In a space coupe, feeling extraterrestrial
In a space you can’t prove, I’m too celestial
Making main moves, I can afford rest to y’all
I stay grounded like bad kid, of course except my fall
Stay doubted, you average, accept your fall
Touching up on the stick like a molester, uh
If sticked like hunting fishes with branches
Then yes, b****, I’m coming dissing, too savage
I know I’m on voodoo, resurrect my wealth
These two twos cursed to hex you all
First to shoot shoot, I’m testing balls
No I don’t lose boo, so no sentimental calls
No threats to you, I like to jest in health
Leveled the devil with tongues, I like to mess with hell
Stole a bunch of guns from the belt, finesse and sell
Know the money coming in well, investments felt
Test the Galil to your chest so in vest, it’s felt
F*** with me? Better check yourself
Nothing to be, I got less to feel
So much ice in blocks, that’s many chills
Let’s jump in to box, better rep the bell
Snitches get shot, TEC if ya tell
I ain’t no Cyrus, but you’ll get wrecking ball’d
I’m like a virus, cause I spread to all

Last lover alive in the republic
Got the zip from my Khyber Pass gunsmith
I don't know how he does it
But Shinzo Abe got did with a musket so f*** it

Wild Wild West, Dr Loveless
On TV Michael Dunn was a munchkin
Movie had a wheelchair or something
Magnet collars and a ear trumpet
One day I'll back on subject
Until then, bupkis

Basic Instinct, Michael Douglas
The deep V was scrumptious
Looked like Maestro in that one fit
Red robe in the club s***
Movie sucked
But that Bradley Cooper's really something

They say he flow like the devil, I guess the bar’s in hell
Sometimes when you the s***, niggas can’t handle the smell
Shorty thick as Adele, p**** wet as a snail
The s*** I get for free, niggas get it on sale

ima disrespect u like euphoria
i get my drip from the emporium
i need a drink so pour me up
i got her moaning like an orchestra
f***in four of em we orgied up
bust a porky nut in a foreign s***
im on maury bruh cuz i forced a nut
fresher than some orbit gum, i smoke petroleum

ima gynecologist psychologist
ima hop on it like a hot pocket
she gon dr-drop it she gon p-pop it
yea her twat rocket like a firing squad army
no sorry bother me, brain lobotomy,
onomateopoeia, shopaholic diva,
got a lotta eaters, yall a fraud a zebra
ima rock anitta, modern cock procedure
shawty got a seizure, shawty got amnesia
my cock sockin it, she glob globbin it
diagnostic s***, fire all my kids
rhinoceros and a hippopotamus
pathiologisis, drama scholarship
i want all of it, gimme dollar bills
all yall flauntin s***, yall mentally ill

Baudrillard on the mic
After much consideration:
I’m just gonna say what I like
Can’t find a hole in his argument, try as they might
It’s a fine line, but go ahead;
debate symbols and signs as much as you want, all night
My fathers study illuminated by a banker’s lamp light,
Doors open, observe a cadre of damned sights:
the Western canon bound in rare animal hides, preserved scorpion corpses,
monsters-as-paperweights carved in anthracite
Despite 200 million years that separate their lives,
tarantulas that died stuck in the same amber as trilobites,
Young sherm overlooking that Permian extinction timeline like man, that ain’t right 😢

(How the f*** did he get this s*** anyway)

Niggaz cap, alopecia
B**** foreign, somewhere from Asia
Intentions more transparent than water, Indonesia
P**** got ya in a chokehold, she trynna cage ya
P**** wet and juicy, oh yeah
P**** fat, I ain’t talking fantasia

Cut my way out the leather bound
Moth eaten thoughts which are yellow now
A hundred years on from who set it down
Fire up the kiln and melt the crown
Billows wailing
Ambergris then it's anguish
Scuttled ships the widows painted
Named after lovers who sat and waited
Overboard ashes
Write by lantern light in the cabin
Whatever's in the mist closed captioned
Just sound like my ancestors laughing

Sorry for the Hiatus, a Kaiyote ate my baby
So how’s the steak here? I’m sorry what’d you say, Jay-Z?
You said I should’ve taken the 500 racks?
Well let me tell you what you’re 6th studio album lacks…..

Stranded on a beach
With nothing to eat but my own two feet
I have a Bud Light A Rita mamacita
That ass looking softer than some fresh baked pita
Don’t know if you’re real
But can I cop a feel?
Hope that your pH is off and it’s a little congealed

shes screamin f*** me
bussin nuts like sunscreen
facial cleansing that's c***cream
she a vegan but she love meat

She sells herself by the sea shore
A matter of fact, it’s 3 w****s
But they don’t get paid
Until they complete chores
Hoes didn’t want me before
But the feeling is restored
Fly like a G4 with luxurious decor

Waiting for the day a random new gen rapper comes out and it’s just bars from this thread

even worse issa AI rapper

I’m halfway tipsy off the yellow Gypsy
A devious dawg, gonna text her to “lick me”
Like we choosing teams, hoes screaming “pick me”
But Jit knows cuffing a b**** is quite risky

Gold plated windows
gold painted d****s
she got a diamond on her c***
she shinin while she ridin on the d***
g4 pilots flyin thru the 6
mile high grindin she the type to lick the tip
no more beach house
im goin to sleep now
shawty suckin my meat now
i give that twat the beatdown

You goin to sleep? 🤨
Do I have the Glock on me? My brother, I keep.
S*** sounds louder than a beep from a Jeep
Cooking crack in a Beaker till the microwave “meep”

Dawg I’m a little drunk at the beach again 😜

But clearly this is the best space to get my bars off

sellin packs to them geekers they tweakin
i got xans and bandz and a eater she costa rican
or is she puerto rican? damn this w**** is geekin
back to the stacks in the streets
street sweeper meat cleaver
eliminate mean people

Well that’s one way to spell coyote

back off the homie
fore i whack off ur broski
not gon jack off ur whoadie
but ima knock the hat off yo shorty
sicem bad dogs the coyotes
so watch the tone, cody