I reign with theses. These other cats spit homo shit. Teeth stained with feces.
I'm on the prowl and that's why this Owl's an endangered species.
You aim to treat me like the bitch you are? Untamed, I unleash these.
Why do I even bother posting back and forth with a pack of nameless he/she's?
Star of the shoot? Yeah, that's you. The camera click bizarrely.
But the shoot you commit to has you on your knees receiving mass Bukkake.
Alarmed? Me? Hardly.
I step calmly.
Throw shurikens, I'll flip kick one back at you and simply palm three.
You tell me to get naked to avoid your "body blast?"
Can I please get a fucking "No homo" or at least a "Sorry Mag?"
My rhymes are formatted with the essence of a word smith.
Nerd, bitch. Be thankful you've only read and haven't heard this...
For should I spit, your mind would enter realms of darkness. Largest scale.
I bleed imaginations and harness rawness from grizzly Barker tales.
Bent at the wrist. I bet it's hard you not to type with your feminine lisp.
I'll wrap this up but first I'll try my best to end with a diss.
I assume you're through. At the top of this game there's only room for two.
That's me and me ego. So let the BGOL women say "That's great Owl!" and humor you.
I'm on the prowl and that's why this Owl's an endangered species.
You aim to treat me like the bitch you are? Untamed, I unleash these.
Why do I even bother posting back and forth with a pack of nameless he/she's?
Star of the shoot? Yeah, that's you. The camera click bizarrely.
But the shoot you commit to has you on your knees receiving mass Bukkake.
Alarmed? Me? Hardly.
I step calmly.
Throw shurikens, I'll flip kick one back at you and simply palm three.
You tell me to get naked to avoid your "body blast?"
Can I please get a fucking "No homo" or at least a "Sorry Mag?"
My rhymes are formatted with the essence of a word smith.
Nerd, bitch. Be thankful you've only read and haven't heard this...
For should I spit, your mind would enter realms of darkness. Largest scale.
I bleed imaginations and harness rawness from grizzly Barker tales.
Bent at the wrist. I bet it's hard you not to type with your feminine lisp.
I'll wrap this up but first I'll try my best to end with a diss.
I assume you're through. At the top of this game there's only room for two.
That's me and me ego. So let the BGOL women say "That's great Owl!" and humor you.