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Coming up against The Pi then you know that ur in bad luck

I got that extra five that u missed in ur packed lunch

Cus ur probably a Child , sick or a fat fuck

Why else would u call urself Slip, ass munch?

 

U Slipping her a pill then make her drink it backwards?

Bring her to ur tent then smell her in the asshole

That’s the type shit only swims in a mans world , now

Fellas get the sack for a dick and a tadpole

 

 

Wrecked u Get Son, Hefty Bets Done

This guys rhymes taste extra Epsom

Get me yet cunt? Heavy Sets Spun

up in this bitch like every set sun ,

 

We funk slow, and we funk fast pace

Three Point one Four come to battle back Wit basic

Spider brain Games make ya face start palin’

U Micro soft Dick and I’m Main Gate Bill’s payin