bars

I got bars you got chores ya your a jerk I'm berserk ya ya ya I kick ya between hundred percent ya you only get paid a cent ya ya i beat ya up and then I make ya cry, try me bitch stop pretending to be rich ya the power of bars got me here in the first place you can't even tie your shoe lace ys you know I'm smart you never get luck in March ya your just some guy that thinks he can do anything but really I'm the king I'm the king I'm not some average kid you look like some ugly witch ya your a big jackass ya you don't even have packs yaya your just stupid nigga and you look like a gorilla try me bitch ya smell like shit not my fault you can't even do a thunderbolt ya bitch I got good aims your gang is called the lames ya don't underestimate God or you'll get caught ya don't be devil or you will reach a bad level ya the heavens made me into a mighty angel and I'm fateful yeet