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~I'm instructing my dark side~ to ~destructively cost lives~./
I'm ~shoving some large knives~ in your ~guts till your heart dies./
Blacks with whips and chains who ~suffered and lost lives~./
Birthed slaves with jewelry and ~luxury car rides~./
Mandela should've been ~shut behind bars tried~./
I'll grab a saw, rope you, then ~cut you Apartheid~ (apart tied)./
Yeah, fighting oppression, thanks for your enlightening lesson on what a bitch is,
I was gonna have a bar bout your avatar but don't comment on dick pics,
Got a new strap, breaking all laws when I bring this,
Well, except the laws of average when it pop n it hit 'mist
Your bars are old, but I still don’t think that shit’s mature.
The material was only “a part tied”, and left Bag insecure?
You and Mandela? oh sure, it links well;
Cuz, you both wrote about being in-cells.
I got so many bullets with names on, you can read the mags.
I got cold intents, shoulda packed in sleeping,Bags.
I’mma put Bag in a box when I’m over rapping.
Nah I’m on my Alec Baldwin shit; no offence meant, I was only acting.
For every punch that you drop, we laugh and we doubt you
Cuz ya name's "Virb/Verb", but ain't no action about you!
I just sit back and watch you with a foul grin
Cuz all you do is stretch ya punches just like Dhalsim
No Street Fighter, and you ain't hard to battle
Only fights you had in the street, was punching tar and gravel
You're not hard to handle, I'm awesome with the writin'
Don't get stomped to death again by the horses of Poseidon...!
I kill bitches for weight, you got a kilo then you can die next,
you can get ya glass jaw shattered over that pie Rex,
I got a one of a kind blade collection, course it's true,
I got a self-made adamantium sword or two,
They'll find em during your autopsy n be all confused,
When it's over-Rex, they won't know what they saw in you
It's nothing for me to dismantle *ags
I must work at the airport the way I handle Bags
And for ya lack of respect I'm putting the gat to ya neck
The world knows you as being straight...but that's just the Mandela Effect!
An "Excellent listener?" Come on, dude, that's rich
All that means is that you eavesdrop like a bitch
Then most likely snitch, so just cut it out, homie
I'm 'bout to bag Bag like I'm bagging groceries for oldies...!
At high school you were voted the most likely to cure sex,
Put the bag down, when bag up that's not something you can endure rex,
you sniff hard bash, your favourite items of clothing; unitard, sash,
Plus you can't rap, if you ever heard rex on track it's a car crash
We ain’t nameplay the same way... let’s see...
Rexb...
Could he be more of a public embarrassment? hardly,
It’s like dumping an ex in the middle of Arby’s.
Bet I make him go and bolt like lightning from Raiden
Make Vir go & bitch up, since his sign is the maiden
Mike Tyson vs Jackson, get your sinuses caved in
Vintage board games how his Life is just fadin
Reap what you sow pussy, I grab a scythe and get brazen
Now they pourin’ Vir gin like his hymen was breakin
This boy is nothing but a joke it's definite
Your initials don't make you anywhere CLOSE to Eminem
Or Marilyn Manson, talking with marbles in your mouth like a South American accent
No way anyone will confuse us the comparison's lacking
Stuck the shiv in after I punch your ribs in
Last anyone seen Motley's Crew they were all dressed up like a bunch of bitches
Tumble n weed, the ultimate creep,
Bake n wake must be someone I could cook in my sleep,
Sounding like breakfast in bed, catchin an easy daze
Plus you're a rent boy - bake n strips for that greasy plate
Novel concepts, what I write is just schoolin’ you
It’s not Cliff’s notes, get him primed for The Crucible
Burn his ass to ashes cause this fire’s immutable
Cause I just finished Wake, now it’s time for the funeral
All your shit is basic, boy you have no innovation
Plastics in the water, I’ll leave bag thrown in a basin
Try and drop a single, bet your raps won’t hit the stations
Airport conveyer belts the last time Bag was in rotation
We ain’t nameplay the same way... let’s see...
I’mma leave Marion to carry on like an emcee.
Got the crowd crying ‘type it again’, I said, gee...
I’mma leave Marrion as carrion, like an ‘M’ ‘c’.
All your lines green rookie, trust me it’s Kratom-like
Wack at text in ‘22, little buddy should hate his life
Your best shot’s shit, my worst punch is a fatal strike..
So if Virb Ate ‘Em bar-for-bar, then it must be a blatant bite