Yo
No pinot grigio red head dome remedial
Im going brazy in the cut my flows uncongenial
Split cliffs make riffs like guitar hero
The newest leader of Rome my dynasty like Nero
Imperial garments drape my silhouette rocking guess as a jest I was born to impress
Whippin the lex with a vest heavy metal the tech
I shine divine my sweat golden droplets measured by depth
My interest never sway focus only on best
This life a maze or a puzzle but I'm passing the test
My bars obsess cause distress they addicted like meth
I never sleep in the night I'm opposed to the rest

Jeez Louise, b****, you need appeasement
S***, I know my d*** so appealing
And I’m circumcised, so no “a pealing”
You hurt I’m ice, too cool for feelings
Your man’s raps unseasoned
He sound like he Ian
You now on my line like you reeling
Damn, I feel like I’m back with the dealing
I mean cards cause I jacked his wheels, see
This is art, battle bars are my real thing

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bro r u french?

No but I took French for 6 years

Wish I took Spanish

wtf that’s swag

God I love this thread

I know. Based right?

yea but the lil b kind of based and not the reddit 4chan kind of based

Of course

Fred Flintstone with the PINs, holmes
For my sins, his bones see brimstone
The devil on my flip phone
Pistol on my hip bone
Making sure the clip shown
If I don’t like your s*** tone
Deep in my craft like mining for dripstone
Deep in my sac, I’m pining to get dome
Heating the grass, damn bruh jit stoned
Need to get back to the truck and get home

Hot rock, touchdown, emissary starry
Chapel ceiling finger touch a planetary body
Delivered by the light into night air squalling
Driving stakes into graves with their party

whew

f*** me silly
grab my willy
stack 10 milli
not rich really
yo b**** feel me
u cant see me
big ol weewee
make me peepee
watch me like TV
love me like Kiki
laughing like hehe
to the bank w a billi

This might be my best work itt. The rhyme scheme something else especially the last 4 bars I’m doing like 3 different rhymes a line

Not to suck my own cock

Panzer dragoon orta my rhymes put u in orbit
My acid like ascorbic paralyzed when I absorb it
These bars they get morbid twin glocks my inquisition
Divine is my position my piston blow with rhythm
As I exhale the fumes of gas that I was given
Trap god 5 seasons I been the mvp
Minor leage batters could never compete with me
I see streams of light the spirits gleam
As I enter trance with elves and dmt machines
The scheme is too obscene my cream is never green
Blue chips and basketball my team is like the dream
Measure effort thru progress
I do it how Nas said
Counting up my bread in the chev I stretch my leg
Ignite the engine rhymes fire up my percision

I’m the best, bar none
You the best? Far flung

white people with stalled rhythm
tiktokers with autism
you know me, i'm acoustic
u can hear it in the bars of my music
the evidence, i cant refute it
undisputed, it came out my two lips
my ass smell like tulips
now bae when will u lick
some say publix i say Pubelix
yall dont does it like i do it
i say f*** it dont confuse it
i ain tryna bus inside a unit
mass computing, that ass is stupid
ur cash, ran thru it
in last, u r losing
im so bad, oh so human
what u had is no influence
she c***in class like she a student
i f*** her fast, my motion fluent
i up the gat, i stroke & shoot it
was dumb way back, now my flow is truthin
ur ass stank, u polluting
i murda Bs like i be fluting
why u mean w attitude bih
she off the bean she cant refuse it
a cup of lean, some fenty fluid
i gotta leave, we uncongruent

Camp swept where man slept barely getting by
Put a match to the sewer gas and blow the city high
Robotics campus with eight legs and camera eyes
Dragnet harvest raw data for the enterprise

Girl this ain’t 8 mile, it’s ok to choke
She’s going haywire, panties way too soaked

Your s*** is Weak, SWV, like AWB - You Wanna Belong
I slowed the beat, put 808s under that saxophone
You used my swag to dress yourself, now we don’t get along
I gave you all those chains, I wrote the words to all your songs

Hype house raid any day we smokin' broccoli 🥦
Corn shuck the tour bus, five part hominy 🌽
Your brand boy band sodomy 🍆
At least Troye Sivan come by it honestly 🤷‍♂️

You don’t know guap
You get replaced by the robots
I’m in Memphis with that fishscale
Like Yo Gott’ at Bass Pro Shop
My flows hot, yours is so not
Diss you, make you go Pop
You ain’t ballin, yo stop
You couldn’t even make a close shot