I promised you 12 so .12 you gonna get~
but how this faggot gonna talk with shotguns under his lip?
this guy aint a winner, just another imposter~
only 'streaks' you know about are the ones in your boxers~
and sin ain't your son or your father~
could've been your pops, but I hate the smell of onions or lobster~
spit your heat out kid, give me your personal best~
hot lines?..."I doubt it's his" like talk show paternity test~
and I don't know how this dip shit found me~
son, your rating is poor like your picture on Lipstickalley~
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http://lipstickalley.com/profile.php?userid=2857
ya'll don't believe me go see for you self~
*calling Santa*... to collect a finder's fee for this elf~
go head talk shit back...the kid'll have to merck you~
when I creep through your window like I'm trying to get in after curfew~
Fuck it, a quick 12...holla back