You are like 288
Yeah, 2 gross
These rappers are what I ate like two 4s
When I lose hope I count on my fingers
Sum up some of something
Like I'm afraid of positive numbers, I'll stop at nothing
Bout to be a scary drop when you drop dead
'Cause what goes up, must come down
Unless its your old age
I make sense with nonsense
I ain't got no sense
Got more sense than Sixthsense
Call me 50 cent with fifty sensais
Wolfs gaze at the moonlight cause its like a dollar four quarters
11.99 inch dick
If it was any longer, It'll be a foot there
Look here
Made beer in a square glass by pouring root beer
The youth there
Take your time to think about what you hear
Math isn't the only thing I got that's hard for you, dear
Oh yeah!