5/3
Don’t make me break out the Scimitar
It Isn’t Hard to defeat your Little bars
Leave your body Riddled w/ Scars
Use a bioweapon and Give you SARS
Like Ghostface I’m the Soul Controller
The Microphone Holder here to disLocate your Shoulder
Your Once loyal Soldier, will Crush you between Boulders
I thought I Told you I Didn’t Care
I’ll Singe your Hair and Fold you up like a Chair
But I’ll listen closely to your Soul you Bare
A fortune teller to Hold you There; it’s Only Fair
Nice verse; you must have Worked Hard
Sure Sarge, too bad it took a week to drop - Yer Bars
Meanwhile, I’m beyond the Earth&Stars
Your grammar tells me you’re Certainly from Mars
I’ll Crash your Car, get out, then Stab you Hard
It will be Yor Guess as to how to fix your Torn Flesh
Later on, we’ll make up, & Smoke Hash from Your Stash
If I get lazy I’ll drop an Old Flex-
So Check it,
I’ve said it before; I Hope you Run
I’ve got a Loaded Gun; we’ll have So much Fun
Aren’t you happy I don’t use wordplay & Puns?...
It will Get Boring in here if you don’t Get Gory
Fuck a battle rap - I’ll tell you a Silly Story
Let me tell you my Inner Thoughts
You’re just a glorified Sinacog!
I see you Lurking; trying to Murk me
I’m just an Earthling - more of a sure thing
Last edited by Pharaohs Army; 05-12-2020 at 12:53 AM.
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