Matt Joyce

I open my book then I jot and talk a lot of shit just to flex my own shit that these trash ass rappers don’t got i like

Matt Joyce
I open my book then I jot and talk a lot of shit just to flex my own shit that these trash ass rappers don’t got i like

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2 months ago

I open my book then I jot and talk a lot of shit just to flex my own shit that these trash ass rappers don’t got i like it a lot but my car is parked in the parking lot so that nobody takes my spot as soon as I go vroom the Benz is taking off and comically and ironically spitting in the booth while being comedic to these sinful rappers who worship the devil like Lil Nas X I never popped no X but rip x to the double X even though Drake is coming next Don’t get this shit perplexed son you better off running from this shit son who want beef with me the answer is none but I will hit you with this gun and I’m the lyrical poet you already know it I aint even gotta show it and I will get more paper than Rick Ross till I get paid to shit on you trash ass rappers who want to be named as the most profane people in the universe you already knew this verse will go to the moon like Neil Armstrong but you will get popped like popcorn but I’m not a rooster unlike Foghorn Leghorn but you know what you want to do right? Cut me like a knife and throw me in the ring like a wwe wrestling match and fight with all your might despite not winning a fight and then will collab with Phife from A Tribe Called Quest and aim at your chest while you think you’re the best but you’re most definitely not but you ought to be a distraught person and you should be able to have thoughts on this matter like a podcast but I will unmask you as if you were spider man and will devise a plan to throw you in a pan and heat you up like a oven but these lyrics will get rougher and rougher than a boulder but why are you giving me the cold shoulder and these lyrics get colder like Alaska but will heat up like magma

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2 months ago

DOPE 🍀

2 months ago

I open my book then I jot and talk a lot of shit just to flex my own shit that these trash ass rappers don’t got i like it a lot but my car is parked in the parking lot so that nobody takes my spot as soon as I go vroom the Benz is taking off and comically and ironically spitting in the booth while being comedic to these sinful rappers who worship the devil like Lil Nas X I never popped no X but rip x to the double X even though Drake is coming next Don’t get this shit perplexed son you better off running from this shit son who want beef with me the answer is none but I will hit you with this gun and I’m the lyrical poet you already know it I aint even gotta show it and I will get more paper than Rick Ross till I get paid to shit on you trash ass rappers who want to be named as the most profane people in the universe you already knew this verse will go to the moon like Neil Armstrong but you will get popped like popcorn but I’m not a rooster unlike Foghorn Leghorn but you know what you want to do right? Cut me like a knife and throw me in the ring like a wwe wrestling match and fight with all your might despite not winning a fight and then will collab with Phife from A Tribe Called Quest and aim at your chest while you think you’re the best but you’re most definitely not but you ought to be a distraught person and you should be able to have thoughts on this matter like a podcast but I will unmask you as if you were spider man and will devise a plan to throw you in a pan and heat you up like a oven but these lyrics will get rougher and rougher than a boulder but why are you giving me the cold shoulder and these lyrics get colder like Alaska but will heat up like magma

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