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ACTIVATE SELF · 01-20-2018, 02:57 PM

Bruh just stop it you ain't poppin and I bet you never will be
You gunnin for a thrill G? Well bitch you betta kill me!
Fa rillz B I'm guilty of writing violent text, got Lex Lugar flow
I'm exciting wit the flex! You got 90 seconds left ...
To Loki retreat like a Viking on a quest
Or I'm lighting up your chest wit Hela ammo from an exploding tech!
Yes I know that was a stretch ... okay I'll focus and reset
Now I'm going over heads like a Boeing private jet
I should prolly slow it down instead I'm going to eject
As I parachute below and watch you blow up in the wreck
Cos I totally reject both diplomacy and threats
From you anecdotal jokes who write poetry that's less
Intellectually progressive than potatoes having sex
I'm like Plato playing chess cos I'm several steps ahead
Got them dracos for the FEDS ... turn Django kickin ass
Wit those cannons in my hands, I can kill a man so fast
He can't even stand a chance; Yo I wrote this with respect
For the culture, not a check! Bro I do it for the love
So there's nothing to regret! Take a moment and reflect
Fuck them devils cos I'm blessed and I'll never sell my soul
For a Lambo or baguettes cos I'd rather be in debt
With the plug or IRS than have sum microwave success
At a major record label that is owned by punk execs
Tryna put you in a dress and turn you pussy wit no breasts
Til you look like Uzi Vert when you was DMX!
Man these niggas wearing skirts! Birkin Bags and purple murse!
What the fuck is wrong wit Rap? It can't even get no worse!
Too much Percocet and Syrup got these junkies slurring words
"Man this shit is for the birds", so these turkeys gettin served
Like a burger after work; here's a drunken master verse
I mean a fuckin massacre ... in the name of Wutang
I put new bastards in the dirt! Skrttttt

01-20-2018, 02:57 PM	#1
ACTIVATE SELF Senior Member Join Date: Dec 2017 Posts: 783 Battle Record: 2-1 Champed - Art of Writing League Rep Power: 19584278	Drunken Master Flow Bruh just stop it you ain't poppin and I bet you never will be You gunnin for a thrill G? Well bitch you betta kill me! Fa rillz B I'm guilty of writing violent text, got Lex Lugar flow I'm exciting wit the flex! You got 90 seconds left ... To Loki retreat like a Viking on a quest Or I'm lighting up your chest wit Hela ammo from an exploding tech! Yes I know that was a stretch ... okay I'll focus and reset Now I'm going over heads like a Boeing private jet I should prolly slow it down instead I'm going to eject As I parachute below and watch you blow up in the wreck Cos I totally reject both diplomacy and threats From you anecdotal jokes who write poetry that's less Intellectually progressive than potatoes having sex I'm like Plato playing chess cos I'm several steps ahead Got them dracos for the FEDS ... turn Django kickin ass Wit those cannons in my hands, I can kill a man so fast He can't even stand a chance; Yo I wrote this with respect For the culture, not a check! Bro I do it for the love So there's nothing to regret! Take a moment and reflect Fuck them devils cos I'm blessed and I'll never sell my soul For a Lambo or baguettes cos I'd rather be in debt With the plug or IRS than have sum microwave success At a major record label that is owned by punk execs Tryna put you in a dress and turn you pussy wit no breasts Til you look like Uzi Vert when you was DMX! Man these niggas wearing skirts! Birkin Bags and purple murse! What the fuck is wrong wit Rap? It can't even get no worse! Too much Percocet and Syrup got these junkies slurring words *"Man this shit is for the birds", so these turkeys gettin served Like a burger after work; here's a drunken master verse I mean a fuckin massacre ... in the name of Wutang I put new bastards in the dirt! Skrttttt* Last edited by ACTIVATE SELF; 01-20-2018 at 03:55 PM.