Again heres another one for the bitch

locked in his own mind he hides he rides he tries he cries he cant get over hes to methed stressed out unwell in his own hell got battle bars he cant bark gets ripped apart hes a pop tart quick to react pugnacious in this art took it hard up the ass bout his dad his past hes not réal a seagal like a beagal im an eagle who soars highest causing riots he just mad we fucked his mom his girl he got handled in a hurry moons games hot gustav james is not bossed he lost he wants to go me he dont know me hes a clown got dummied boddied so quick so sick couldnt handle it goof words hes a bird go ahead chirp took tons u clowns out in the burds just words no need to lose after I was like fuck em beat em you dont need em flick em off cause moons boss thanks dbr elites put them on repeat clean sweep his talk is cheap he cant walk hes nothing moons something