Your hair looks like trash I bet you have a rash i bet if you would start running there would be an earthquake the ground would shake the city would crumble turning in to a bunch of dust and rumble you ugly boy you still play with little toys can't learn to let go of some little tiny problems but yet you still need to solve them i know your hair looks bad your gonna be so mad you know that im to rad hit the whip and then i dab ooooooooooooooooof boi get roasted i will never never stop ill use you as a mop spin you like a top im on the grind dont stop dont stop dont stop dont stop dont stop dont stop i be rhyming while im grinding singing while im ringing craving some raisans you always getting in trouble boi you need a double but in reverse of you that would amazing you know that would set a whole new show