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Chemist Thinks He's Nasty Cause He's Convinced His Bars Are Quite Pungent...
I Think -(H)e- Is Burnt Out & Now -(He)- Is Gassed Up With Light Substance...
You "Shredded" What? You Must Not Have A Shred Of Sanity...
It Did Effectively Rhyme, Now You're Just A Ghost Who's Dead In Vanity...
You're on ~drugs and pills tonight~ with trash you ~love to still recite~./
When you write I see errors (Ciara's) like ~Russell Wilson's wife~./
I got ~5-4's~ as ~shots soar~ till you ~die or scream~./
I shot ~5 for teens~ to ~hit 4. The 5th stored~ for ~514~./
I'm Not The Reason You're Unknown, It's Just Noone's Heard Of You, Son...
Listen (Misty), I'm Not A -Ninja- To (Staryu), But For -Suriken- Murder With Guns...
I'm Amazed At How Dumb This Punk Could Be...A Prey Animal Thinks It Hunted Me...
You Could Have 100 Rhymes Per Bar But If The Punch Is Weak Then It's Lunch To Me...
Your ~sermons are whack~ I ~burned you in fact~./
Why is Dra yelling Misty when I ~turned him to Ash~/
A ~joke beyond measurements~ this forum I've ~smoked him on effortless~./
This retarded child resorted to ~Pokemon references~./
The Gun Chrome, Bullets In Son's Zone, Airing Out, Leave You With A Spun Dome...
Your Body Will Suffer A Spirit Drought, Then I'll Place Unknown In Unknown Whereabouts...
Turned Me To "Ash"? My Punches Ended You, You're Too Retarded To "Catch'em"...
You Said "Ciara's"....The Fuck You Talkin Bout Dummy Ya Bars Have Been Lacking...
I'm sending hits, my hombres ~see how the arms spray~./
I'll murk this Outkast and put ~3000 on Dra (Andre)~./
You're a ~lame and I'm willing~ to ~aim at you killing~./
Imma rush a (Russia) war like bombing ~Ukrainian children~./
This Is Sacred Grammar, I Make The World Shake & I Hate Your Blabber...
Step Your Game Up, You Keep Back Sliding Like This Is Snakes & Ladders...
You Roll & Die...I'm Playing Different Bro, A Lot Of Your Shit Been Parcheesi...
"The Alchemist" Tried To "Beat" Me & I Blacked Out On The Square Like A Dark Tv...
Guns drawn ~inside these doodles~, shots the ~size of poodles~./
Hit your stomach, leave intestines out like ~pasta noodles~./
This fool is ~extra late, less than great~ with text so ~check the date~./
You're dead with no future, 514 was ~yesterday~./
He should take pills so ~next this guy could OD~./
My keys bored. Y U think you ~next to I that's OP~./
3 Bars Again...I Have The Harder Pen To Kill My Brain Farter Friend...
I Fucked Your Girl & Promised Not To "Sweater Too Long" Like Her Cardigan...
It's Unknown To You That Your Chick Is A Freak, She Likes To "Meddle With Change"...
She Said Your Little Slaps Are Baby Taps, She'd Rather Get Her A Bang To Set Her In Pain...
Drakillah, You Know The Guy To Spit At You & Cause Your Soul To Die...
Your Style Is PO & It Isn't Hard For "I" To Flip Shit & Show U Y...
Sup drak, loved that, you bum crack,
You're hot for for ballers, even though he be 52 you love Shaq,
I'd use some Dracula wordplay but I reckon it's dead,
But something flippin illah could be better I guess,
your mum's like her DVT, you know, spreadin her legs?
Wound up with Remingtons and alphanumerics instead,
If I spray this 514 the lead a end in ya head
~Brain farter friend?~ These ~inane bars are cringe~. You're ~lame, odd and dense~./
I never sweat a (sweater) killah I can deck, I pulled this dame's ~cardigan~ (card again)./
My chick's a freak for ~my debauchery~ not some guy with ~cock inside his teeth~./
My girl has ~stocks and properties~, your man looks ~stocky sloppily~./
Edit- bars were for Drakillah but Bag killed him before I did lol.
Throw your ~pen & your pad into the trash~ never ~finish a rap~./
Have Drak ~sent to rehab~, taking Ls so the ~wins in the Bag~./
I ~laugh when I bully targets~, ~Drak is a pussy talking~/
and ~Bag is just full of garbage~, not enough coffins or ~caskets to put'em all in~./
-_- Alright, I'm Bored, I'd Rather Go Make Money Now...Peace...
I got remote work and investments, the money comes to me.
I'll check out other cyphers then fire shots here later.
All my phone's are cordless,
Ya momma got a face like a lonely walrus,
Same every time; tildes, wack flows n pauses,
We can't fear the unknown if there's nothing unknown before us,
Hold ya horses, you call boners "gorgeous",
Mist achin for a dick like a roll of quarters