Exis. 6-Feet. Lars. Simple.

[sral]

I'll rip your fuckin' head off 'cause the game is filthy
Watch the lungs fill up, then I'll squeeze & empty
Disease & release, mix anti-freeze into bleach
Pour it into your wounds, 'cause these clips re-masticated
Evicorated & minced to laces, now sniff the fragrance
Liquid metal wrath, rip a bitches bed in half
Either suck my dick or die, If you won't give head then Ima laugh
Reload & dead your ass, I don't even aim with it
I'm the one to blame when I take the stainless & fade you bitch
Split you in parts, no beef
Y'all don't wanna start none
Battle acid, rattle you back to your carbon ashes
Starvin' bastards, get crushed to death by my iron mattress
Try & match this, titanium won't melt
You could get lead up the four elements & get dealt
You better respect my image, my crew rejects the gimmicks
Your best bet is to come hard or I'll stretch your neck, past it's limits
I'm blastin' the timid, until they can fathom the wrath I is givin'
I beat dudes in battles, then fuck they girls for incentive
My words are inventive, slurs that bring vengeance to Netcees henchmen
Your chances of havin' me wincin'?
Is the same as you nigga, lastin' in prison
Ram you with rapid internals that slam your equilibrial
Don't have me tell you who we are, put your family in ER
Fuck a motive, I just took your face off & attached it to one of my steez jars
These are weed bars, you breathe hard
Smoke so much Mary Jane shit gave me green scars
I remain large, & refrain from activatin' my sustained charges
Battery, Grand Theft, robbery with a chainsaw
Flip & main sargents, they badges just the target
You bastards can't fuck with me
I'm the missin' link like martians
Gun clappers @ it again
Except I don't bust gats,I blast raps with a pen
& a mic,
I hijack speakers, sweep low on Tweeters
Quick to kick a nigga in the ass with both of these sneakers
For talkin' all this trash, look @ the noise
Fuckin' pedestrian much?
I'll do you first then butcher your boys
Now here's you & your whole crew livin' life in the gutter
Slicin' right thru your jugular like knives go thru butter
I'm on some next shit, Diode tried to ban the hectic
Bitch I'll clean out these raps like a brand of antiseptic
Decipherin' your cryptic rhymes like a hacker
Linin' up your ribs & spine for the tackler
Smashin' cats straight out the pit like a batter
So batter up bitch, throw the pitch to the catcher
You missed man, got me walkin' a fence
How the fuck you make dollars when you ain't makin' no sense?
Go inspect your lyrics, check shit & correct the critics.



Respect's diminished, mumble rappers brought the gloom
Reviewers pissed because 6 couldn't write in autotune
I've been more inspired listening to 'Horton hears a Who'
Where's the soldiers and pretenders? Let me sort the room
It's 13 'o' clock by my watch, their worst fears are due
A Storyteller production coming soon to theatres near to you
Chords struck them with the boom! Branding with the searing truth
Take that EDM and vamoose, adios dude, clear the booth
Where some would see a page, I see a stage to perform on
Where some would see a pen: instruments to make a pure song
Navigate this sea of brain waves, seek truth, although the tour's long
Think intellectual rhymes are played? Well...

You're wrong.

You moron.


If I did fall off from this height, no man could stop it
From my value dropping alone the impact would be catastrophic.
Don’t ask for honest feed if you can’t handle the facts.
You faggots so trash you make every other rapper look bad.
We can battle for cash if the moneys right..
I’m talking pure cheddar. Ain’t no 404 Error when you get stuck on site.
If I dust my mic off, a single breath from my lungs
and you get to discover how deadly a real pandemic becomes.
There’s zero percent of recovery for most the infected
I blow out a death wish on my birthday for those on the guest list.
I don’t want your friendship, pussy. I’m not here to be friends.
Beat guys down like seaside towns, way we hammer in piers by the end.
You’re not really a threat, you’re a joke..
Your barks worse than your bite - and Exis’ patrolling a vets on his own...

[Concrete]

No shortage of bars here, good thing you managed to keep the momentum going for the most part. First segment flowed good throughout with some nice brag and grimness mix.
Second part felt more like a "listen punk, imma tell you something" and I can like that in the fashion it was written here. After first read the line the stuck out here was probably the 404 one, yet overall the whole piece was smooth sailing pretty much.

[Victor.]

Last two dudes fire

Closer fire

[Exis]

Lol...

Thanks for the collab folks, y'all are awesome.

[Johnny 6 feet]

Came out nice didn't it? It was fun guys. It's cool to cut loose and not write to a schedule once in a while.

[Eŋg]

this was cool. i read it. i should write more.

[Exis]

Yes you should! Good looks my friend...