They call you A Too Lyrical right what type of name is that let me hear something man that was light I get my young bull to come bomb you right now dawg you ain’t t got no bars dawg you think you gonna serve God and be a rapper at the same time you ain’t no rapper you a waste and that last album they counted me out was trash who you beefin wit you beefin wit a ghost youngbul I hope you be homeless and stuck and still livin wit ya mom dummy
That’s how you feel you ain’t gonna give me 20 dollars to help a brother out aww man that’s crazy and I went to king wit you and that’s how you feel well you ain’t nothing homie I hope you fail at life and I hope you be stuck working at McDonald’s just like your father you think you still rap and got a job making money I know people that make more money than you and ain’t got a job you still that same retarded bum from Somerville it’s cool imma catch you when I see you I better not catch you in these streets we got a problem you trynna rumble wassup wassup wassup
Bro he weird and he a creep and he a nut I ont even listen to bul like that all his music is trash ain’t nobody listening to A Too Lyrical he garbage I wouldn’t even play him in my car I rather listen to boss man dlow or something that bul A Too Lyrical is garbage he ain’t been making music in 2 years I stay away from him if I was you he weird retarded and something
WASSUP !!!
(Thunder)
*PANICKING* *ALARM GOES OFF ON PHONE*