your rap flows slow, but you try to stay optimistic
when im done with this rhyme you gon be a statistic
call me out again and im gonna hafta go ballistic
ready home-boi? now you all alone-boy,
i know you like to do-boys, with your little play-toys
this aint a dream homie, its more than just a vision
wanna make me stop, then go sign a petition
I saw your girl, shoved my key in her ignition,
showing you why, im the lyrical magician.
I be poppin gats, on your block and mine
glad you called me out, now its my turn to shine
my first spit was whackass, this is a different kind
i just verbally murdered you, since when is that a crime?
you called on me mann so here it is
7 bars - 14 lines
first to 5 votes
3- 0 KO
drop sooon homie
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:edit:
oh yeahhh
and this rhyme is dedicated to teagan
you country loving fruitcake
