Private Lined

i am not a mad stalker i am a private lined up shit talker your old lady momma needs a walker she a nada talker i only talk chalupa that money will electicute ya babarque ya thunder struck ac dc stuck n the side of his sideburns you touch my girl i will shoot you is that a problem do you computer bill gates past his elite cashiere banks in my enterprise i know the valican alien race is on the rise i am a ball player reaching for the skys but when i levitate it meets the pies n i slice n dice the cake rightly equal it is vitle to encouroge my title and hold the hand held when i pop of with a fire flame lang is the last name