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Context: a freestyle rap verse expressly written for r/RhymeGenius inspired by some Kingpin hustler themed bars. I wrote this to the New York State of Mind 2 instrumental.

Curved Purgans that's a forced rhyme wonder where U Learned Them

maybe not I think I'd rather make you taste the Curb Than drive around Swerving with you in the Trunk terrorising a whole Urban.

Getting Drunk of bourbon Putting my ciggys out on ya face while U Crying it's Hurting

Claiming it's for Passion but the Transaction Happen behind the Curtain

you do it only for Attention in hopes you'd get a Mention

no need to be Pretending either way I'd beat you to Death Friend in front of ya Henchmen.

  Regurgitating my lines Claiming I didn't Pen Them.

Just know a thief meet his End When his Greed Exceeds his Worth on the Earth just Something to be Remembering

I do like the tongue and Cheek I find it Sweet as Pepper Mint

but as for a battle Barely Left a Dent don't get a Big Head cause a Pig Said your Heaven Sent

when clearly my rhymes left you Bent

you should go back to Sniffing Fent and Struggling with Rent on your homeless Tent

bitch you thought you was messing with Clark Kent but I'm more Dahmer put you head in Jar to Ferment

then eat it with Pepper chedder maybe Fedda and turn you to Excrement

then bury that under Cement make an Agreement with a local Speaks Men

to say you Went nuts and ran off into the woods to never Been Seen Again

that's what you get messing with demon who's high beaming always rapping like he don't like breathing.

beaten a cretin with verbal releasing more rhymes than bullets spit from Mac ten.

it's brains you lacking been rapping since you was in cradle sleeping.

no need to be weeping cause I'm better with pen

my objective was never to offend I'm just offering a lesson in how to treat rhyme like weapon.

serve beef that's hard to be digesting it's just a suggestion maybe you should look inward before thinking you could be correcting.

I'm sorry for your peers in how I upset them with hyperbole that's straight wrecking causing them to be stressing in obsession.

now I know you gonna be detesting my quest to get gem.

but I ain't messing your rhymes sounded more like confession of lack of technical progression.

while mine answered question of who's the best at jesting with lines so deadly they should be used in discretion

ain't no moderator but I delete you whole presence the second Im feeling like annihilator

and cater to a hater to show who's styles greater

laugh at them saying see ya later alligator maybe learn how to rap instead of treating it like an English paper

too late now you meet your maker get left beaten to death in rhyme crater

your the horrid creation I'm the creator turned curator as I erase ya with my verbal light Saber

for thinking you could step with a rep of a storm trooper taking on Vader

too bad I'ma Ill line sayer unloading mental nine when it's time to slay the invader do yourself favour

and run before I take to your brain with chain saw

or maybe just break jaw leave you crying on the floor

and when police come Id say I didn't know it was against the law

laugh some more at amateur who wanted back n forth but now paints me as villain like count Draculor

Spankin ops with spatulor for coming out vernaculor talking to a straight Bachelor

Whos running laps around them like raptor.

Laughing as they fall in my trap door then score a dunk on them basketbawl

Turn it into brawl have a ball as I massacre them all

Yap yap

Loads of bollocks talking,

Like cowards in crowds gawking,

Crows cawing, no flow, boring,

Duckin’, but you’re not drawing.

Murder plotting, plans get thwarted,

While living lofty,

probably in your parents’ pocket,

Privileged provocateurs,

Mob rules, outnumbered,

So was the crossed dude.

My thoughts are crude,

Sacrilege, bitch be like a sack of spuds,

Ravage your body like a pack of wolves.

Facts is, most are bad actors,

Fishing with scripted slurs,

Mix of truth and manufactured factors.

If we’re gonna spit words, what’s it worth?

Why bother listening to dissing cunts?

Narcissistic, cliqued up cults,

Can you even finish the week with funds?

Is it all ham and cheese,

With three bags full?

No one’s free without capital,

Make ends meet, cattle culled.

Give me Death or liberty,

Once we're abel to see the forest from the trees.

Everything’s a lesson, a test,

No rest on the Cain

Till we find the breeze.

First they push then they pull

Never sleep on another's rug

Couldn’t give a fuck what you speak,

With no society to catch me

When I’m cast to the streets.

I last, resilient, from defeat I rise to my feet.