Biotch

Bitches gon get stiches and divas that got big peaches but smell like fajiiitas and im a lyrical genius bling is yalls one weakness i am here to defeat this i an the grim reapers scythe I am here to take your life Send you to the afterlife Then ill fuck your wife Maybe ill do it twice Heart so cold, made outta ice Flow so cool it would be kinda nice If i could get some paradise I am your one nightmare Drop your children from they highchair Put on some fancy eyewear I just canceled YOUR childs care Dont care if you in my hair Ive had my fair share Pussy you afraid to swear? Damn you outta rhymes? Here bitch i got a spare Rappers of my kind are rare So fly im in the air And i dont give a care Now back yo your wimpy lair I dont want to eat a pear.