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lyrik-the-rapper - eeny meeny miny moe open verse challange (the whisper rap) كلمات أغنية

(verse 1):

every shot, i’ma scorch your dome
switching flows, go pick a rose
for your post mortem soul
you pose more dumb (so?)
a hundred percent of your penning
is not as worth as a quarter of
a verse from mine with 1/4th
of the purpose put in with the words i sew
eeny, meeny, miny, moe
my flows must be more than
so bipolar, each note i sink my ink molded
when i’m in the mood, i swing a holster
might need’a tote it
with a forged grip to the left
i lean towards it
shout_out to crypt
i’m crowned in the blitz
i pound you to bits
like a thousand of bricks
watching calhoun get hit
spouting some sh_t
how is a motherf_cking on the planet
allowing that sh_t?
coming out his mouth
i’m ripping the valves
in the pistols
tryna get around
how many rounds you’ll get?
ain’t bound to miss, they diss me
i diss ’em __ __ balance
i’m disemboweling sh_t
spit like a chopper gun
and i don’t mean the chopper
’cause they end up in the many pieces
like a gundam
and a gunner got to cut ’em and then gut ’em
and then gun’ em in a gutter
not an onion chop
but the beat (beet) i’ma slaughter
rhyming hotter than a sauna or lava
got the rage up on my mind, not retsuko
you haida, ’cause you hide a
style, shout_out nato
lyrical ’tillery automatically means
when i write i’m an author
lyrik

- lyrik the rapper

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