Yall still doing this?

I'm asking who can spit on this fukking forum while I hawk up with no Mucinex
Guzzling birch beer, turning necks to slinkies cause there ain't no lifted skirts here
Mike in his first year
Pick whoever you want
I fill the scene looking plain yet I get the job done, Emily Blunt
Yellow bytches of my region mutter,
"Whenever he stunts, my cousins and I competing to bear him elevendy sons"
When I'm flustered PSE&G reading energy jumps
Avoiding nikkas who be rolling like they can never be jumped
I don't want a bag to tell these nikkas I got it
I want a whole bunker to harness islands that's private
Shortnin bread from those who daddies banned mine from fountains
My face scans half-buckra, half-pickaninny
Culture says for me to blow fast, instead I whip a Mini
Trolling my Parkway in Eastern wagons from 9-8
Snipped the seedling faucet to separate me from primates
Lonely birth and death, augmented by Jersey mindstates
My face is Internet nameless, my dikk is cathouse famous
Passing pics room to room, the source is on her Danny Ainge shyt