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I cannot rap, I just spit some rhymes Dirty like slimer, I get with grime I know you heat, cause I did the deed but you fucked up, so now you doing the time I am not clean, I'm addict to crime Done with your onions, just get some chives not good at math, but I'm down with dividing He 16 and hiding I get the 9's
Carve a nigga with the pole 'cause you know I like to tote 'em
I don't fuck with paper my contract's in karats These niggas is sterile They cannot bear fruit When I'm in the race I don't run like a hare I just hover mid-air I ain't worried about you That boy a troll, need to knack it off Flow is so dirty, I have to cough We on a mission, we don't need precision, so you know we hit him with Kalashnikovs I got a group and they sucking my seed I ain't talking 'bout trees no sunflowers here neither She think she fly I send her to the ether I am the type that would box with the teacher and lose
My flows are underrated, so come on and stop the hating I freed the game, this whole album is my personal proclamation I can't fuck with these new rappers 'cause most of them constipated trying to make it recording bars in their bathrooms cause they ain't shit
I only love my bed and the people that I'd let in it I'm only 'gon love my bed 'cause my bed ain't gon' ever leave me I know that I'm not gon trust it, 'cause I know that I ain't perfect and I know that that what that means is that one day I might deserve it I took their love, then I curved it I felt some hate, then I earned it I felt their pain, then I slurped it I promised my mama that I changed, she should have learned I was a serpent Why'd you promise you'd watch her just to go head and fall asleep? Why'd you promise you'd call her just to go head and watch it beep? Why'd you let your mama get beat that day, nigga, earn your keep You a bitch-made nigga your family made of the same pictures your role models' whole model of faux gospel is so awful his stove-top just popped and now he's doing stock impossible go cry to your doctor Wait, the hospital left you overcautious and now you're praising the Luftwaffe the fuck is wrong with you? jk jk jk I'ma go hit him with AKs we gon' go kill him the same day his brother the same day and every mo'fucker that gang gang I got the guns now They can't be racing my lungs now government shutdown nigga, is you really crying? You need to get up your funds now The money don't help none
This particular entry is specifically meant for this fan-fiction verse that I'm writing, so there will be unfamiliar names and and jokes that don't make sense without context, but I'm still proud of the lyrics, so it's staying for the time being.
Bunny should have never hopped into my bourough this choppa finna suspend his ass like he need a furlough I'm the gas guardian, ask Arny, we gon' leave you suffocated any criminal record that we get is certainly understated come to say it Your master's a bastard, I know you don't like to talk about it He's disabled, but I'm still aiming to come and go box about it That boy harmless(note: said faux Liverpool), last said with no accent If he asking who blasting at his bridge, wasn't an accident