rhymes

Nightmare
Right there
Fight fear
white queer
psych care
quite there
might spare
eyewear

Role models
so hollow
don't follow
don't swallow
Old bottles
Broke bottles
Coke bottles
Full throttle
Old motto
Gold lotto
Joke motto
Coked nostrils
(Rosie) O'Donnell

Poetry
Flow is weak
Go to sleep
Known for beef
No relief
No belief
Hopeless dweeb
Woe is me
Ropes n' sheets
Know the street
Hoe is sweet
Los a beast
Los is weak
Don't believe
Oaken tree


Locked in his crib
Bottle the shit
(Beats fatter than hippo)potamuses
God of this shit
Caught in this bitch
Walk in his shit
Stop with this shit

No sleep
Don't sleep
Flow's weak
Oak tree
Old creek
Cold beats

Hang you from them
(How) bad you frontin'
Snapping somethin'
(All that) cappin' from him


Go into debt.
Know in the West.
Showing your chest.
Roll with a set.
Homeless or dead.
Go to your head.
Bow and a dress.
Soldiers impressed.

Evil
People
Feeble
Fetal
Needle
(A)drenal
Penal
We know
P.O.
C.O.
Beat hoes
Eat mold
We go
Beat though
Weak flow
Street knows

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And if dog's tryin' me
I'm on my Varg Vikernes.
Ask me who that is.
(Who?)
A man who blasts metal and sets fire to temples.
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All I gotta do is bring my piece to C4. That's how I'ma check dude.
(Alt: )
And if you don't get it now, that means this match is just a chess move.
'Cause after this battle, I'm gunnin' for Chess too.