chapter 39 Church you don't know me

I don't think you really know me for real. f*** your genie in the bottle. I know the real Houdini.don't make me put a hole in your beanie .sipping martini. eating fettuccine.your girl said I'm dreamy i.t's hot and steamy .she in her bikini.you just a little weenie. I am a beast surrounded. by sheep wannabe wolves.smoking on Backwoods.my neighborhood is my brother Hood .f*** your whole Hood and your manhood.the semi-automatic dramatic.turn you to a acrobatic .that's automatic. like I am diplomatic.no sympathy for you cheerful Timothy Ninja out of control.your whole crew some hoes and foes. you don't want to go toe-to-toe I know you a hoe. dodge charger f****** your girl.feeling like Tupac in gridlock. I am about to grow them dreadlocks and make her bedrock. I got that Hawkeye third eye goodby hi hater. I no prater.I am a gladiator you some haters. elevator waiting see you later. I'm greater than you Trader hater