fart n pee in my jar of dreams (cardi b diss) ???? kristen jankowski - Video

cardi b steals my lyrics so I made this

lyrics: The predicament is fitting this dick in your mimicking ass without getting syphilis and morning sickness because I'm pissed and wanna dislodge your facade. All your probs are in your boss' wallet that throbs next to his dick for you broads getting half naked and dancing on stage n shit for a vacation, promises laid thin for you easy bake satanists to get Benjamin franklin paper and dip.

Cardi b is a retarded fee of a marketed fiend, so you can get music for cheap, while you tarnish the beat with a barnyard freak, they took a stripper up off her knees and gave her my depth and dance steps, now she's bigger than Alicia keys, I already left the scene to deafen and bleed red on your dreams cuz mine were soaked with coke and choked with smoke that's the only reason I provoked your mope session in heaven, I didn't want to step in and behead bitches so I reflected my immense introspection of style and revving my engine to excite the nights, but they extinguished my rights on the mic and hexed demons in the good fight to get what they like

My raps were meant to be expensive and relentless, now it's over the fences with digression, didnt lend my penmanship, so disperse nerds, before you get herded by another flirty dumbass with a bum musstash like eazy Mac and golden, must be a Trojan they're holding to be this potent for explorin things that don't belong to them, on the web and on their dick head, straight gettin moldy all these phonies, like bro please make your own shit for now on, nice goatee or whatever but I still see your floatiez in my drink, grow weed like a normal hippie, I can't help it all you rap stars are shitty and steal from a girl who's witty because you want to be pretty in front of your pity committee of teen hillbillies and silly Willie's. Its a thrill to see people tuned in to my goonship but it's ruined from these rappers who are too bent on making me clueless on their shroom trip with their stupid two Cents. Glue in your weave cardi we're going to the looney bin so you can explain why you got loose screws and fruit lids, banana on your hat is a shoe in for these perverted squirters that birth curdles on your smooth skin, your legs dread the day I move in because they're easily seperable, and mine are cute and small, so let it go, you have no hope, you're not better than me, you're just wetter than me, sluttier, comfier, and your Gludius maximus doesn't fit in the bracket of what I choose to pay for actors, you're lucky I don't smack a bitch for this wack shit, it's blasphemous you know, tactless, your fashion tips were hacks and tricks to look a little less fat and hip, I guess that's added to the mix of waxing your lip ????

By the time you think of another rhyme, or try, your reputation will be on the line for hesitating for a moment while your fans waiting for your showing, migrating so slowly into a migraine of bologna, your type of shade is getting horny and having all your gay fans donate to your sad face of mourning, I don't do it for clout, I do it so the doubt of your loud mouth gets noticed, focus in on your voice bitch, it sounds like a locust prone to hiss at lonely bitches because boners only lift for your silicone tits

Big deals for bitch squeals and they're all rigged to peel the lies right from your niggerish ideals, that's what I think and feel for you rich eels slithering your way into the hicks appeals for your grip on the wheel, your wig isn't real