Fuck Wit' Epiphany Day

[Solace]

Word to mutha, james.

Yeah, Mista R, where the fuck ya at?
Can't crap on dick, so I know ya got some fat,
Your dick ain't long, you like to fuck fat hogs,
Animals you threw up with, monkeys you grew up with
Don't even play with your ass,
That's why it's time for this rapper, to check your ass, bitch
Used to be my homie, use to be his son,
Now I wanna slap the taste out yo tongue,
James bow down to the row,
Fuckin me, now I'm fuckin you, little hoe,
Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide
Just another parade of gay pride,
Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on,
Stompin on the creative streets that you can walk on
So strap on your TR hat, your locs
And watch your back cause you might get smoked, you joke,
And pass the bud, and stay low-key
You ain't got no homie love,
Now call it what you want to
You fucked wit me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you

[Requiem]

ha ha

LMAO, dis shit

[Solace]

:laughing:

ha ha

Cause when you diss Epip, you diss yaself muthafucka