Punchline Freestyle
 

Son I don't like you that's why I'm quick to make remarks.
Ya name ring no bells, Cause when i saw.
I could tell you wasn't from these parts.
Taling this talking that, Talking about sprakin gats.
Nigga please, In ya head, That was never thought of like Barkley Hats.
Cause only Jordan shit is official and something you can't afford.
You wanna say you can, but ya brain doesn't send that to ya vocal cords.
You WNBA,(Womens Newest Bitch Rapper) and I'm part of the NBA.(National Baller Association)
Gookfy lookin bitch, Tall and black like that knick Mi.Kim.Be.
Don't act like you don't understand me.
I knew you was bitch,When stepped to you and you wet ya panties.(girls wet pussy like a man pissin in underwear)
My flow done manifested and uplifted.
Rhymes got ya brain tyed in nots so now you got the game twisted.
Why talk shit when I got these 2 guns.
I'ma leave you wit dat note, and I'm out like :gfy: (321)

punchline freestyle
more like
punk rhyme nee style

I sprayed your roof even with a decayed tooth you couldn't spit ill, no place for your whackness your face is factless like blank paper, I'll yank the vapor from your voice