Rondovsconfess

#rondovsconfess #knightvsconfess If you ever see me near a laundry Matt.. its cause I’m stuffing shells in my shotgun like how you put coins in a washer machine/ These metal rounds gone assassinate you over the Chelsea green/(money) The armor you keep under won’t matter when your organs shatter/ Entry wombs a be the size of doorknobs, exit wombs a be the size of trombones/ You’ll Harlem shake like hoes at a block party while your mouth foam/ Look we’re not comparing this battle to a first take discussion.. the only thing I’m debating should i give you the Mac like Khalil or Bernie/ Think an independent clause.. cause you’ll spot me standing alone on your block with a stick like its the end of a journey/ even though I don’t live in Boston Massachusetts I’m pop a bitch if you feeling lucky/ How you’ll murder me when your aimless so bitch aim less, before your parents have to identify your corpse like its the seed of Chucky/ My homies will privately network there 223s like a vpn, while I smoke and talk shit like its the 85 south show/ They’ll start at your top and finish at your rock bottom, making you swing arms like the peoples elbow/ on some high shit you may be litty since you got a tattoo on ya right titty/ I’ll literally fuck the shit out of you giving you a mini me/ Then put ya skull on my barrel like toxic waste and air ya zone like rum nitty/ I won’t confess nothing cause if R&B stands for robbing bitches for 2 quarters I’ll leave you with 50 stitches.. And dump your body in a Scotland river since you live in a po land/ confess your not a mean girl like Lindsay Lohan/ One of my old guns just got a new edition and it’ll do bad all by herself like Taraji Henson/ Picture if I let it regularly show.. you gone skip when canons pop and scream like benson/ confess you’ll get treated like sour straws when i put two ss across your big breast chest.. making them leak like busted water bottles, bitch thats Dasani/ Don’t think Ben E. King cause you and whoever stands by me a feel the heat like weather thats tropical/ And I bet your great grandmother’s life that shit is Kim possible/ Fuck a library cause if you don’t book, your body a lay buried with your head on a shelve/ Basically the silencer will ill a noise (Illinois)/ No skaii or Janet cause I’ll jack ya son leaving him looking like a confused elf/ Before y’all take your last breath you’ll receive more action than a marvel and DC faction/ Triggers a be pulled until your unrecognizable, traction/ My machine gun shape like Brie Larson and it’ll injure you like CJ stroud being speared by Michael Parson/ Or I’ll have you worried like a prostitute stressing when I put the tomahawk to your back while your undressing/