@zyokaria

Hey dumbass that’s not a bar. This is a bar: Hangin’ off the ledge, too high up to fall, even when I’m upside down I’m still above you all

Cause I’m so hard to catch when I touch a wall, like it’s fire the way I vault that pole

Smooth as butter like I got mad dough, long as I’m rising I don’t need/knead to goddamn fold

Reaching the cloud, fuck Windows, we in dark-ass mode

Still got a couple more pop-ups ‘cross the yard line

I might need another slider for this hard drive

You lead the league in home runs since you jog slash bolt to yo cave, say you brave but you’re not that bold

All these green plug-uglies in a combat role, yo ass couldn’t escape me using a combat roll

.Com bat roll, damn

 

Or:

 

Ay, this magazine don’t come from a hard disk, when I reload the MAC it’s cause of the cartridge

So I can unplug the targets, meaning when you spillin’ ideas from your conscience

Then ain’t no one’s mind blown except yours, after these slug departures

Look in the barrel and now you a carcass, I’m clickin’ off rounds and you know that the shots hit

You put your head on men’s bottles, this ain’t the bar, space out like you finna login/log in

Cause goin’ down’s/Down’s what your noggin does, and you can say it’s cap, but I’m still headin’ up regardless

 

Or:

 

And Justice be goin’ inside of mines, bitch, you take your pipe and slide in

CSL’s hole, I know you like a tight end, I ain’t talkin’ football, but you’re like a tight end

And you’re in the red zone, bitch it’s time for violence, boutta smite these linemen

Claiming you got grips but I’m climbing higher, so if you’re a Colt, than I’m a giant

 

Those are bars, not the degenerate slop you keep crapping out.