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Bartek:
yo, im travelling notes/ cats coughin like they pulling on bottletokes, that's BarTek in capitols/ my monumental stance is ample/ in size and the pen-is, mightier/ i'm walking, triga-nometry, cause i tek-nically, am on point like 3d origami tree's/ it's a chess game, i'm sittin on the first lane/ yo, check me, it's a Pawn Gnome/ Parental Guidance y'all, this cat, spittin raps for children's ears wit an explanation/ come on, we ain't searching for a lesson, from mommie and daddy, either you battlin/ or baby sittin Pee Gee's, or BEE GEE's in ya 8 track player, it's over, okayplayer?/ right, i make those, sentences bend those, punches, fit for a king, but caught in pg's hunches/ it's Peasent Gnome, shorter than the Hunchback of Notre Dame/ welcome to your induction, a classroom full of taller orcs than you hobbling/ imma push you around, for a lil bit, this diss has gone past your functions/ i program lunches, and serve hot dishes, while you still scratch n'sniff those titties/ mmm, yumm, another one, by the one, that comin for the crown/ *turns to crowd/ pipe down a minute, im tryinna swat a fly/ mental game, was too easy dunn, had you calling buy, before we met, while i/ have a news report, you dropped a verse and still hit way too short/ you in the range, but your far-sighted like your battle plan/ don't you understand?/ you a tank/ and im bazooka joe pointed at ya barrel/ filling your gums while i burst your babble/ im giving daps, but really, ya jus being silly thinkin you could step to tek/ ain't even said i'd kill you once, or called you a fag, nah, i don't do it like that/ this the battle of wits, so maybe if you re-buttle, you'll re-settle, the re-cently subtle/ right, i'm trouble and you in my cyclone/ you want me uncle? shit, i pick you off my shoes like shit i stepped on/ in the grass first and then the gravel, gotta wipe ya away like settled/ brow swet, toss it to the pavement, and say fid'duck that/ ayo, them kids that be squakin, don't bother votin, cause this too grown for you token's/ you jus a flowthrough, imma row to, the end of the waterfall, and piss in pg's cornflakes/ eat them, dork, it's breakfast and you just woke up/ a 3rd verse, more on point, than the last round/ an editorial/ i was broadcastin from a universe beyond your factual/ i never let go, got this sucka on a chain, travellin like a train/ yo/ uh huh, you neva thought i'd leave my vowel out/ this verse, read it twice, cause, a 22. is a time out/ a lil bait for the ignorant/ 22 is my yearly mind cloud, rainin another dawn upon the lime light/ i see ya comin for my crown but/ wish it was so doggie dog/ we battlin like ketchup vs. mustard/ you're the second pick that flows like custard/
PG:
call this your buy Bartek you lonely asswiper with empty pockets only pass the piper what the heck is a Bartek? inedible? incredible? animal vegetable or mineral? Just minimal with pen n all ya letter keys on bended knees for me to drop this watch this cocked fist ya shock poster mock pollster even gd knows you got naught in ya holster of verbs take shots to bolster ya nerves slim pickings like you is strictly for the nerds I feed ya to the birds I drop seeds not words haven't ya heard PG don't battle me can't rattle me Ya dick will fly as I liquefy and serve you with a ladle B to the needy Te to the Ha to the Te laughing my way to Tahiti Bartek got too greedy so I snatched his stash now he ticked off like ash eating his own snake oil shit and licking his ass his quickening has passed and I'm back in the thick again at last well as thick as it gets ya cats is all out classed it's like the govenator going postal on the kindergarten class Tek call god and beg her to let most of y'all in the garden fast it's like I'm the sun and I'm about to pass gas oh what a blast can you suckers here me laugh it's fucking corny but I still stand above you like a Giraffe but I love ya like a good employer loves his staff I'll only embezzle half here's the tip Diane Sawyer Yukon You on snatch yours cause the feeling might fizzle fast and there's Tek with a twizzler in the bath Mr. Gummo he ain't that dumb though but he can barely hum so how he gonna rhyme? he like faulty smurf breaking down all the time he fall to the turf cause I'm shaking ground all the time In every mall on this earth they got one or more of his kind they ain't hard to find but you can discard them like an orange rind get to the Pulp n Gorge ya mind ayo I'm out for now but I want y'all to know I've had a gorgeous time next cat better put more than porridge on the line I'm tired of cats laying down to explore the pine Phonetic Grappling I came here to get mine bent Tek like a sapling my name round here is strychnine Now I demonstrate what my venom state My insidious vernacular of hideous atrocity spectacular brought hot with velocity...impact incurred now Tek just sauce to me like all cats after me he met with catastrophe my text mastery while Teks just atrophy into inconsiderable shriveled drivel of pitiful syllables for the sheer win's sake no less my mere intake of breath still kill em all phffffff phffffffff phffffffffff aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
"There is nothing more poetic, but depressing than a male writer" -yours truly
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