THIS FUCKER
This fucker screams like a bitch when I slap him across the face and hold his big bug eyes open so he can see the pain I inflict all the while I have a smile it's called satisfactionThis fucker wants to say this baby ain't his well lets go on Maury, Does it really take Mr Povich to prove you're an irresponsible lil bitch
I don't need to see the results I already know You are the father
Now what you gonna drop some cash you can save your paper you may need some treatment on that rash, I told your ass to leave them ho's alone
This fucker can rub it with A-jax, I spit in your face and drop kick your ass
Didn't think I was capable of such violence you must not know about me, I been in the streets I've knocked bigger fuckers than you then just smile and leave
This fucker got some serious issues towering over me by a foot lookin like Tyson guess that means I'm Robin except when I leave I'm gonna have blood on my hands
We will only need 1 round then the cheers of people that truly care will be the only sound
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