They think they got me. They think they got it, they ain't got jack shit. The brother is minus nothing, unrivaled, right, if you wanna know, look it up. Get my face out your mouth young buck, it's filled with rusty ox and jock strap. I don't fuck around. Never have never will, I kill shit, slide back, killahs, who can't fuck wiff. And I love this shit to the death of me too. Be all end all, Beowulf slang hang glaciers from the top bunk, pop funk and juxtapoz my dick off? Show my ass from around the corner you fucking ducker sucks. Who gonna vent, who got enough, who has it in them to defend against my all. It's everything. Not guts (motherfuckers) PLANT, not Sid (Ladies) KEEPER, not intense (Wheaties) IMPOSSIBLE. And that's how it is, and that's how it's gonna be. KEEPER like 1/4th, KEEPER like fish, like fish fly, like Tuviah Gruffydd.