old school barz

my ego on 3 million so please no more stroking even tho the feeling is like taking a needle n odin free thinking when this ink pen get in beast mode Marshawn Lynch hung rip competition guts like a pumpkin its nothing dress up n yo sundays best n step to me i bet u still aint touching my fresh fit n my life says u wont come close to my bars i spit harder than cardi b n migos cuz i had hella practice in front of alphabet soup bystandes who brought crackers i peeled they potatoes n layed bodies down in my wake of destruction im a problem once my Wesson start cookin bitch nigga u took my bag now its about time to hit n im white tyson fury i finally got the truth widdled the shit down till i dudiced the intel so smoothly i juiced em like smoothie king im eddie Rugar your magisty used the lemon squeezer to help his restless body rest in piece im ready as a og could ever be to work hard n make a difference n use my sickness to my advantage that my bitch ass fam passed on cuz they assholes n im finna stick my retro 6 up metros pussy lips love the scrnt of a snatch in the afternoon poon party for the late lunch essence of the other sex im so confused this is t in the damn rulebook im so shook man