what up, y'all is calum dot. Oh my God! Column in the motherfucking place. Save yourself no time for saving grace. Disrespecting out. Race your face. I run the race. You're running in place. No one can replace. I got ties, shoot lace local. I'm a new face dream team. Get jacked up like gas prices because my squad, the nicest, strong gripping the mic like I'm about the vices, pineapple dices get left at bikini bottom. The Quantum breaking the vice grip, sticking the ship. They calling me ice pick for getting the ship that I spit priceless, taking the brain out your head. Now you mindless doing the ship that I say like Simon, the idol will say listen, no, they're calling me Simon, They're calling me big dog. Like randy Jackson, talking all of that bull. I'm shooting like john paxton got bars like Rikers shoot like striker. Get hit like a wedding or a hiker, leave you on the side of the road, like bikers in the Lamborghini. I took off you in the fire column. Been nice, but I got nicer Lebron in Miami. It's time for me to black out. Came back with the ice for the Budweiser. Even mickey d's had to bring the max out, talk good, but still got a bad mouth, Look what I rapped out, I snap, make you tap out Callum. Don't let me get my goon, carbon part of my back, you get part. I met Madison at the square guard

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