Seeing Red
If you keep spitting lines
Gonna need a katana to cut through
All of your dropping du bovines
You wipe me off of your shoe
While I measure you up
For your funeral fashion debut
Upon my fist you shall sup
Come on read me the signs
Can't keep breaking them in two
Your lack berry whines
Shall loose your teeth a few
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I was in a bad mood so I took a few minutes to spit this out. Enjoy
Copyright © A.E. Rivenbark | Year Posted 2014
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