WELL CHEETO:
U WEAKSAUCE AND SLANDERISH AND KNOW U COULDN'T HANDLE THIS,
PULL UP ON U LIGHT U UP AND SMOKE U LIKE SOME CANNABIS,
CLOWN SHOES, BAD NEWS, CORNY AND PROBABLY HORNY,
SOMEBODY SHOULDA WARNED ME U WAS REALLY A STALKER, NO ACTION ALL TALKER BUT U SOFTER THAN VAGINA LIPS, SAYIN IMMA BITCH, NO U THE BITCH AND YOUR MIND IS FULL OF FOOLISHNESS, THANKS 4 THE PROMO HOMO AND NICE PHOTO BUT YOUR PROFILE IS FAKER THAN THAT SNITCH ON THE LAKERS,
U PROBABLY EAT BOY PUSSY AND HANG WITH ALL THE TRANNIES, WITH VERSACERO'S PANTIES ON CLAIMIN U GOT A FAMILY,
WE KNOW U JUST A AGGOTFAY ORPHAN WHO ALWAYS SNORTIN AND THE SICCNESS IS YOUR DAILY FIX TO COME FEEL IMPORTANT,
BUT LETS TALK REALITY THE TRUTH AINT IN YOU,
AND IF U EVER GET SOME BETTER BARS I'D GLADLY CONTINUE,
BUT AT THIS POINT, U TOILET PAPER SHITTY AND IRRELEVANT AND I OWE U LIKE I KNOW U FOR INSULTIN MY INTELLIGENCE.
#FUCC U VERY MUCH AMIGO
☆☆☆LONG LIVE THE SICCNESS☆☆☆
You like one of them starving kids from Africa cuz/
That cbo tossed a quarter gave a bath and some hugs//
A hoodie couple hats for the mug//
Let you spit on a few tracks chat with the plug//
Spit shine his shoes take a nap on his rug//
He a gangsta took shots and fractured a lung...
Sike!! this faggot purposely sat on a gun//
When bo got locked up he promised his stay would be fun//
He took flicks in drag bent on a low rider hair slicked in bun//
Kiss marks everywhere signed smeared with tongue//
Crip card revoked when he started fucking the British kid//
mob status removed when he started kissing dicks//
On the sicc big and bad tough in a beanie crip//
But got punked on camera on some weenie shit//
skipped the fourth grade iq 150 a wizard on some free throw shit//
You can blind fold him and he could describe in detail every vein on c-Bo's dick!!//
That's some taydini shit!!
On top of that cuz a dope chef cooking smothered things!!//
Bukaki chiccen that's when 20 crips jerk off on chiccen wings//
nonstop checked him made em kiss the ring//