ayt first of all if u catz really think i cant rhyme
than u muthafucka honestly lost yo mind
this aint da verse jus da intro
but seriously ya'll gotta b totally mental
when i drop sumtin give honest feedback not dickridaz on life support ok
oh let me put caps at da end of da words i have rhymin so u morons can actually see i can rhyme perfectly dumbasses ty

i c these cats is SLEEPIN,dats y i b CREEPIN,lay low n only drop writins on da WEEKEND,plz wut these text artist THINKIN,only flow they got is piss when they LEAKIN,u textcees jus HATIN,cuz im WRITINnrhymes like a rap TITAN//
niggaz cryin cuz i say nigga when i WRITE,say i cant rhyme when i RECITE,niggaz jus mad cuz my rhymes b TIGHT,instagatin beef on da net tryin 2 get in virtual FIGHT,cryin like babies cuz drop it LIKE,fire when i scorch da MIC,got shortie shakin they asses LIKE,sean pauls give me da LIGHT,walk by fish n think of manipulation n say hey shortie how u doin 2NITE//
then i got EYEDENTDY,who mistaken me 4 sum1 elses IDENTITY,let my compition study my 16 cuz i show'em PITY,put they time is cuz i run dis CITY(RB),niggaz comin wit ass cuz they rhymes is SHITTY,shootin out blanks cuz they nuts is EMPTY,n im SIMPLY 1 dat dont give a fuck TEMPT ME//
u act TOUGH,n ROUGH on da net but its ur only actin,n its obvious chips
n a sandwich is da only things u PACKIN,hatin me cuz i got wut they LACKIN,
SLACKIN hard when it comes 2 RAPPIN,bitch slapped? baby bottoms da only thing u SLAPPIN,calm da fuck down b4 ur peeps as wtf jus HAPPENED,niggaz
instagatin dis CAN,opener 2 get da CAN of whoopass CRACKIN,YAPPIN like faggots n whinnin like bitches so ya must like havin ur ass PACKED IN//
b CAUTIOUS,cuz my rhymes r sick makin u NAUTIOUS,so explizit ur parents refuse 2 WATCH THIS,im comin takin ya records n plaques n all ya shiny WATCHES,HOMOPHOBICS,turn into HETEROPHOBICS while ridin each others CROTCHES,punches so hard niggaz swear i wrote ROCKETS,i plug rhythm n flow into these lyrical SOCKETS,got yo fav MC'S,FEMCEE'S wantin 2 ROCK THIS,i keep comin wit truth n bearin facts while u continue2b MONOTANOUS//
these NIGGAZ,aint pullin TRIGGAZ,n countin FIGURES,n so wut if im jus anotha 1 of da WIGGAZ,at least act myself n all i c is a bunch of wanna b JIGGAZ,comin wit WEAPON'S,but my smith n WESSON'S BIGGA,BITCH NIGGAZ,NIGGAZ dat BITCH,SWITCH stories once this things off my HIP,wit desert eagles fully EUIPPED,wit infra-red beams n SHIT,wit HOLLOW TIPS,fillin my CLIPS,NIGGAZ get PISSED,when they peep da canaries on my WRIST//
so i cant RHYME,yet poetry seem 2 flow constant through these LINES,hatin cuz u neva seen a style like MINE,da TIME has come 4 me 2 SHINE,commitin a lyrical CRIME,MIND stuck in da race of TIME,da 1 puttin life in ya RHYMES//
i BLESS,my gun when eva it COUGH,n blow ya face OFF god BLESS,niggaz when i send them 2 REST,dis lyrical warfare n im da REFF,n each writin's a TEST,n give u niggaz an a for EFFORT,claimin thug but couldnt clear a pop CONCERT but non the LESS,u rappers buggin me like foreign PEST//
ur rhymes lackin like bread w/o da BUTTER,im grimmy n straight out da GUTTER,dis pistol loves poppin so i guess u can say it STUTTERS,smoke muffles all those words u MUTTER,dreams of drivin a HUMMER,u'll see im hot like da weather in da SUMMER,ya'll my prey n im ya HUNTER,dont hate cuz im raps next STUNNER,u didnt make dawg jeez dats a BUMMER,i got more loafs(stacks) of bread than WONDER,wit punchlines dat strick like THUNDER//
metophors dat cause rapper meno-PAUSE,put da track on PAUSE,when dis mic smacks ur JAWS,my words cut paper like hack SAWS,givin mic's a gift like i was santa CLAUS,im hot like tabasco SAUCE,leave ur death w/o a CAUSE//
im goin INSANE,these smileys 2 my right r laughin at me wuts wrong wit my BRAIN,is my mind playin tricks on me is dis GAME,n these voices i try 2 make'em out but they sound all da SAME,i guess i got my pops 2 BLAME,nigga so pussy he attacks handicap DAMES,dis rap was writin 2 prove i RHYME,FINE
when i rap 2 u LAMES,if i say nigga dont get mad its meanin friend in SLANG,pissed off bullets hit yo mug wit dead AIM,leavin holes i ya BRAIN like SPONGES,wit bass on my tracks dat bring doors off they HINDGES//
attackin da mic wit disorderly FITS,when it helled tight in my FIST,been here 2 weeks n already got a hit LIST,clowns cryin n throwin MISFITS,got PUNCHES,dat leave SCRATCHES on yo LIPS,yo rhymes r ill but not cuz they sick but cuz they growin CIST,i continue 2 rain on tracks cuz my words r MIST,all these fake thug speakin out they ass cuz all i hear is SHIT,all dis dick ridin n hatin is makin me PISSEDbut ima continue droppin these HITS//
fuck it if ya'll aint feelin ME,im a wigga so wut i say it WILLINGLY,n im continue 2 ACT,they way i do in life n when i RAP until my life lines go from
WIGGLY 2 STRAIGHT,until than i got 1 eye open til my dyin WAKE,cuz lotta rappers STRAY,like they thugs but really FAKES,i can see through da lines but all i see is SNAKES,get real u niggaz aint cookin coke ur bakin CAKES

sry yea i kno may sound a bit off but at least u fuckin morons who on here sayin i dont rhyme when i post my flows can see i rhyme perfectly fine peace out B.A.M. 4 life holla back rb honest feed back

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