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Big momma in a bird nest,
More clowns inflatable donkeys this a circus
Circling and trapping em in how about I turn the table
There aint no time to waste, need a fire fighter cause I'm burning em
Rap faster than Eminem when hes high im throwing dirt on em
Extreme blade you a simp get out before I burn you, no second attempt
First one and youre out like you got Corona,
Coughing and infecting em
Im transforming into god
You more annoying than annoying orange
Filling my backpack with your brain cells,
You ain't got no rhyme you ain't got no style, meanwhile you be sitting here in Juvenile, It's Versatile. I hope it's worthwhile. Maybe you should think before you Attack, it's so whack, what you've done, bruh I've outdone and just begun. This rap game was fun, but you already know who won.
You don't even Rhyme, so this will be easy. Feeling that rap, so this will be breezy.
Part of a rap is about your style, all your raps are dirty, and Vile.
It's all about your flow, not just going slow.
You say you rap faster than Eminem the rap master,
but in reality all your raps long laster.
Started out twice as nice than your freestyle sites the night
Whatever turns dark to you rather than fly a kite
Open wide your eyes are to high to bite.
Whatever you do don't go ride a bike.
I'm not going to talk about how your the kind I like
because im polite. Your mind is bright its just can't find a light
Okay so my rhymes is tight. Try to dis and get so far behind the mic.
I could drop two verses and have relief you deserve this disaster breach you just had to speak. My freestyle is plastered deep. Which of you are worst at coming after me. My freestyle skills are worth it. Only because yours are not cool, perfect or last for weeks. What is this a mad rapper factory. Dont blame me on your lack of trajectory. Aim high and start low. It's the same guy that March don't let hand out chart poems. Teach this poetry teacher a lesson in circumstances. Your rhymes don't stand a chance as your purpose vanishes. I could write a verse that had no ending and still hurt your chances at being friendly. Don't think just react. You wont sing you'll clap.
I'm the best your the worst this isn't a contest its more of the start of how your freestyle have gone wrong. Say anything get dissed your rhythmic s are more grown up then big kids. Meaning its easy to read what you say. Believe me your rhymes are more of a disease its a plague. That's how bad and worst your getting.ha
I don't have to rely
That wasn't a laugh. It was a reply
Kiss my glass squint your eyes
I don't miss my chance to diss you twice
Say something but your devistated
Keep listening to your teacher
Because their designated
Your more of a greeter
That never made it
No one would say anything to you
There nothing to relate with.
I under stand your eager and
Hesitation. Go ahead critque
Your own several pages.
You better stay with meditation
Calm and for your own subside
I can hear you mom go home and hide
You don't even know what the letter A meant
Oh no not another statement
Alright, extreme blade, seems like your blade is pretty dull
How about I slap a bit of reality into your skull?
Youre a defective detective, a bullet thats been deflected
Youve been bested by a single line youre unprotected
Youre a single and busted laser trying to protect a vault
I walk right through undetected
Useless and garbage, youre pathetic
Talk about rhymes ill best you in seconds
Through the madness, mall drugstore, cowboy, The matador
Kill the boys here just for sport with a bat and ball
Can’t die, be a anti-hero, the tragic flaw
That I stand by, is these drugs you are addict for?
Semi-automatic 4’s ‘fore I ever had a cause
Wars, you a addict, force my erratic course off in my catalog
I would scatter scrawl raps on the pages, trapped by the padded walls
Cracks in the basement, dawg I been that involved
Pull me out the rubble and the ashes when the attic falls
Before I learned how to walk, first I had to crawl
Forced down to crawl and I was bleedin’ like a battered dog
Back against the wall, my gaze is full o’ rage
My ways are unpredictable like when a bullet strays
Divide my math, you can’t by zero
Can’t buy time, your rest with the anti-hero
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The penalty is death, especially when I'm mentally stressed
My enemies hang with me 'til I eventually flip
I never reject an offer to battle, slap a coffin on the saddle
And rattle like a wooden horse to El Barrío
This KING talk but he babble cause he ain't sayin nuttin
If I ain't blazin somethin with the MAC, I'm in the shack, bakin' muffins
Fake the funk and get your rump roast
One dose of the toast'll make you jump if you come close
PuN spoke, ain't no more debatin'; my Squad been waitin'
For the perfect time to give you what real been waitin'
Organization of veterans built
With genuine skills to pay the heat, gas, and the rest of the bills
Cowboy is the meal just left in the hills
My TEC and my steel turn your whole crew into vege-ta-bills
We blessed with the will to never surrender
Cause my every agenda's in and out, unseen like my moviment is ninja
It's my word, get the flow
If hustlin' was such a habit,
Then I guess I’m an addict,
Started from the bottom of that boombox!
And now we 808’in makin’ speakers pop,
Everywhere that I go boy you better know!
Keepin it 100, when we come thru,
Holding you down ain't ma the purpose,
Ayo I keep ‘em all in focus,
No you can’t mess with none of us,
Us are those who actually write disses
half of y'all just clout chasin'
poppin once a while, hidin from your own losses
Slow it down baby slow it down
Feel the heat with the trembling ground
put your hands up in the air,
U heard me now
Another dawg can't curse me now
Gimme sum room people
I need to get down to the floor
So I can just stand and u can get low
u can get low, coz i'm gonna get high
Pun man u aint mentally stressed.
u just mentally ill
maybe u dont reject an offer to battle but how many of them u think u kill
imma lay u out and burn you down with real style
well u know i aint really rhyming at u little punk
coz i dont battle rappers that dont rap
u writin stuff u didnt write
i cant even stand your sight
copy pasters shouldnt even be here
i can even slaughter you with opener for beer
u didnt even change the name pun
stealing from big pun's my world lyrics