#LONGLIVEJAYz
Luis
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Oh, this bitch doesn't know I'm crazy, bitch I'ma cut your fucking head off and I'ma shit on it, bitch You bitches decapitated, you bitches are giving weak You bitches don't want these hands, you bitches are wannabes You bitches don't want these hands, you bitches don't want a diss I thought that you learned your lesson, you bitches don't got big cash You bitches don't got a band, your cash app is giving dry You bitches don't need to die, I know that, I am that guy You bitches all wannabes, cause I am the one that eats You hoes I eat for breakfast, you bitches are not the print God damn, you need to die, just take all them pills and potions You look up to me now, it's like I'm the Nicki M If all of us had a chance, I'd probably make it bigger Cause you got them weak disses, nobody don't give a f*ck You taking a couple days to write us some shit bars I haven't gaged you enough, bitch, I wrote this in 10 minutes You know that you're really mad, cause killa don't want you facts My flow will be going sick, I'm dumber than Jeffrey Dahmer I got a couple disses, and this is nobody's heard If I call on the Pot Head Barbies, you bitches will get to running I'll shoot up your fucking house, and kill all your fucking siblings I know what I said was bad, my rapping's a little cap B-bitches be hella snitches, I'm never catching a case Cause I am a gladiator, and I'm your exterminator I'm like a bad shit, bitch, got demons inside my head The day that you saw my face, you wanted to suck my dick and suck on my fucking balls I told you to back up, all hell to you fucking faggots If your sister would've died, she would've turned into maggots I would've pissed on her cross, and shit on her fucking grave Your mother's gonna be next You bitches my enemy, you bitches are fucking sad You bitches are really lame, you bitches not even hard You bitches are fucking fronting in front of your twitter friends In real life you're just a loser, you sit alone by yourself You sit at the lunch table, where nobody really sits You bitches fucking retarded You wrote me your fucking paragraphs, having a lot of icks You give me the fucking ick You bitches all like to click, but I like to click-clack They call me Luis, I am the one that made Jay When Kuis comes out, you bitches ain't safe I don't beef with bitches, I beef with ghost writers Ever since the killa beef, you sound shit How you tryna be that bitch and beef with your writers Don't ever call yourself no fucking flow writer Bitch I write so many hits, can't beat my own dick Beg for my pardon Can't beat a bitch like this I have no tits, so come suck my dick I'ma grind your balls and I'ma split your shit And if you call the police, you up a weak ass bitch Damn, guess you a weak ass bitch
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