Bars ephemeral euphemismal abysmal decimal every syllable cross assonating with this passionate assasination of character straight offing their dome dissect their character so much precision that i stay without pattern but my recognition top percentile competition looking abysmal I’ll blow you out get off my cloud can’t bite my style but I’ll steal all your clout just by word of mouth with this music to get murdered by I’m no mocking bird but I sing your lullaby because it’s good night lights out, because I’m getting so loud in decibels I’m breaking meter with this cadence because I signaturize this flow while I’m just a less than or so I was told by my ex she’s just a has been a cautionary tale loyalty for sell but I guess ignorance is bliss I admit though I’ve been dropping so many bars now lately I can see what she’s saying but she’s bout to learn her lesson I’m cut throat cutting off all of the infectious, infiltrate them, castrate her vanity, with my, amputating this disease, with straight triplicates; dropping hits with no duplicates, just quintuples, doubles sorry to burst your bubble so keep blowing wands, no one wants to chew on your bubble yum, but I keep it straight beast, call me an alcoholic, because no one wants your yeast, I’m no riddle I’m just a mystery with my metaphors allegories straight double entendres when all you have is alibis lies and deception I play my own games define my own style like your reality only mines not denile but I flow fast you witch it’s just me craft and genres bore me; you were ignoring me oh I never noticed switched my style up like your new men keeping switching hoes now you’re playing telephone or more like connect four but I’m playing tic tac toe you’re all exed out but thank you for extending my family so many Eskimo brothers god bless you for that that’s southern slang for you poor thang you poor thott you won’t get a diamond rings guess you’ll buy your own I’m in your thoughts and I’ll reveal them peel off their scalp take a peek inside may not be optimist but their shit stays empty maybe their survivalist in their mode no just nematodes with no evolution I don’t write rhymes I rap revolution I’m environmental to this game clean up all the pollution dilution the only resolution the solution that dissolves and extracts refracts all while writing diss tracks and dissertations about these princesses turned pumpkin more like a mogwai fed after midnight I didn’t mean to get you wet now we’re both gremlins Kodak black only difference is I don’t put the needle while they’re swarming nothing rhymes with guess orange is your new black and i’m just foreign you’re boring me hit the plunger again and plummet off a syringe you simpleton making no dividends but divide your legs thank god you’re so old rotten eggs past your prime should I speed up the rhyme that you’re all just ignoring I guess so I’m a vortex for your cortex a horticulturist of the mind I’m culturing playing botanist in this dichotomy in this monoculture I’m a vulture circling these lyricist it’s just the circle of life and I’m the lion king that was a throw back you won’t ever be dime you’re no queen no principles or principalities stay stuck in your municipality and on the same shit and all that strange dick while I spit this flow do what you do best swallow, but could never swallow this.
