Okay, fuck it, I'mma write some unflippable shit
like, you might try and flip it but kid
it's unflippable, listen
this shit is quick to cause ripple effects
when I write I'm outright splitting your set
as you' watching pornflicks
with more dicks than South Park television execs
et cetera
understand, I'm your emperor
not the type to take self improvement seminars
language skills like anvilquills
the brains of saints and militant rythm
resemblent of a politician spillin' out the wisdom for the Mass Appeal
check it
you lick clit when they pass the bill
and keep it lit when them suckers' getting your family killed
on some bitch shit, n'even knowing half my steeze
cause you're supporting the claims on your name
with nuttin' but logical fallacies
and it's the same old same
I'll take your brain and pocket it like an 8ball game
rock your shit
smoke your shit
and pick your crumbled corpse up like sportsmanship
it's fucked up but
I ain't stopping like loving to fuck a bitch
the whack shit you 'bout to spit, though: womens category
it's mandatory, but those sad stories comes with the territory
can't no rapper in sight see me
they all blabber
but I'm more phatter, crunching they ass like Rice Krispies
u suk so bad people like u who cant even rhyme a single word its so terrible and besides that u got no wordplay nothing ur so shit bro suck my fucking dick I'll cut your asshole with my dick and shove my dirty socks in your mouth and make gay porn of it.
I forgot where I was at, so let me bring these bars back.
I'll slam u on a sidewalk crack just to break ur moms back
Laugh at your ass while u cryin that ur grannys arm go slack.
I got all types of guns, arms cargo, even ur moms cargo pants
I got a hardon like when I look at ur moms cardio pants
I'm terrorizing u more than Islam army plan.
No beef jerky but his mom got hard meat in her hands
mean enough to slice a water slide
mean enough to kick a kid in waterside.
Miami asking for more please, I wonder why?
you wonder why thunder thighs cmon man my guns the size of londons pride i run the pride im the head lion when the lead flyin you bums'll lie funeral time ya buds'll cry they numb inside but me im bout to let my love stick slide in ya mum ya shy faggot get mummified when i let the cum here fly in your fuckin eye.
I'm not gonna write a novel on how you're wrong, cause I figure you're probably in too deep to understand it, or else you have a legitemate point and I'm just bitching cause I think my shit's hotter. I hate those generic ass battle bars though. Shit is a mindless industry. But I'mma let the bars talk for themselves.
Check it.
Yo if I'm smoking with the kin, how come you said I was Donald Trump?
The answer, my friend, is Blowing in the Wind, like the feather in Forrest Gump
So you better dip fast, before I rip your ass into pieces
With the master thesis, called Battle Rap as the Olympics for Paraplegics
In Rhyme Form; your mind's torn between battles and Netflix
Surfing the net, secretely posting ads for dating on Craigslist
Fucking troll, acting harder than Seymore Butts
But your schemin's up, cause you still lack Proof like Detroit
What?!
You ain't hip hop, yo
You wouldn't know flow if it bit you
And all that bitten ass "wordplay" style the herd say wild
I'll shave and put it on that old box with you
On the plane I'll be blowing a kiss to
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