jo, i just had to reply/
coz reality is, u the one thats in denial/
no really...
how u gonna attempt to stain my name wit ur feces/
when my killa horns r pricking, n ripin u pieces/
u can tell urself whatever u wanna dude/
but ur 10-1 victory was really a fluke/
the truth is, ur skill´s worn out, now it stinks like pussy juice/
now how was that, for clever wordplay/
Blood, u can never put a gifted bull down...
please try n get that thru ur puny brain/
i musta hit more than a nerve wit my first strike/
coz the pain kept up most of the night/
what? u think bull don´t know how to tell time?/
Now get this now coz i won´t say it again/
u can run around, but if i catch u/
i´ll f*** u so hard, next time u touch urself u´ll b sayin my name!!
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