satire satire, sacarsm satire, tizzo boy a martyr, son of a Manuel Pacquiao, they say he going pack it how? some say he going slack it now, some say he going try devour, his dick hitting like devil, and he coming from the low, so he been breaking the law, silently cracking in the code, silently breaking up the cord, reason why he need a sword, always writting spoken word, never winning a big award, but they promise big reward, cynic fore he hit the store, gimmick fore he hit the stu, famous fore he get the dough, quite when he get the loot, strapped when get my glock, shining when I wear my look, starring when I hit my block, Tony said I need a loop, when he saw me on the court, telling him I need a coup, to break down this thots, that be coming in groups, talking bout they want shots, and game when they in the mood, I'm really just being honest, though you don't want the truth, got goons in my bonnet, but they style is uncouth, I told them stop slacking, they said I ain't cool, but got my game in mojis stuck on em glue, permanent like tattoo