ABL. Short killing. Ha.

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Stand with my hand out. Gimmie the dough, loser.
You're coming in second. Man, they know I'm a Pro deucer.
See my poker face?
Thats 'cuz I know the main attraction is pussy for everything that procreates.

I'm just an ego behind a prick.
Okay, so when you get your vagina stitched. Crying 'cuz your hymen split;
Make it an reminder, bi***.
This dicks innercourse in win or loss situations involving this rhyming shit.

F*** all of yall, we buddies when we type and chat.
We hit the street, I'm Pistol Pete; Behind the back.
If you can find a map point to it and find this cat.
David and Goliath matched, but its not this giant's last.

Kinda funny that you offered to supply the cash
but then you spied the match, and now he wanna try to gas.
The misspelling is Sic telling you duck down.
Why? 'Cuz I'm taking U out to my dub, now.

So who would wanna sign him? Sound like he outta Jersey,
and he will be if he's wearing one when I find him.
Watch that f*** lose; I have better attributes.
You getting the balls all on you, like motion capture suits.

I'm a beast, you the hunter 'bout to a mauling.
So when you see me take a P, thats just nature calling.
So Pro, kill the hype. You couldn't write a genuine draft
with pens and pads provided by Miller Lite.

Your punchlines are booty; Some of the fillers tight.
and my flows over your head, kinda like your ceiling pipes.
I don't need personal info to win, though.
Stop talking bullshit, paypal me and send dough.