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Bitters (my return to keystyle)

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Entreri117:
Psychologically and anatomically derail all the bitin MC's cuz their conscious is too frail/
Femcee said she got a glock to me, but you couldn't shoot it cuz you'd break a nail//
Keep my name out your dental, ya mouth is crooked and used like a summer-rental/
Spray your crudentials on the pavement, it's naturals for BITCHES to get sentimental//
Femcee, I'll lyrically fuck you up so much, that you can never give life to lil' kiddies/
All of your rhymes are fake, yourself is fake, just like both of your silicon titties//
Use a spiked-fork to give your hair a weave, then leave your spinal cord paralyzed like Christopher Reeve/
Split and rip your frail structure into three...the past, present, and future is how you'll cleave//
Telegraph your paragraphs before you even post em, thinkin "Hmm, haven't I seen this before"?/
Try steppin to me, but Fem's high heels'll break, wanna walk on me, but your pantyhose tore//
Keep my name out your mouth and your cunt off my dick, knowin how you get around, you prolly got AIDS/
You can't ever be on my level of elevation, you wanna be the "Queen", but now you've met the Ace of Spades//

Shit...quick 12 bars for this bitch...

I ain't even try...this is just a lil Keystyle...

NEXT!

__kaLipZo__:
<--already spit 3 times

An-Tony-O Montana:
Xear i don't think she could compete wit that, nice spit...

biters we'll what can i say...
tryna earn there respect wit that copy n paste shit//
my twinz glocks will leave each side of your face split//
but first "put it in ya mouth" and tell me how it tastes bitch?//
and i ain't akinyele, that pussy's to smelly regardless of what u tell me//
u biters make me wanna thow up, turnin' my stomach n makin' me sick//
and if u ever leave teeth marks on my shit//
first off when the weed sparks it'll just stay my hit//
keep ya head up, don't worry cuz i'll leave u the roach//
but you'll only burn ya thumb n index finger just tryna hold it thou//
danm, who's gives a fuck if u wack just take the critisim//
cuz that's the only way you'll advance w/o a hand out in this life i'm livin'//
how u think i done it, started out spittin' below average//
and i'm still not livin' lavish w/ a baby carage//
i'm single that's how i mingle craccin' domes like cabbage//
i roam this atlas, a map of whindin' roads, twists and turns//
where cats git ripped n burned, smacked for bitin' from my lips n shipped in erns//
it's been confirmed, i smoke my weed while ya'll stick to sherm//
like this nasty ass ho, bitch wit a perm, like tim dogg called snoopy//
and now these muthafuckas wanna re-cruit me when b4 they'd rather shoot me//
i never switch up, keep actin' a coward munchin' on the hearts of others//
while i tear apart duplicate couples of art like lovers//
and feeble minds won't understand this, since u came in the game empty handed//
u thought that u could steal the linez from elevated minds 2 be branded//
a mc, quickly w/o puttin' in any work//
we'll know u gittin' fuck'd for it so pull up ya skirt...

just a lil' somethin', somethin'...

~1~

Now_Im_Not_Banned:
Biters, get burnt without lighters//Couldn't put out heat if they were fuckin fire fighters//So they look for other writers//Copy and paste from other cyphers//This is one reason i muthafuckin hate those biters...



hahaha, whack as fuck, just some freestyle shit...lol...PeACe

Koncept:
dope shit from everyone ;D

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