60 Bar Therapy Session

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Asia Major

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Yeah
This a 60 bar therapy session
Writing this song jazz Chisholm on second
Spitball ideas while the marlins play the Phillies
Dark arts like Carlin my bits give the willies
Started off rhyming just for the shits and gigglies
Wrote a verse to Johnny P's Caddy, when it hit me
I might have a knack for rap after all
Turned a new leaf another chapter in the tome
Work and go home and write for hours on end
Fresh lyrics spring forth like fountains from the pen
Dream of fans standing, screaming, and cheer
But I'm happy with anyone who lends me an ear
It's all up from here, started without a single soul
And finally got the guts to send my best friends demos
Hello there's a new face in town
Driving with bass loud for moms to go and cry about
In the parking lot, blasting me some Kendrick
Complained it was explicit I told em it was Hendrix
Apologize for absolutely nothing
I know I sent that letter, you can bet that I was bluffing
Type of person that's prone to bad days
Bout half as charismatic as a stack of old ashtrays
So nasty that its no time for laughing
Mind ya own business keep everybody happy
Everybody glad to see everyone get along
So pipe down and take you ass back to where it came from
Keep in ya own lane and stayin a no name
Rap to impress expect less than no grace
Flow smooth as butter, cut through with no trouble
Rhymes like a hot knife, picture the foes shudder
Pray to what you know, whatever floats your boat
Beg until you choke saying "Jesus take the rudder"
God damn, some people so ridiculous
Go and take a mile when you only gave an inch
Bitch, nobody fucking likes you
Cant make me flinch no matter how hard you try to
I'm like a kid on Christmas when the tears flow
Maybe this experience will humble your ego
Though I highly doubt it, you're just too stupid
If foolish was a language then you'd be fluent
That right, I went there consider it a low blow
Low brow one step higher than yo mama jokes
That my style though flyer than a crow
Stay spittin flames like fire in the hole
Expose you like "no I am your father"
Talent is explosive like I tossed the granada
Shrapnel in the air flying to and fro
All in its vicinity don't know where to go
If I ain't writing then I'm sleeping or I'm dead
One thing on my mind no time to make the bed
Instead, I'm picking up the pen
I work much better alone so no head
All is well, with the wand I cast a spell
I've got more rhymes than the south got cartel
Think I'm going crazy, truly off the chain
I'd caca on more people but no one even knows their name
Inside joke if you know you know
And if that piece of shit is here: welcome to the show
Rap cold now you never would've guessed
I thought about killing you, I feel like Mr. West

This a sixty bar rhyme
Technically 64 after these little lines
Take what you hear on this song with discretion
Pair it with some salt, it's a therapy session

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