Check it out I'm in the house like carpet And if there's too many heads in my blunt I won't spark it I'll put it in my pocket and save it like rocket fuel 'Til everybody's gone and it's cool Then I spark it up with my brother His momma named him Mo, but I call him Mo' Lover And he's more than a cover, he's a quilt We're putting shit together like that house that John built On the hill, 'cause this shit's gonna feel like velvet, turtle My style fits tighter than a girdle If ya hate it then you can just leavе it, like Beaver But in a day or two I'll makе you a true believer in me 'Cause like the alphabet you'll see That 'ism kicks a rhyme, not your everyday soliloquy Like Chef Boyardee, my rhyme is truly cookin' Peace to Matty Rich 'cause he's straight out of Brooklyn, New York I don't eat pork or swine when I dine I drink a cup of Kool-Aid, not a big glass of wine Or a Henn', Heine', if you have time I'll drop rhyme again
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Yellow skull is hungry 💀 🟣🟢🔵🟡🔴
Oh wow that's cool
boop
Can you explain your strategy on hwo you're chaining the balls?
Mirror effect. When you want destroy colour just need use thinks mirror for fast destroying balls.
What's PC Spec bro?
You soon will beat Hirts, and Joshko, maybe, now so you have sub 40
He's hurts not hirts!
@@imlegendaryzeraora oh, sorry
Check it out
I'm in the house like carpet
And if there's too many heads in my blunt I won't spark it
I'll put it in my pocket and save it like rocket fuel
'Til everybody's gone and it's cool
Then I spark it up with my brother
His momma named him Mo, but I call him Mo' Lover
And he's more than a cover, he's a quilt
We're putting shit together like that house that John built
On the hill, 'cause this shit's gonna feel like velvet, turtle
My style fits tighter than a girdle
If ya hate it then you can just leavе it, like Beaver
But in a day or two I'll makе you a true believer in me
'Cause like the alphabet you'll see
That 'ism kicks a rhyme, not your everyday soliloquy
Like Chef Boyardee, my rhyme is truly cookin'
Peace to Matty Rich 'cause he's straight out of Brooklyn, New York
I don't eat pork or swine when I dine
I drink a cup of Kool-Aid, not a big glass of wine
Or a Henn', Heine', if you have time I'll drop rhyme again
When sun god speedrun?
Idk