I will slaughter anybody who wanna test

[mdmunk]

You’re gonna get flushed, and I’ll wash my face off while you’re drowning.
Cause I’ll eat your ass up on some Pennywise the Clown shit.
Flashing balloons. Hit you with platoons of fire.
Pit darker between my teeth than Goldwyn/Meyer.
You’re a whack ass rapper, bout to catch mad fractures.
And you become your role for real, like a lap dance actress
when I show the steel, and bitches in the room they squeal, hold you still.
No choice but to chew the blue pill.

Come at me.

[Robin Williams]

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My napalm bombs will land on ya grandpas lawn.

I'm dominating ur mom in shape with my schlong.

I denominate the predominate race the islamic state

I'm cutting this noob deeper than when his mom get penetrate.

You're like everyone straight outta Compton in the NWA, you been a fake.

[Robin Williams]

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you want more bars? well i dont got none. I just got one, that's worth a ton.

I'll clap up ya mans hands with my damn gat.

He'll be looking at his nubs like DAMN IT (at)

[Robin Williams]

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[Tommy Two Gators]

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twin rugers i been a shooter since 99

30 depleate all of your 9 lives

pussy, No Crip but thats word to tookie

38 swell your nose like mookie

gun bar king, let the 9 shine

both you bitch niggas on your knees like please dont shoot me

i agreed with a blade to the throat like whoopie

[mdmunk]

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Fuck it.

What better way to celebrate this generation
than braincell-testin’ – so yo – check the lesson:
no so so Hemingway writing or Preston
Lacy ridin’ a mechanical bull – restin’
on gravity – no no – just lay back and see
the fact that the spirit above banality’s free;
like a king before the shakespearean fool laughing
with Athena and Venus by his side – at the pool flashing
the good stuff you couldn’t find in bookshops;
reality writin’ no bitin’ in yards and rooftops – yo:
just check the style blazin’
Might, tremblin’ before the light’s your knees; your eyes dilatin’
it’s time to start facin’ the facts never let any acts
be fooling you:
You are what the world goes through
this one and only time so never let the flies irritate
like african children, remember your position – and keep awake
keep a stake in it
break a leg, win it
I got it flowing ain’t no way timid
ain’t no way being lead astray
working for the NSA
like Good Will Hunting – I post a Note, then I get away

Ignorant ass rappers.

[mdmunk]

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I mean, one's namin' the hight of Man after the Middle Ages
Another's a Mississippi fan of the Rifle Association
Meanwhile I'm wildstyling an abstract Flylo/Kool Keith compilation
You're so pathetic you make control over the populations
in Malthusian fashion sympathetic
You make me wanna forget earthly shit for the wisdom like an aesthetic
or eat you up like Fat Joe, Punn and Big fucking an anorexic chick
You guessed it I wrecks the shit
You both look like Cartman playing World of Warcraft after having eaten mexican, shit ...

[Lyeka]

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Nigga' said he's eatin' ass so I'm running away, that shit is gay/
Pop Glocks, This Male Bristol gets the pistol, let this 30 Rock like Tina Fey/
Meet this coffin and there's no turning back, just let him die/
ratchet's will have his top dotted like the letter i/
I'm the better guy, no one chooses this loser/
Anyone who knows me says, "That dude is the Bruiser"/
So is it the fist or the luger? Two to the chin or the ruger?
Knuckles leave more dents in his face than Freddy Krueger/
This is a horror flick, I'm movin' on some Teleporter shit/
He's trash, a fuckin' insect like Gregor in the Metamorphosis!/
You weenie, better wish three times for bars when you meet the Genie/
Otherwise this broadsword'll slash you into ribbons like fettuccine/
I'm crafty, hit you from multiple angles, and then the shotty pops/
If you slow though, know it's not Tove Lo when I make that body talk/
Riddled with bullets, emaciated then you know that body drops/
Forensics confirmed, and spitters concur, "That's a homi, Doc./

[mdmunk]

