Bar, i'll lyrically
assasinate you i don't want to
have to hate you
This rap's so hot it's the kind of shit you
masterbate to
Livin' it up in the gangsta land of
Scotland
Most there don't even like rap, but they can see you
jot raps
On paper, but it's like a
waste of trees
It's not their fault if you have to
take these dreams
These ideas further than you already have,
create your label
Then hire assassins because some guy laughed when
he played your fable
Or raps, whatever you want it called, i hope you
take drugs
To be in such an illusion as you are, cause if not your
brain's fucked!
Start
supporting rape so people like Bar could have a reason to be
aborted, eh?
You bland tasteless idiot, your new tape is a fuckin'
thoughtless tape
This rap he creates is painful my ears
scream for mercy
My eardums pound until they fuckin'
steer and jerk me!
And yeah, we're both in the
UWC
But compared to my skill,
you trouble to me!
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No hate Bar you understand
And what's tko?