He's coming for you

Do you Hear that sound, The terror in bound, the wearer of the crown, you'll never get me down, Seeing red you rodeo Clown. Your mom gives the best head in town, The dead don't frown Keptone bound Try coming from underground after I bury you under this mound It's GandalftheCray bout to havea hay day with your lady still think I I'm gay, Boy don't play, In the rap here to stay, don't come my way less you want the slay, You sound like a fart, couldn't roll in a cart, couldn't be less smart, Bet you dress and depart to go stress i Walmart greeting people at the door Your a pig I'm a boar,quit the jig for you sore, Boy get mopped like the floor, won't stop the gore, see the rain hear it pour, you insane wanting more like your girl on all fours, That's a point man I score, Swish in the basket, Fishing up a casket to put you in like Packet as I put on a straight Jacket, quit the hate like a habit cause your just a rabbit barking all tough who huffs and puffs about stupid stuff over here laughing smugly, but at least I'm not as ugly as you or you'd have a picture up to better get a clue for your days in rue better pray in the pue you don't get what's due whenever Gandalf decides he's coming for you