I'll open a whole clip. You ain't smashing ur own chick
You ain't EVER Honor Riffic. so that Guns extra polite how it won't Miss
Eh
I question ya livin'.. Don't think for a second you winnin'
If YOU talking bout 38 Snubs, it's just your current Record with Women
Lol
The Silencers oldschool Irish. Ain't no singing or blammin'
I'll come thru witha Potato and a Slug. that's without bringing the Famine
Sick
We meltdown slugs & reuse straight from the gravel
Them boys got a Frequent Flyer Program. Trust I won't pay if they Travel
Cool
My gun sooo big I can't even carry it round in the streets!!
We call that piece the Microwave. It'll Spin you around with the Heat
Haha
Orc's in the back with the Killer. Ya style is wack & I'm iller
Boy you ain't Great. you Grout, only Covering up Cracks with the Filler
Sick
U needa Iron Fist blammin' the Wesson. Cuz Ima bring the Tek in
ya whooole Family can get they Head ina Box. that's the Kazama's in Tekken
Cool
Lemme rearrange flows; I'm in ur babe home getting strange dome
Don't Sweater if it Looks Bad. & someone tell SuckaFree to change clothes
Cool
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riffic
Orc's been battling for eons, he's got those dated punches that make you hurl
But my writing's the future, so-ma bars feelin' like a Brave New World
Eh
Now watch this kid get a loss from me, bet everything's bitten, so honestly
It'd be more fittin' if every written came with a bibliography
Lol
It's like Whose Line when dude rhymes, hell it's almost prophecy
'Cause he's been tryin' Stiles that aren't his, that's what I'mcallin' mockery
Eh
Orc's broad'll flock to me, she texted "Netflix and chill?"
But he's more like Exxon than she lets on, she expected to drill
I think you meant shes more exxon then he lets on
And when the weapon's concealed, it's like a couple simulatin' sex
'Cause if I can't put hands on this bitch then webang-in' techs
Okay
This classic'll turn to Blackfish if Orc'a get violent
Till-I-comeback at 'em and now he's matchin' flows with Poseidon
Eh
Catch Orc ridin' to prom, four's on me and I'll pull it soon
It'll stick this Orc-kid in his chest so his corsage is a bullet wound
Okay
And they said you're Irish... so when I'm goin' to grab steel
I'll put a potato on the muzzle for an appropriate last meal
Solid
V orc