WEEK 12 CYPHER
 

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BARS BARS BARS BARS BARS
BARS BARS CARS STAR BARS

gotta gat bigger than my arm, u cant take all dat
that Goldschmidt & Wesson spittin bullets thru ur chest the size of baseball bats

Ur likely shot When I bust back
Heat'll penetrate like icyhot on my nutsack










#Young Thug

I'll have shells burnin this chump;
& I'll smoke this prick like young thug referring to blunts.

^

nigga lost his cool, lately MUFF even your writtens seem scar'd for life,
Ironic w/ all the simile's in your verses & voters still can't find a bar they LIKE.

I don't respect gun bars from cats who never palmed the heaters
So i keep suttin loaded in magazines to separate the don from divas

Gun bars? Im psychotic, fry up ya siblings n send u a chunk...
Ur struggle's apparent..now guess which one I got tied in the trunk.

ur fuckin wordplays trash faggot, is this asshole foreal?
that shit aint a Hardline & it's why u always get killed on the Battlefield

U good at staying lame, soo weak, pathetic. I'm ur doom...
If u start raising Cain, imma beat u to death like Werdum.

if we battled i'd kill u faggot, this lames average
i'd consider that shit a Biden i'd stomp ur head till u die from brain damage

Wow that's a pretty forced rhyme, u should learn the craft
It must be hard having a dyslexic life, in the beginning u burned n crash...

You got no hands, honestly quit the testin, dude...
Cuz one punch'll cause Artichoke... & leave him a permanent vegetable.

Jackn my style? Niggey better be sending some dollas
Dre girl look like Iggy, not azalea but iguodala

.. test a bull & u'll be next to lose dumb fuck
smack ya kids. lay the Beatdown Andre Young ones

Ur the biggest bitch here, ill toss u asshole
Stfu cry baby, u said text is dead right after u lost a battle
Gotta AK-47 locked on u, shit'll rip u up
Hollows from the Camus hurt cuz ur heart tapped out quick as fuck

fuck ur geeky critique. u shouldn't be eager to speak...
especially when u can't FIND GOOD BARS either. unless the wordplay is REAL EASY TO SEE

LMAO. i don't see much hope for out art form if u think that shit is hard
say txt is dead & then creep around garbage dumps w/ a blood splattered shirt & lawyers' business cards

Ur steez is a copy of others, no way this scrubs stopping me
Cuz we all can tell u love to steal styles & u beating me was a robbery

I don't need guns, everything u wrote is tragic
So when i say i grip the AK. Its to choke this faggot

I'm sitting nice, u don't wanna see me stand
The number one sign that txt is dead is u being champ