Hey b***
you got frosted tips
you go to the salon
with your mom
you got 5 dogs
they flip you off
with their little itty
bitty paws
your moms on menopause
she loves it when
y'all chill dawg
but real talk
you're coming out of pocket
you built like a b***
Polly pocket
you built like
Polly shore
go ahead and
talk some more
you can wash up
any day
on a shore
a jersey shore
to be exact
sir sever raps
sever his head
with a battle axe
I think that
I would like that
dont fight back
I might snap
and kill the joe
f*** his mom
and make some moe
ill terry tate her
see his face
its full of anger
you can see the hatred
just know your place
you aint next to me
ill ride to CT
RM meet
my fist your face
you'll get last place
just like in life
slit your wrist
just say good bye
say good night
what the f***
will you just die?
