You can tell that trash talk to the asphault
Have you bleedin out the crack in your head
Like an overdose
Slap you comatose, ravage your fridge for applesauce
Cabbage patch lookin ass ragged jammies smoking backyard grass
Blast the jammie and manage the grammies
Micromanaging cellular ****, I’m the epistemic stitch
Getting money any way like a snitch
You ratfaced fig eatin prick
Duck a clit, eat a ass with your dick
Racks on deck and overstocked with the clips
Techs and the glocks, I’m the best round the clock
And if you step Ima take your feet and feed em to crocks
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Originally Posted by WhateverDude
Laser beams, psychedelic hats, and for some reason kittens. Surrel reminds me of kittens.
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^if you wanna know perfection that's it, you dumb shits
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