liricyst:

Penpul? What does that mean bro?

Kineticist:
I will spank you with my sublime rhyme/
Might take you out with a damn line..but this is just a freestyle...so I saved my dime line
....So nigga get your pegs ready and keep a space on the ropes cos....
......Your ass is on the line/



I hit on your bae first and eventually popped her cherry/
..I'm jack the ripper so I jacked and ripped her in my chevy/
Lyrically better than you by far
......eveloped with hatred, so I came with bars made of soured vinegars and wild berries/
...But you gat so much love,so you came out me with milk,cream,butter punchlines..how 'diary'



I stay firm even when my boss said..."You are fired"/
Some ask me,what are made of...how were you wired/
I tell em..its just that heavenly strength I only required
....But from what I inquired/
..You are a lazy fool...You reminds me of bicycles,you can't even stand on your own..you too 'tired'/



I leave punches on every mouths like its day for jaws/
..my crew never leaves without me...so they wait for boss/
.....I only came here cos I heard FFR is a game of swords/
..So I brought my A game,and did a 'theatrical rehearsal' about puns since it was just a 'play on words'/

Penpul:


when we talking about a god, penpal is the man to show/ a supernatural spitter that could get your fans invoke/ a wild sea drowning every surfer, even this small 'K knows' he can't stand my flow/

niggas call me an heavyweight cos of the bar I carry/ niggas call you a lightweight, you're far from average/ I come with the glock/ to shoot the bum in his block/ he jumps and duck like matrix/ then I come with the shooting ball, he couldn't 'miss the cannon' even if he's the man to Mariah Carey/

see, I'm so on line/ above your prime/ you couldn't 'power' up to me if you 'work overtime'/

I'll fight this dummy/ with no knife, weaponry/ have the guy demolished/ when I strike with punches/ he's too lame to stand with the underdawg, but we can still call him a 'dawg' cos he has a biting hobby/




#penpal

Kineticist:
I freestyle off the top..no need for that 'pen poo'/
..I gat that weapons that can end you/
Thereafter come to your grave-side with funny mourners that will only laugh at you/
...So save the 'beef' bars and 'stick' in it in your ass...or I'ma tell my Chef cum undertaker to make you accept this 'baba cue'/



I bring that extra spice..what you bring are corny/
...Heard some shots were fired..and no name calling/
..Don't make me bring the guns out...cos when ℓ̊ see the butts and the triggers..I get so hornyy/
I Hid the footage of my last battle..cos that sh!t was gory/
.....You are just an amateur player
I'm a 'seasoned' baller...Call me Stephen 'Curry'

Supermiy:
the dude above me..which weapon is named K??

Kineticist:

The game just started and its a blood sport/
...Shoot or get shot/

ELYMAXiimus:

it's a slang for gun.

Supermiy:
the dude above me..which weapon is named K??

LhoOd:
kalashnikov?

LhoOd:
kalashnikov?

JigsawKillah:
if what I'm cooking is bad beef, then it's from yo pot
they say my stuff ain't wow, wow! If yours is, it's from the cops

Kineticist:
I take you off your dome and put you in my zone with no comfort/
...You better brace yourself before you come forth/
The game just started and its a blood sport/
...Shoot or get shot/
Aint referring to an internet connection but where you are is an Hotspot/



I'm logan with twice the strength of hulk Hogan/
Try not to study me or else or you'll be kicked out from the Program/
You claim to be a musical genius but you gonna die young like Melchior Hoffman/
.....I will kill the Music in you after I'm done with your cells, tissues and eventually your 'Organ'/

Supermiy:
the dude above me..which weapon is named K??

My skills like hammer landin', GBOON!/ I learnt from
harder goons/
I'm used to fightin' bare-chested, Ogun state governor
'll be providin' my armour soon

you're a broke asss
bytch, my diabolical writtens are designed for pauper/




we're not equal, I'm a god on this ground,
you can call me a Landlord/

You claim to be a musical genius but you gonna die young like Melchior Hoffman/
.....I will kill the Music in you after I'm done with your cells, tissues and eventually your 'Organ'/

dj5naira:


I'd cast him out with my deathly pure scripture/ if he was a dj, he'd be one out o' those many poor mixers/
Tz either u have worm, drank poison or an imbecilo, ...you are no heavy spar spitter/

An info fa you, your boo is a merry w.hore stripper/ what he claims isn't sickness, this is clearly fear, rigor/
He's just re-editin' dopes' lines, he's not in anyway sicker/

I'll eat him . . . berry, pear, Snickers®/ large mistakes on the go, this fairy err bigger/
Like the feelings of athletes when they lose ... he'd be weary, sore, bitter/

They rep cele4life, u never see him or his cherry wear slippers/ in freestyle ur slow, ya barely near quicker/
Most o' ya ideas been “overused” like ya “hairy tar knicker!!”/

Gargle gin, then spit on his face freshly clear liquor/ his laziness stirred with his foolishness, a very rare mixture/
K is gentle, he a baby parrot in the costume of a scary bear figure/

His 'structure' rarely scare Jigger/ i'd breakdown the teddybear 'villa!'/
What's Gwan? Open your eyes to these razz key~monos, Mr. "see everywhere" nigga/

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