Day two of doing a 15 min writing drill every day

Hit me bro, real

Y'all got a silicone feel

Going through different ordeals

Maybe I'm hitting roadkill

While you missing blows still

And when I write the bars

It gets rid of the cold feels

I'm make a ten tonight

Make all these rappers bend on they knees

Give em tendinitis

And give em a few bars before the kill shot

Like Eminem was trying

Just to make his end exciting

Executed to perfection

That's the only thing accepted, expected

Bars clean but explosive

I don't mess with no extra wreckage

Loud mouth bitches that mess with dentists

Are dead in seconds

Moving in Michigan, ET, bars extraterrestrial

Got y'all all invested in it

Make sure there's no rescuing em

All these mumble rappers can stumble back

To my humble trap

My powers can truly never be underestimated

Got sauced, the plane didn't see the SOS

The ain't enunciate it

It's funny, they understate

That their money and guns are fake

But when they gotta put they hands up

They run away

It's a stunner, it's stone cold

You never seen something against

A white background

That's so bold

Y'all say you the top G, I'm B, with the control

Someone who doesn't claim to have paper

They won't fold

My legacy foretold

As my enemies grow old, I bring em closer

A stone's throw

All bars filling my options

These Wicked responses

Won't even have you waiting a clock tick

Ain't nobody is escaping the moshpit

I've come straight

Into the place of the cockpit

Y'all brag about drugs

Nothing that I'm taking is toxic

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