Raw lyrics, he smells em like a hunch
it's the same intuition that tells him "Spike the punch"
Curses, he's truly the worsest
With enough rymes to spread troughout the boundless universes
Let the beat blast
She told him "Wear the mask!"
He said "You bet your sweet ass!"
It's made of fine chrome alloy
Find him on the grind, he's a Rhinestone Cowboy!

La p-ta madre otra vez me sacaron el elo en el cs2 juego de re mierda