Untitled Song
• Written by Checkered
My name is checkered, dope on the mic
Leading this rhyme like it's the 4th Reich
Yeah, I'm setting down spikes, and I'm ready to strike
Holdin out my hand and sayin PHSYC
Now sit down, drink bleach
And I'll be right there, beseech
Now I'm out, and out of reach
Your a dyke, a full blown hermaphrodite
Now I'm coming after you outta spite
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Checkered
Member since June 6 2015