I can make orange rhyme with banana
Bor-nana
I can make your girl
Spit my rhymes
Cause I be spyin’ on her durin’ her bedtimes
I be into minors
Diggy Diggy Hole type grinders
Beatin up James is what I do
Cows go moo, moo!
Call me a gravedigger
Cause I be callin’ James a
Loser loser loser loser
Cookin up time like never seen before
Callin this a battle when I’ve already won the war
Don’t make fun of my name
Otherwise, you’ll be a crying shame
With these bars I’m spittin’, I know your chick was lookin at my di’in
What’s that, big scary James?
Don’t matter, I’ll put him in the flames
Ay, this next part?
This next part though
Don’t even matter, cause I already know fo’ sho
That I already won
Damn
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