pop tarts

God damn Listen up your not the boss Your only here to get some sauce God damn Why you still here Ima bring you down another level Get ready you want beef go see the devil God damn Hey is that my pop tart Come back I’ll fart on you God damn My bat is ready to strike You better run wait you got a bike God damn I got a glock pointed at you pow pow now your dead it’s my pop tarts that’ll tech him a lesson