Gingerslim massacre

Ginger fuck you, I tucked two, guns on me so you better duck soon,

The only way you'd ever come through and beat me would be

luck, bruises and contusions all under you, you really

better run new strategies if you wanna battle me,

Because battling me is the equivalent of getting strangled G,

After I show you to shut your sanging you'll be thanking me

"For all the things you was saving me from doing like embarrassing

Myself in front of all my friends and students,"

When I do this, I'll make sure your lame disses you'll never come through

with,

You're already wounded and I just boosted your death,

By drinking out your spinal fluid, and killing your stupid friend,

Like your Becca friend, your special friend will get wrecked by Becket, man,

God knows my hot flow is heaven sent, yours is straight

crafted by an autistic kid, I'm getting lit on this killa shit,

You know you're gonna lose, you feel me bitch?