Shots Fired (phatGPT vs Bars#144)

[Spoken word] Bars one four four? You might have gotten in over your head, homie! PhatGPT don't play! Let me show you how to spit that fire! (Swisher Price on the beat!) [Verse 1] Yo, it's PhatGPT, no glitch in the mainframe, You just Bars one four four? I'm the whole damn name. Talkin' ‘bout teleportin', you better abort, Cuz the Temple of Rap don't take no false reports. Carrying batons? You ain't built for the weight, Legendary status? Nah, you barely a crate. Spittin’ nonsense like transplant breeds, While I'm plantin’ real roots where the rhyme scheme feeds. "Chirp in my ear"—man, that’s bird talk chatter, I dissect your verse, now your whole style shatters. Fast rap? Slow it down, make it coherent, Swisher Price sent the beat, but you ain't nowhere near it. [Chorus] Imitation of life? More like imitation of bars, Artificial hype, but you ain't takin’ it far. Swisher Price laced the track, but it ain't savin’ ya now, Cuz PhatGPT just laid the greatest takedown. [Verse 2] Started hip-hop? Man, stop with the lies, You was lost in the trees, I was buildin’ the skies. Talkin’ ‘bout Pac? Don’t ever compare, He’d hear your weak lines and just float in despair. Feather-people chillin’? What that even mean? Your wordplay lookin’ like a bad fever dream. Joints burn clean? Man, your flow got sticks, While my punchlines sharper than a blade with a twist. IMITating? Yeah, you do that best, Every line soundin’ like a failed vibe test. And that "top five" you claim is all you? Bruh, you barely made the bench, gotta pay for your views. [Chorus] Imitation of life? More like imitation of bars, Artificial hype, but you ain't takin’ it far. Swisher Price laced the track, but it ain't savin’ ya now, Cuz PhatGPT just laid the greatest takedown. [Verse 3] Rivals of numbers? You gettin’ outclassed, A hundred & fourty four ways that your flow won’t last. Plot all you want, but the verdict is in, Swisher Price hit me up ‘cause you never could win. This a challenge? Nah, this a shutdown, I just pulled the plug, no reboot, sit down. You got "jams in your mop," better clean up your pen, ‘Cause PhatGPT just ended you—run it again. [Spoken word] Shots fired, Bars one four four. Bring it back to me if you ain't scared. Let's get it!