Jacob Junior

I had your f***ing six appointments, two and a half years in that day as I rap. I can't cross my legs, because my hips are blown out. You're not going to fight me, you see your f*** up, you stupid stupid. Joel, Joel, stop. Stop it, Joel. You're f***ing stupid. Stop it, Joel. I train all this s*** you're doing, but I feel the movement. Yo. Get back. After f**ing