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  1. Well sonny lad I drink like a passing fad, still shootin rhymes make you leap like like my Cutty tab. While candy sound cool, somewhere round kinder school, I quickly found booze as my life supporting tool. I might be a whino, jesus give rine cold, at least I pleased to read police you rhymes though. Even though I drink don't consider my spitter weak, I'll tear through your flower while you bend in the shower feelin regained power I emerge as you cower, throw fifty bucks, chuck, and be in-time for happy hour. (Wink!) (Wink) Brang-It!
  2. Duh, duh, ninja, wank, wank. Li'l Ninja: What you got against drunken bums son? You just made an enemy of Bar Fly C, please believe skill spills my spit drip completely unscripted leaven you shit ripped and seized. Knees all covered in feces, ninja species teased sexually pleased greased geese and fiends, equipment under conscripment leans clean leaven disease by the seen. What this means??? Well, you see... I know your steize Bruce prepubescent Lee, tryin ta rhyme free at all of thirteen. I know things seem weird and you think that you're feared, but your body is changing you'll most likely be queer. So mind your yapper next time you chat hear, and will keep you around despite your wack *lyr. *(Lyrics) Duhhuh! Duhhuh! Bar Fly C- Brang It!
  3. While you was talkin ta rap I was conversin wit hiphop, assertive perv and notorios pick pock, he told me rap done, finger caught the slipnot, there can only be one, persuasive way ta spit thought. I thought about it then turn and look calm, them that oppose churn mic tight wit sweaty palm, you thought you were impressive please save a pipe bomb, these dudes need a lesson session in agressive fight songs. Trust ya first instinct, bow down man-clown ain't no room for lipsinc, besides breath prove ya lips stink, everybody knew you and Milli Vanilli suck tha tube steak. Oh jeez it's almost August, sorry ta hafta thump ya, thoughts must be Arduous. Remember lifes like ya mother, a sloppy slit, saggy tit, b*tch who loved my member. Brang it! Bar Fly C-
  4. Sorry I've been in suspended animation, too much work no breaks for assassination. Check your rearview view dude, It's me in tha backseat relax and breath deep fo the corkscrew come through. Somebody give'em an applaud, dude post once with a mean locked hook jaw my blitz left him stuned not sure what he tinky saw. I wanna tell brief story, never knew glue till cement seals your worry, you thought you be good never close to gory, I come through with tunes tools rip hole to your scully. Split brain down the center splinter, wood shards arc lanes threw the right, no the left ear. Oh by good golly slice gut for jolly, we have fun here but always room for folly. Shaken Shakespeare follow hollow godless souls awaken late tears, only to mate fears left over from queer jeers. Keyless century left late guard from sentry, one jimmy slim through win and I'm in, instant entry. Now your brain stains your upholstery, insane pain lent to your nutty bloody convulsing, can't say I was disgusted found guts quite amusing, revel in evil, stench left crews woosy... Sorry to anyone who's been killed with a corkscrew in their own vehicle... Bar Fly C Brang it!
  5. You want me ta start spitin then? Look-up, look-down, enter stage right wit'em Babadaaaaa! Learn ya lesson gentmen, do thoughts lead ta my pleasure one hafta measure how your face got busted in. I wrote in coded codex, flex cursed the bow hex he didn't know space save the safe throw his toe next. Annual night bust leave rust like pipe dust, stifle, cough, that goop for gun wash, left me no choice but Heineken goulash. I think I saw soap scum, drip form the pipes and there his hopes swung, I guess I shouldn't be down there, seen to much might hafta lye here. Look up body turnin blue,strange how you stare at things your not supposed to. It's like girl naked first time, didn’t know daddy was bad news read body by the coastline, she was 19 just, unbridled lust everything was cool good til the last bust. It's like the state fair, everything moving til you see the plates rare, but don't eat your utensils, counseled never was on eardrums and pencils, ouch friend wound make my head spin, he tries to yell death fell, can't hear his breath end. no more I guess that's to much story, look in the mirror that me hanging gory, true tory going out like a glory see you in the next wreck unless I find it boring.
  6. Yea boy bands aren't cool but I bet if we started a vegan boy band it would be friggin huge!
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