Jeph run shit

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To say I have bad luck to the deepest depths of hell, is understatement and also completely underwhelmed, I feel like I sit alone in the world all by myself, love lost shit let's start off with the loss of my baby momma done killed herself, then my next girlfriend did five years for killing someone else, I'm bout to hang it up but I guess I made need some help, my toxic fucking trait is red flags above all else, I'm obsessed with bad bitches that I look at like the best top shelf, liquor damn right I'll lick her, my dick get bigger and thicker the more I obsess wit her, like she the best winner top champ wit a stamp labeled death sinner, bragging like I got the fucking bread winner, then it'll turn out she give good head but is also a fucking head spinner, mind bender motherfucking head splitter, and I thug it out like I'm invincible to the poison that spreads my blood thinner, til they literally rip my heart out of my chest a fucking dead ringer, death bringer, but somehow I'm still standing here saying cheers to loving the drama like the fucking Bronx bomber I GOT SHIT GIVE SHIT EAT SHIT LIKE I'M FULLY EQUIPPED TO RUN THIS LIKE I'M THE FUCKING SHIT, JEPH COAT, BULLETPROOF WOLF IN THE MIST, MYSTERIOUS MAVERICK, CAPTAIN ABOVE AVERAGE THE WAY I SMASH SHIT I am unhinged, and I don't use the term loosely, I'll be posted up outside your crib Holding an uzi, wearing a tea shirt that says fuck you do me, They wonder why I'm so sick and perverse, I've been in to pussy about nine months before the day of my birth, Retarded, na man, i'm not retarded, I'm kind of like a mixture of ricky martin and eric cartman, you come up in my house look what you started, ben sail em is my house get off my block for you end up wit a gun in ya mouth, apartment see seven seven, its the start of ya ending, you think I be on dope yo but oh how I know so, much knowledge on my mind i see why you think you got ya phone cloned fo sho, I be kicking down doughs on the go like hey yo you better go slow foe ya get ya chest caved in foe show, the way I come across you think I do your harm?My 357 will put a hole in your chest and take off your fucking arm, i'm half Polish, half-Irish. I aint a lucky charm. I'm the motherfucking grim.Reappa, I'll take your soul to the deepest depths of hell and be gone, i ain't really a bad dude.But if you catch me in a bad mood, i could go in the motherfucker mode and that'll be the end of you, i don't mean to cop an attitude. I'll just this average dude with a foul mouth. That talks shit and acts lewd crude leaving some so confused they end up on the 6 o clock news, fuck with me with mutual respect and get the best, push me to the edge then you gone get that jeff that make ya wet and I ain't even started on ya fucking girlfriend yet, blood dripping from the chest type gasping for ya last breath like, demon of death type on the mike so devilish sliced and diced, y'all i've already seen what I can do with a dull butter knife