I got glasses and braces
But ill rip ur face of like laces
Im 5 7 n growind steady
Cum 4 beef got my belt in hand stand tall im ready
Ding ding that the sound of the bell
The pain I’ll cause u is worse then hell
Pita pata that the rain drops
Come to my shop , n u’ll hear gun shots!!!
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Is this a poem and and a question? (for this blog)