ktt clowns on my d*** like a carnival
she a vegan but she eat my meat like a carnivore
i be switchin styles u takin ones i done done before
u a pescatarian yo girl smell like bass pro fishing store

Oops it’s Friday I almost forgot
Been a day behind at work cuz I go thru allot
I’m a sanga turnt rappa
A certified snappa
Still serve cane like my fraternity Kappa
Pointed at the dunk & told her it’s Fuchsia
Paint so clean thought I washed it with a loofa
Look into it and u just might see ur future
Hop out the b**** stoned like I stared at Medusa

Oh, you want me to bar out?
Puffin za like a hippie, I’m far out
Take yo b**** to the beach when the stars’ out
Whittle that ho, she get carved out
Crushin on p****, yeah, large amounts
No deals, for a half I charge a ounce
Shooters on deck, make a martyr pounce
Bruh Man, we taking bread unannounced

Flow so hard might need a tampon
Yeah I’m from Tampa Bay b****
….so tell yo damn mom
All I blow is O’s of Tannenbaum
She blows me with no pajamas on
Soon as she turns the camera on
Got racks for days, call me TJ Maxx
yeerrrm chasin mula on the freeway fast
If u owe me crodie, give u 3 days max
Addicted to the money, I need they cash

Put the thread up on my back like Atlas
Flip the mattress, all u see is unpaid taxes
Stick push a p**** hairline back, Brazilian waxes
Like border patrol I’ll fire if anyone passes
That’s the mindset you get from a million lashes
So I sip a cup, dirty as f***, movin molasses

Salt in my eye and the ground
Water in my eye and not my blood
Life taking too much for me, OVO gulag

Man shoutout to rappers fr, was thinking about getting MFs in here to drop vocaroos and man

That would be great Vox cuz I’d like to hear how tf any of that previous post rhymed

….sounds like some pain bars tho so hope ur good

My eternal soul, in a battle between right and wrong
Feelings gone
Feeling it went wrong
God, let me take flight
Through the inner chambers and valleys of the night
Repenting day in and day out
Let it out

Asking him where my angel wings
Cause I done fought for my rings, like Mike

On fire tonight

Game 6, Im on the precipice
Headed towards greatness.

Was gonna make a "stand on business" punchline but this was my best idea and I'm not touching it

en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rooftop_Koreans

Also, this article doesn't even mention the little girl who got shot in the back of the head by a Korean clerk or w/e

Got my ass but man I love when rappers can tie together stuff that shouldn't rhyme but pull something out of their flow, delivery and the words themselves that still ties everything together in a way to keep the bars/song going and I was trying to go for that here

And definitely pain bars, that's all I ever write in here because that's all it's been for a long time and it's particularly bad time right now

Preciate the wishes

But the bridges out of my muck have almost been completed and I just need to see those planks and ropes through

Latasha Harlins (January 1, 1976 – March 16, 1991) was an African American girl who was fatally shot at age 15 by Soon Ja Du (Korean: 두순자), a 49-year-old Korean American convenience store owner. Du was tried and convicted of voluntary manslaughter over the killing of Harlins, based in part on security camera footage. The judge sentenced Du to 10 years in state prison but the sentence was suspended and the defendant was instead placed on five years' probation with 400 hours of community service and payment of $500 restitution, and Harlins' funeral costs.2 The sentencing was widely regarded as extremely light, and a failed appeal3 reportedly contributed to the 1992 Los Angeles riots, especially the targeting of Koreatown.4 The killing of Harlins came 13 days after the videotaped beating of Rodney King.

Damn I'm shook I never heard of this especially with how much Pac referenced her and her murder occuring when it did

Thanks for always putting me on knowledge

The vibrations from her toy reach her hole like guitar strings
I thought this was just another bar fling
But not too far flung
Like I said, guitar strum on her g-string
Wet as f***, she’s a waterfall when she sees bling
I don’t whisper sweet nothings, i say mean things
And she ain’t saying a whole lot, but she sings
Flip her over and give her the work, like an assembly line
Splash on her face when she says the p**** can be mine
I don’t even want her though, I head for the door and beeline
I’m a dawg baby but I’m too obsessed with feline

Happy Sunday

Phonte spit a whole verse without rhyming once so I guess I see the vision now

ITT losercore and non-rhymes beginnings let’s go

Which verse you talking about?

Bars thread about to hit its Rob49 era

@sentient_sherm_bag

If I had a skateboard I couldn’t ollie
Never been in a fight but get beat up constantly
Most music is too nuanced to me
I need that good s*** in my arteries
I could never imagine being famous
Don’t know why I get mad when people lane switch
Stuck in the past bumping 08 Wayne b****
Got 5 tats now I think tattoos lame s***
You can find me on the beach alone
To each his own but
My moms more embarrassed of me than p*** on speakerphone
Should leave the dank alone
Ça va, zaza?
Zaza bien, the weed it’s francophone
What time is it? Need to change the zone
High as f*** it’s 9 o clock
Still ain’t had breakfast
I’ll eat at 11 sandwich with leftover lettuce
Depressed as s***
Never should a left my b****
In the shower masturbating to memories of her sexy t***
When in the car, with my whole voice singing Kenny Chesney hits
Why does love exist
I could use like a dozen fits
Half my clothes a decade old
Arthur with his bundled fist
Scrounging for table weed on a wicker nightstand
Man, f*** this life man
Yeah yeah I’ll get a job
Left hand on The Hangover, right hand to God

Whatever You Say verse 2

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i like to eat ass
i like to eat p****
she suckin my d***
i like head
you know what it is
im kodak spice
dont talk to me
ok bruh

ive decided in 20 minutes im going in