all the green all she does and wants is to feed Fien Fien Fien, Fien, Fien, Fien, Fien, Fien Fien try another one because I got that billion of everyone sounds like she’s a mom but that’s what I’m her mom guess what I f***ed your dad last night and guess what she liked every single bite you don’t wanna like I’m about to cry. I’m about to lie. I’m about to die.