this is going to be bloody

this is going to be bloody how you rich like jelly, you got the Man called yo kelly. when i sent him home he fat like his belly. this is going to be wrong flowing rich or poor like your wack songs. flowing rich flowing poor i burned him down to his core, yo i be in the livingroom playing gears of war. the fat man broke my chair, i said what fore. this is going to be bloody how you rich like jelly, but my mans is like kelly be for me he is my felly, like a ninja always stealthy . i am going around this town even the lost in found looking for the crown. when i write my songs i put spirit into it like fluidity, when i said my mans is improving you never improve it. superstition, raminisin going on my misions, i am so cold i'm flinching or gliching like a computer that has to be fixed when i count to the number sixty, like my mans have said, going through povity, yo get off me, so sloppy, and shoppy, will i name my sun the lame name floppy. this is pretty heated and bloody, probably imposter sussy. when i could pretend to like my friend, i couldn't talk to him or cursed him to comprehend. yo this is bloody.