GravebotBOT - Today at 10:59 PM
What tha just in say bout me did you, you lil biiiatch, biatch, hmm? I’ll know I graduated top of mah class up in tha navy seals have you, of secret raidz on al-quaeda n' i’ve been involved up in a load, over 300 confirmed kills, I n' have. I be trained up in gorilla warfare n' i’m tha top sniper up in tha entire us armed forces. Me but just another target yo ass aint a god damn thang ta. You tha up wit precision tha likez of I ama wipe which has never been peeped before on dis earth, mark mah in lyrics. Git away wit sayin dat shiznit ta me over tha internet, yo ass be thinkin you can, biatch, hmm? Think again, er n' shiznit fo' realz. As bein traced right now so you betta prepare fo' tha storm, we drop a rhyme I be contactin mah secret network of spies across tha usa n' yo' ip is, maggot. You call yo' game da storm dat wipes up tha pathetic lil thang. You’re in dead, kid. Y'all know dat , muthaa! I, anywhere, can be, anytime, bust a cap up in you up in over seven hundred ways, I n' can, n' that’s just wit mah bare hands. I extensively trained up in unarmed combat yo, not only is, but access ta tha entire arsenal of tha united hoodz marine corps n' I ama use it ta its full extent ta wipe yo' miserable ass off tha grill of tha continent I have, you lil . If only you, known what tha unholy retribution yo' lil “clever” comment was bout ta brang down upon you, could have, have held yo' in tongue, you maybe would. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, n' now you’re payin tha price, you goddamn idiot. Ghon drown up in dat , I ama shiznit fury all over you n' yo big-ass booty is. You’re in dead, kiddo.
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