It's April 26, 2024, 05:10:49 AM
Ready on your mark, get set, & let yesterdays beef goCash out your cheese at WELLS FARGO, & pump your fuel at ARCOLike blasphemy who will get an embargo on his useless lines of cargo
Talkin shit,& thinkin he's spittin' fire, but he's merely on meth wireTrying to sabatoge me is his highest desire, he knows I ain't a liarAnd like John Meir, I'll explode him no different than an over-inflated tire
He used to be somene I admired, now he is let go; like he's firedHe'll either spit back a line or two, or he'll get scared as hell & get devouredHe'll never get empowered, and when I'm finished, you may refer to him as a coward
Yo son that was a sik flow, u usin nice wordplay
Blasphemy don take it to ur heart