>>512868824
I strut through Brampton like a god among swine,
full of Taco bell; my shit's a gift like fine wine.
All the Jeets around me barely come to my nips
And their bitches are so ugly wouldnt eat 'em with chips.
Hubris for days but they dumb as a stump,
smell so acrid I'd rather take a whiff of a rump,
and this one dares come at me like he's got something to say.
You're a product of incest and put poop on layaway.