180
Vers 1
My heart is apart, but my heart is a part of me
As well as my arteries, i keep fighting for artistry
Darling plz, you already broke it once
I need a break fast, 'cause I'm hungry for lunch
Fuck that skip the meal, and go straight for the dinner plate
Christian men on time, and all the sinner's late
All the winner's hate, a loser who can't take the loss
Trying to explain it, i'll destroy you if you say "Because"

Because of that my head is even more damaged
But still you can't hit me, my head is solid as granite
Granny, she want another ride in the pipes
When i seek your ass bitch, you can't hide
I'm damn right, to set your mind on standby
Stand by and watch me as I deliver rap crimes
Let me cut you open with my fucking rhyme knife
You'll die driving 90 when you're doing drive-bys in the nightlife

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Do a 180 on my rapboard
Get 18 hole par on my rapcourse
I got that important cash, but i can't afford
To blow it all up, or cause a murder on the dancefloor
Protect your eyes, I'm coming with a sandstorm
U see, UV, the sole reason you got cancer for
Ain't proud of yourself, nothing you wanna stand up for
I'll kick you off this public transport
Vers 2
I stand for what I'm saying, and what I represent
I respect that you're less intelligent
If you wanna get close, better book an appointment
You forgot to use your head, when you lost on the coin flip
I got your tail, you dropped it like a lizard
You trying to escape, bitch I'm a wizard
I'll accio your fucking ass back in that chair
I ain't using cusswords, bitch i swear

You can't stop me or slow me down, I'm solid as a street sign
You don't wanna fuck with me when i freestyle
My lyrics make you horny, 'cause you want what you can't do
Your fucking existence is boring, god damn, you can't refuse
Your dick is stiffer than a dead body
Kinda gross watching you jerk off to Rigor Mortis / Rick & Morty
You better protect yourself, bitch you gonna get shook
This whole shit is like if Dick raped Bush

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Vers 3
I got shit to do, yes I'm a busy man
But still i'll smack your goofy face, like we're in fucking Disneyland
Brainless like a robot, but still i'm feeling dizzy damn
My itchy hand, will cut you down in Itchy and Scratchy Land
With a swing of an axe, yes bitch, I hit you
Wipe that pig blood from off your face, do you need a tissue?
You try to call for help: We got an issue!
I'm sry bitch but I won't miss you
But if you look at me, well I'm one of a kind
Almost as kind, as Kanye West on the mic
This was never a battle, but at least you tried
You'll never sit good in that saddle, when you're so frightened that you almost cry
You're on dry ice, any last words to my straight face
You've lost this race, my freestyle grades is all straight A's
So you wonder, how long did it take me to write these bars
Well about (insert number) seconds/minutes so far

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