Cap Gun Poppa

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Roll up in a minivan, yeah, he’s the soccer dad type, Talking tough in forums, but scared of a street fight. Cap Gun Poppa, with his water pistol loaded, Thinks he’s in a movie, till his bubble gets exploded. Claims he runs the block, but can’t run a mile, Tripping over his own feet, still faking that style.His crew’s just him and his shadow after dark, Only “shots” he fires are Nerf darts in the park. He’s the lamest gangster, you can’t make this stuff up, Cap Gun Poppa, with his juice box and sippy cup. Talks a big game, but he’s just playing pretend, In the hood of make-believe, he’s barely a legend.

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