
Originally Posted by
Rumo The Don
he asked-a-pro, to match-a-flow, the fact-is-though, the massez-know
i’m blasting-foez, these body-bagz, is where this snobby-fag’z, ashez-go!!
i’m murderous, when serving-spitz, my worst versez-give-‘em-faceliftz!!
heard-a-diss, n’ left in touriquetz, see, my schemez are sexually-driven
i love-to-bust! if rank’z what we must-discuss, none next-to-me-spittin’
your whole verse is neglectfully-written, and at least conceptually-bitten.
wes side impressively-splittin’, the best-of-these-kittenz, guess-if-he’z-winnin it ‘it’z more-than-fate, so don’t ask the Lord-to-save, you if destiny-didnt!