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Yeah yeah, talking guns, you let the glock pop like Tina Fey's that a rhyme?
Fucking bum, braggin while locked up more than Billy Ray Valentine
Cause when the po show, you get up, stand up, but it ain't like Bob Marley
You're sweating hoping they wont find the weapon, but I'm Crazy like Gnarles Barkley
I'mma dead em, just like whack MC's when they steppin'
So if you got the katana, I got the light saber like Yoshimitsu in Tekken
Cause it's all a play game, you're 'bout as intimidating as a ballarina
Crying yourself to sleep, while I play the violin like Gregor Samsas sister
I'm the winner all day, all night, allways I'm tight
Like sautés on the side of close to raw steaks, I'll eat your ass like cornflakes
Sopping in milk like fucking cornpaste, cause all your gay music is soft
You eat Brüno (means brown) ass like Eminem at MTV Music Awards
I'm abusing your bars, my show bang (Chopin) like the Funeral March
putting suckers in caskets like vampires closing their eyes
going to bed ...
waking up in Wonderland, but you wont leave when it's "off with your head!"

[mdmunk]

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dope shit btw

[coathanger]

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12-16 bars anyone, today?

[Lyeka]

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I'm comin' to correct MC's who fake it as some poem takers/
He's a empty headed zombie so I'll body 'cause it's no-brainer/
I get vag frequent, I'm in those gums and lips like a coke slanger/
The only moment he's inside is abortion time as a coat hanger/
You won't do "squat", my arms already warmed up before you move a muscle/
And you won't fight either, his avi the only time I seen this pussy tussle/
You a coat hanger. So I pull the "blazer", your girl jack-it off, then I'm bangin' slut/
You call while I'm pushin' heat inside? "It's just coathanger, hang it up!"/
You out of time, the moment you showed up my fists been clockin' ya/
Only reason Munk don't get more is 'cause I give 'em that benevolent win/wind like Jin Kazama/
I'm a murderous McGyver, I'm finding different objects to make 90 different rockets/
I'll bend your end into an outlet and electrocute you with the tiny little socket/
Munk tho, he's openly gay and still raps: That's mighty to accomplish/
'Cause as a coathanger you're ashamed in the dark, you're hiding in the closet./

Props munk on that 16 tho

[mdmunk]

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You and coathanger are gayer than Zoolander posing as a poledancer
my flows mastered like ready to go tracks, no broke sampler shit
I'm the devils advocate like legal teams behind Goldman Sachs and them
got the fastest pen since Gutenberg invented the press
shutting down bars like Elliot Ness, with bitches on my ass all day like Kelly and Peg
you're getting wrecked by the keg and I'm styling on ya just like a tattoo artist
in a second, trampstamp saying "remember the lube before you enter the food product"
I'm playing with your ass like fraternity sign ups, yo
infiltrating hip hop culture
like U.S. government psyops in Cuba, napalming your rice crops
namedropping Polyphemus the cyclops, throwing up like buligamists
you ain't heard nothing as sick as this
try to reach my shine, your wings burn up like Icarus
with the flick of a wrist, the match is lit, so you see the son burn up
like the tabloid run by Murdoch (the Sun)
I'm vicious kid
have yous (jews) blind in the desert like Leviticus
with fake jewels lying in your dresser like your lipstick is
walking the streets with 2 Chainz and a whack beat
while I'm on a pussy in the back alley like cat feet
I move slick
quick to pop off like Asti
when the party's on
and never go hungry to bed like Ramadan

[AmityvilLee]

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Ya mams a slag
and so's your dad
Don't forget your brother, he's a fag

#bars

[Memphis]

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I coulda sworn I seen a motherfucker in my cell, going through my personal effects
He fingers, his fingers in my cigarettes
Came out like nothing was happening whistling his tune
So I mushed his ass, like, "Move, motherfucker, make room!"
"Hey, ain't that my cigarette hanging off the tip of your lip?"
I didn't even give him a chance for any confession
Just......... leveled his ass with all that aggression
Lefts, rights, to the dolex, foots to the chest, uppercuts to the grill
I'm like "Kill!", He's like "Chilllllllllllllllllllllllll!"
Take that for even being in this place
Take that for that fucking CO baton across my face
Feel that for that lawyer who don't give two fucks about me
And feel this, feel this for me being enslaved by poverty, motherfucker
Gimme them damn cigarettes
Oh, these are Marlboros, I don't smoke these