DONT DRINK

CopyPat · 06-15-2015, 03:14 AM

Been handling brewskies like an animal, dudes, we been slamming a few, keep managing new tiers of hammered it’s too weird. Just crackin a new beer like every half an hour till I’m happy like new years. Then gladly I spew lyrics, and laugh at a dude hearin his wack little douche lyrics. I’m the captain of truth here, a factual true mirror: cause the shit I write reflects what I'm actually doing here. I’m naturally too clear, you’re fagotty: huge queer. A raggedy lose-eer, who’s can’t even do nearly half of my moves. Fear the Dracula tooth bearded magical spook demon. On cannabis, too cheeba; from Canada, loose leafin. Advantage to moose eating Calgary dudes baby. I laugh when I do spray these wacky confused sayings. Cause rappers are too shady, they act like a huge baby. But I’m down with BB so let me practice my spoof training. The fanciest crusading master of soothsaying, with the hardest fuckin rhymes that when I rap em are tooth-aching…Red-lining this pen, and I’m headlining again like I’m back in the newspaper. I’m having a rude awaking from all these wack little spews encasing me. So I’m blasting my fuse and basically capping you dudes linguistically. I imagine your crew specifically and then shatter them too. Officially the baddest you knew, positionally sound in the booth, I'm shifty. The man on the moon with 50 candlelight lumens of brilliance. Cause the rappin I do is just vivid. You wack like if you was Sicilian. My talent is huge to the ceiling, and I’m back with a new revealing transcript for you to just view it. The most classiest dude to spit it, have em tracking my movements with it. So every satellite glued to my image, as I'm broadcasting live from the casket I used to kill this...

06-15-2015, 03:14 AM	#1
CopyPat Mic Check Join Date: Mar 2013 Location: Calgary Alberta Canada Posts: 708 Battle Record: 13-10 Rep Power: 3742225	DONT DRINK Been handling brewskies like an animal, dudes, we been slamming a few, keep managing new tiers of hammered it’s too weird. Just crackin a new beer like every half an hour till I’m happy like new years. Then gladly I spew lyrics, and laugh at a dude hearin his wack little douche lyrics. I’m the captain of truth here, a factual true mirror: cause the shit I write reflects what I'm actually doing here. I’m naturally too clear, you’re fagotty: huge queer. A raggedy lose-eer, who’s can’t even do nearly half of my moves. Fear the Dracula tooth bearded magical spook demon. On cannabis, too cheeba; from Canada, loose leafin. Advantage to moose eating Calgary dudes baby. I laugh when I do spray these wacky confused sayings. Cause rappers are too shady, they act like a huge baby. But I’m down with BB so let me practice my spoof training. The fanciest crusading master of soothsaying, with the hardest fuckin rhymes that when I rap em are tooth-aching…Red-lining this pen, and I’m headlining again like I’m back in the newspaper. I’m having a rude awaking from all these wack little spews encasing me. So I’m blasting my fuse and basically capping you dudes linguistically. I imagine your crew specifically and then shatter them too. Officially the baddest you knew, positionally sound in the booth, I'm shifty. The man on the moon with 50 candlelight lumens of brilliance. Cause the rappin I do is just vivid. You wack like if you was Sicilian. My talent is huge to the ceiling, and I’m back with a new revealing transcript for you to just view it. The most classiest dude to spit it, have em tracking my movements with it. So every satellite glued to my image, as I'm broadcasting live from the casket I used to kill this... __________________ My syllable count approximately a billion, bounce. You cannot compete.