Dear Buck I wrote you but got no reply
Why
Did the last song make you cry
I
Heard you back at it again
You already bad at video games
Don’t be bad to your friends
Short sh#t
When you sit
Your legs do swing
No crown so you not even a short king
And I can’t take it
I have to say this
Your G Mod strategies brainless
The problem is
You think that logic is
The hottest sh#t
To ever getting popping
Go to listen to Siracha
What Joyner did was shocking
Stopping
Him in his tracks
You’ll never get good at games
You’ll only get fat
Anyway
Asuma lama duma lama
You won’t get a baby mama
Cause your breath is hot summer
You cannot eat garlic butter
With everything
I mean come on guy
You so bad you can’t even win on Fall guys
Oh man you 4’8
4’7
Little thing
Always begging
To win game
But you can’t play
And that’s never ever gonna change
Oh man you 4’8
4’7
Little thing
Always begging
To win game
But you can’t play
And that’s never ever gonna change
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