oh shoot - get a load of fruit in high boots, red tighy whiteys and blue cat suit even the know it's tacky - "y'all seen me slippin' like that bitch just smacked me!" posing and legs open - couldn't stand worse all that was was a bandana and a man purse crying dying laughing glands burst faster than a speeding blast, ass ran first fit baby hair, messed up, wavey curl under the cape the back of the 'S' baby girl the things people 'll do for fame its a herb, its a lame, its...a god damn villain willing when cold streets call you can keep your hero and the meatballs worthy locked it with pockets on empty he worked harder than a steam like john henry turn dirt to like don henley ugly and still get holla's ron jeremy at moniteraly, terribly mc's need therapy its like a ferris (?) hit 'em with a brick come and poke his dead body with a stick wrote this lyric from in the bed with a she had the tightest grip around the of...blaaaa!
bic...now can i get my pen got no enemy, got no friend - with the green goblin got the bat robbed bust in - head bobbin slobbin robins knob! y'all got your belts on the floor so kick them shits over here and click off the alfred come home and found them both handcuffed to just as he had expected red n chrome batmobile wheelin' and aquaman with the fishes for real for squealin' psst, the low low on the seal blazer its just a little from a razor thin lazer amazed at all the so called wannabe showing off their (?) to all the free gayers its like a leotard how it got is any retards guess - regardless thats their choice no to bate becomes a problem they try attempt to go straight and raise the rate in the whole population it's to effect the super-pimping occupation now, who's the hater? the newspaper fate of a fake - you out caped tied to the tracks make a damn tram rap is like a spam nigerian e-mail the man with no beard is weirder a shemale sucker got on a tamezepam street sale told 'em one of ours set it up - yeah did it like the dirtied - wet 'em up and air it out!