Please, Chree, this is child’s play but you seldom swing.
The only time we’ve seen gold from Chree is in Elden Ring.
We’ve seen son catch a loss, now this scared little kid oughta just stagger off,
Jeez, look, Chree’s shook and still his nuts haven’t dropped.
This guy lives life like living life is a big hassle,
Chree carrying the weight of the world like Yggdrasil.
This battle’s supposed to be name play, you’ve gone wrong,
I’mma cut Chree down, he should never have logged on.
You told Bag he misspelled a word, and there’s no shame,
But bitch you can’t even spell your own name.
It’s ‘tree’.
Fucking idiot.
Ay, you know how here in England were known for respectful gestures, right? good, now I’ll keep rapping,
It’s simple how this Brit’ll bough down if Chree’s snapping.
I’d kill him for a dollar… check the text’s elements for the threat’s relevance.
‘I cannot tell a lie’… I’d leave Chree hacked with an axe over dead presidents.
I’d keep his corpse in the back of my car til it hella stunk,
Got a rope and a chainsaw on board, and I’m getting drunk,
I’ll tell police I’m an arborist, coz the feds are punks,
And if you wanna know if Chree’s ok you gotta check the trunk.