rap 2

Fk you battle rap time, bottle thu you n smash y tong out, bitch, crispy crunch, you look like Margret fatchance, ile Fk you wit bull horns, in the movrfokerin PAkin hall, a piss head fokin winmiroooar, n shank up parkin metor kick down a door, eat shrooms like by order of executive cownsul, n burn th burlin walls, cuz Im bad like that, slip on a drain ho, I chomped loads o pickles in the vig sto wiva sikle belted to ma jaw. Woop woop.