PsychoDickRide part 2
I'm so ahead of the game so before your time shred tear n maim every bar n line you rhyme partially save time classic rock that ass blast from the past tense muscles skeletons skelatory system a flip my mid fuck your faggot trussles a butter cream truffle gutter mean trouble digable body double bury you under lyrical rubble you're rubbish rub a dub in tubed tubs slugs penetrate irate inante snubbed guns nose turned up to my noose rose colored pussy tight op of loose vice grip tried this nowhere fast hit fist on my list one through a hundred out numbered you're crew off twenty tho with boss Bitch chick dick ho with sick flow comatose you're contagious I'm outrageous soma doze relax your bones yard of three feet times over six deep put ya to sleep straight weak can't phase me my verbiage leaks vertebrae snapped creaks creep up on freaks coming at night dusks Dawn dead swans song impenetrable by light you're weaker I'm strong dead arm from bustin wrong you ain't got it going on I got it going keep hot flowing never knowing pussy showing twerk this ass on my dudes lap he digs it slow likes it fast blast form the past is this dope female with half full glass. you an handful you banned fool I just want to stack my financials substantial torrential torment your mental flooded by the eases of simple burst bars that please deep dimples wimp littles itty bittles riddle my fiddle DJ diddle dee dum giggle twiddle fee fi for fum sniff with wiffle giant cloud surfuer rain dribbles missiles signals turn ya brittle n cripple run run run as fast you can can't get away though from a stalking knives in hand psycho wacko jackle after your throat i invade your thoughts your dreams your nightmares make you scream pinch yourself you will not escape my wrath im the 7 deadly sins are wins hells high stacked z ima lock you behind shocking fences melt the steel around those bitches pound my steel on your nose won't form another sentence make you pray all you had was stitches humor on sick side psyclone go for a dick ride on his funny bone close your eyes and fall asleep one or the other its me or she won't stop ignoring the feeling of your flesh burning
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I'm so ahead of the game so before your time shred tear n maim every bar n line you rhyme partially save time classic rock that ass blast from the past tense muscles skeletons skelatory system a flip my mid fuck your faggot trussles a butter cream truffle gutter mean trouble digable body double bury you under lyrical rubble you're rubbish rub a dub in tubed tubs slugs penetrate irate inante snubbed guns nose turned up to my noose rose colored pussy tight op of loose vice grip tried this nowhere fast hit fist on my list one through a hundred out numbered you're crew off twenty tho with boss Bitch chick dick ho with sick flow comatose you're contagious I'm outrageous soma doze relax your bones yard of three feet times over six deep put ya to sleep straight weak can't phase me my verbiage leaks vertebrae snapped creaks creep up on freaks coming at night dusks Dawn dead swans song impenetrable by light you're weaker I'm strong dead arm from bustin wrong you ain't got it going on I got it going keep hot flowing never knowing pussy showing twerk this ass on my dudes lap he digs it slow likes it fast blast form the past is this dope female with half full glass. you an handful you banned fool I just want to stack my financials substantial torrential torment your mental flooded by the eases of simple burst bars that please deep dimples wimp littles itty bittles riddle my fiddle DJ diddle dee dum giggle twiddle fee fi for fum sniff with wiffle giant cloud surfuer rain dribbles missiles signals turn ya brittle n cripple run run run as fast you can can't get away though from a stalking knives in hand psycho wacko jackle after your throat i invade your thoughts your dreams your nightmares make you scream pinch yourself you will not escape my wrath im the 7 deadly sins are wins hells high stacked z ima lock you behind shocking fences melt the steel around those bitches pound my steel on your nose won't form another sentence make you pray all you had was stitches humor on sick side psyclone go for a dick ride on his funny bone close your eyes and fall asleep one or the other its me or she won't stop ignoring the feeling of your flesh burning
the name alone sounds like it's going to be a good song
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good wordplay fr💪👍🤘 just need more energy n mixing
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