16? Let's do this!
Fuck battling me, you need to battle your depression Barc,
My gat won't help you feel better but it can still open your heart
Now I'll catch him leavin his house and see this herb dyke's nervous,
Slam him to the pavement and take out Bar, that's curb side service
And he's got a team of cowards, they're changing color when I hit the room,
I'll put hands on those squares, watch em get twisted like rubix cubes
Plus you raised the bar count and wrote 6 extra lines of filler trash
It's ironic ever since you bust out the pen, you always smuggle in ass
People get tired of these lazy battlers, you never really say shit
You wouldn't break the mold if you cleaned your mom's basement
I'm going straight to T Dot like DeRozan just to shut him up
You can get mug'd in Toronto, something like a Raptor's cup
Come to Cleveland and best believe you'll leave in a hearse
Empty the chamber like the court has dispersed,
You can see Bar missing like this last part of my verse
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Buck Buck
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