Punch the pack of all

I hate the extra words from them. Their stuff burned my sichka Down with your bastard artists They wash down the success with an evil joke My Punchy is a deadly poison for them I release it when I record hits. You want a fitcher then under As long as you're on the 7.5 million. I'm perfect as a delirium wee You're going to die of my rap as Mercury killed speed. No jester Go fuck your dick. I believe in the cross, and you pray to Allah. Get Someone above someone below But after the bif, you won't be heard from me again.