BadTaxidermyist (10714)
Joined 2017-11-27
"I have enough money to live well for the rest of my life, if I die next Thursday."
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Desperately seeking help
So close to 20k! Need 9,588 more points! Help me!
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I don't know, you would have to ask Denzel Kurry
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Ronny J, listen up I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect upon the street Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means, your enemies my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates Great, eliminate like ElimiDate Hey, young boy had to penetrate Face, young boy done caught a case Bang, now his mama living with the pain Wait, doctor says he's gonna stay Let him get the senzu bean so he regenerate Now a n**ga harder than the head of the state Denzel Curry is the new candidate Ultimate, alternate, you are the opposite Stop this shit, chop your esophagus B**ches be bopping it, bow down and popping it Dropping it in her esophagus She get so nasty, in public she classy Perhaps she is able to swallow it Girl, I can make you a star Then I put her ass on Apollo, b**ch B**ch, I am ultimate, behold my awesomeness Narcissist, part time an arsonist Ripping through cartilage, I am the hardest, b**ch Wrap it up, put in sarcophagus Dearly departed, it's done when it started So now that I'm living so harmonious Feeling like Spartacus, Curry the ultimate I am the best, there's no politics, b**ch, I'm ultimate, ultimate, b**ch. I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect upon the street Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means, your enemies my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates Ultimate, infinite, flow is opium Open the Internet, photosynthesis Put up parentheses, temporary Very scary if I feel like Dirty Harry Just might bust a b**ch Never knew my life, but yet the question is Is he fake, is he real, what the message is Chop a b**ch n**ga up, I'mma sever it When I sever shit I kill 'em, no Kony, these n**gas ain't homies Claim you the homie, I turn into Broly Dropping melodic, enter the cosmic Flow like a prophet, lyrical toxic Flow like a foreigner, I'm the torturer Out of South Florida, call the coroner Killed in the corridor, I'm the overlord Rhymes like a sorcerer, I'm an animorph B**ch, I'm a beast N**ga, you tell me who f**king with me K to the I to the N to the G Claim you the hottest, but I disagree Better learn something and get a degree This for Lord Infamous so R.I.P. Arrivederci, b**ches looking thirsty, riding through the dirty Like it's mandatory, ending of
Epic dog parkour
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