I once looked up to you like you were a giant. I never would have known that you would turnstile like this…
Fuck is you talkin bout!
O.G. of what?!
Motha fucka you is a bitch and a petty thief. You is a grown ass man and if you stood on a skyscraper you couldn’t stand taller den me. You couldn’t go harder den me Its a damn shame you use to be a fatha to me. You got a excellent family but you’re fucken selfish. Your own kids want you delt wit. See… You fucken wit suicide shorty from Da 40s you don’t want these nightmares to come alive and ruin ya party.
Crash it you bastard. Like driving a car with no keys. You wear your life backwards like Chris Cross. Stop fucken actin like you hard. What kind of man hates on his sons for succeeding and trying to go far. You miserable pillow talka and Percocet stalka. At your funeral I’m gunna crack beers on ya coffin.
You shady motha fucka. Tom Brady motha fucka. Stay out my fucken way for I jam you like a 380. motha fucka. You got a good family but you is a shady motha fucka. You got a great wife that stuck by you and raised your baby’s motha fucka. You cheated on her not once not twice. You must be a crazy motha fucka. You’re a washed up old bitch you should walk with a cane motha fucka. Ya hair line receding like LeBron James motha fucka. Soon you’ll lose everything that you should have been close to you stupid lazy motha fucka. For the record I fucken hate you unstable motha fucka.
Reality Is The New Negativity Vol.1 