No. this is rap. not my forte.

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Lemme lemme, size you up.
Drop, down on your knees cause you're gonna get f*cked.
Rickety rackets all on, mumble what?
A bit of confidence is all we had in luck (OOF)

Whoo! Size you down, from head to heel. Copperhead just tryna' cop a feel.
B*tch *ss dumb, retard, it's not a bird.
It's how this newbie drives up on the curb.

Oh, reel you fish in, get you traumatized. I've been hungry without a proper appetite.
I'm shaking with adrenaline pumping in my brain. Pick your poison, let me drive you down my lane (Whoo!)

I dunno what the sh*t is on my mind, I feel like it's blasting off a dormant mine. I've shivering with the cold servings you rappers be going on, all this time.

I don't rap fast, cause I'm blasphemous. I'm trying to cull all the noise in us. When you know you're f*cked when the bars drop quick. Like the time he cried when it done popped off; his d*ck.

B*tch you're famous, I'm more young. Old is gold, we've heard raps you've sung.
Bees poke quick, and they did sting. Tie a rope up your windpipe; start to swing. (Ooh)

Cussing never been my superpower. F*ck that sh*t, you pulling down your mommy's udders, be a good boy and gulp that milk. Better drink your forte before its been spilt.

I've never had a real affinity, never really went on the offensive street, never though the night would leave, stay up late and spit grease.

Tune up my ride, whir the key. Take advantage while it stays on me. Try to slick back and forth, to relieve. Never really rhymed.

Time to leave.

Oop! Take. A. Seat. Drama.
Never. Had a chance.
I'm. Not the best performer.
Cause this trap's never gonna spring the Lance.










Oh boy. I don't know why the hell I made this but. I had some good bars. Maybe. ๏_๏
Anyhoo. There was a request and there is a response.

Enjoy? I didn't really but I hope someone finds this good...?

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