was this a joke? c'mon now..
Honestly, I think both of yall are truly shitty
I’ll send both of yall back to oz & yuba city
Aight fuck it….
503? you can gain fame for being gay
When you try to become a king & reign on their parade
But try to stay on your terrain, or else you’ll die
You won’t make it to your birthday on the fourth of july
These unfortunate guys will try to write rhymes
But like confused fiends, they won’t find the right lines
& trying to buy time won’t lessen the pain whores
So when they get clocked, they’ll get what they paid for
& I bet their brains’ sore from their stressful effort
Cuz the only time they ‘feel smart’ is when they get hurt
& I’m never pressured, I’ll throw zero back to Kansas
Like a wrestling artist, you’ll get slammed on canvas
& it’s practice on my part cuz it’s still early
I’ll make him cry me a river & drift to Missouri
But their vision is blurry, they don’t want to battle me
Cuz I’ll assassinate the king & break the laws of gravity
*waits for round two*
