Friday Night cypher Part 3

I may never know what it's like to be a gangster guy,

Get into crazy fights, or hold a gun and waste a guy,

Or act like a thug, go to jail making shanks for knives,

Cuz unlike you, I have both parents that actually raised me right;

I got my own lifestyle, my own struggles, my own problems,

Doesn't need to match your height, they both hold traumas,

And I hate when some bring up kids in need of hunger, got it,

But honestly, though I feel bad, thats NOT my fucking problem!;

Yes it comes across as selfish, but don't act like you're any different,

If it ain't happening to you, then you won't seek a fucking wishlist,

You breathe right up in this shit, then eat like dogs you sick shit,

You pee and sleep, must be a dream, don't flee the scene, just sit still;

All that shit I've been through, here's where I let it all out,

When I spit in the booth, all that's getting me down,

Just to get accused of robbing homeless? Bitch with the edgy jokes,

Why would I steal from someone who's already broke?;

I hope you found a new home with a shower installed,

Cuz like you're lyrics, you both stink, fucking coward with balls,

You think your bars good except they got shit connections,

So little fish, you're off the hook cuz you're really in the net then;

I tell myself everyday that I'm useless and stupid,

So I can do something to prove bitches wrong and keep moving,

The fuck I gotta mourn the past for? Look at where I'm at,

It means I passed the bashes and ready for their attacks;

 

Tewsly reportin’ live

Yeah,

Bruh stop, flappin’ guns, your gums aren’t rubber bullets

Top notch, talkin’ buns, your suns are to much for my stick of gum,

Rocket launcher, fuckin’ turn, his grave over to a cemetery bum,

Rock in stauncher, cluck a chicken, to start burnin’, send a man to go runnin’

To solve toddler problems, lucky chick, numb in’ the site, attend a dummy,

Tryin’ to grove n’ yonder, clock a niche cause he’s a killer, number in’ is so funny

Small popper, lookin’ for a sponsor, flick a blonde clerk, to say it’s god chick, faux pas,

The stubby, prop her burner, because he needs a tall pro-pain burner, flaws

Tumble his jaws to a dryer, lint, lend some flaws to ascend, to tip her naws

Oh hell naw, grumble jumble mumble, my flyer, is like quick-silver, send a pint of hauls

Coin silver, I got a hint of nickel silver, to my client, I have silver lightin’, crawls

To borin’ brawls, he lents his balls, filter killer, with a giant bittin’, trigger falls

To gorin’ Gauls, bent, a couple cents, now he’s Mr.Whisper with a pent of rent to call

Run one pun for fun, been on the drums since day1; timber a clint of telecommunication to drawl

From chambers to game changers, the chums feast on my creation, tender on the station, aw

Scrums strums on my name bomb, your in danger hub, cation to hate in blender, my lower jaw

Oversaw the local law, you rap on common law, this a civil law, fender to my moral law,

Vocal to the skull, couple legal laws, to brutal your pedal, pistol fatal to puzzle the mortal law,

Angle to the jaw, ankle sore above, leave gal alone, attorneys-at-law, be quick on the draw

To dangle applause on the rattle, that I battle so these all out, journeys gets you worried (aha)

You hang on to pause on the rattle, doubt I made it out, fought on drought, plenty of shit to blur you out (haha)

When we change lanes, paws to clog a hot shit, oh pause, genx say menopause, petty envy, lure

Children into you chances, bend steady pennywise to pen in, why X me out, I’m no pause silly,

Beat the children enhances out of you, attend to a funeral and X the eyes till he,

Says I’m better than DreadfullMenance, you couldn’t even find a school with the lies

Let’s bet 2,200 dollars on the site, and I’ll recite my lines to Amir, and pull out the tool of knives

To say 2020 vision isn’t, what he, needs, to see, my family ties, with your wives

Let’s say I’m pissed, and you pissed on your time, I’m in my prime, fuck your fame

On rappad RapFame is where it is, G.O.A.T here, go at RapFame

I’m a prod-gy there, proud irony ironically, hyposize my rap name

If I hate, why do you, respond, and start all, the hate

You state 99, of the battles, when this flow speeds on up the plate

I go nine-tenths and triple of the insults, all the time hater

And in the Ninth innin’ your life wouldn’t be livid, to hallucinate

Lucid dream, cause I bat you in, like an RBI, you bait,

Fake teens until you feel safe, in your army, sorry are we

Too much for you bitch, switch up to a butterfly

Let’s certify, that your too much a hunch to follow through (fax)