Don’t comment if you can’t battle
You’re all small fries, you’re just a hastle
Bel pulls on your hair, his favorite tassel
Two dudes embraced, the south calls it wrastle
Hide in your moms basement, youre safety castle
Try running away, bel uses his lasso
You’re his favorite type, a gaming fatso

This post was edited by xvmurdacb on Jun 2 2019 07:53am

That last line had me laughing on the train.

holy fuck, the child rapist got me man.

That tourney was sad af

Bels rules were too strict for some

This post was edited by zorbaz on Jun 2 2019 12:19pm

u callin me out brah