Battling Apart (feat. Funy)

Hart lookin mad fine Ima hit him with a decline Gonna steal his hoes But he's giving blows Kinda fruity and he knows He froze when I exposed You claiming your hispanic While Sailing across the Atlantic Saying your name, in panic Giving you manic A little white boy That i'll destroy I'm gonna deploy Well ships ahoy Gonna cook you like salmon While i'm launching this cannon Hiring an assassin We ain't talking about Shannon Gonna run you over You coming with that odor I'm a better coder Leaving you some exposure Battling Apart Your weak as a link Shooting you with this dart It's gonna make you shrink Making you weep from a beat You ain't comin back Now we doin this crack It's gonna make me black Blacker than shaq I'm racking up these plagues Putting you in a phase I'm doing these slays Just give me a raise The games has just begun Ima have a little fun Let's be honest I just won Your whiter than the sun Your a teacher's pet After this your gonna reset Recording this cassette Sending you to the vet Your rizz is harassment Your just a fragment Now you're a abashment Or maybe just a detachment Your ego is bad You wish you had a dad His name was Vlad That's kinda sad A tuna fish out in the sea Gonna burn you like 5th degree Your are weak, you talk like your three Sending you back to jubilee i'm a nominee Your bad at pvp Now your EDP Throwing an Emp Im inhaling this hemp Helping me prep Gonna stab you with led I ain't giving you head You heard what I said You better runaway before your dead *BUUUURP* Hart you vape, rape, eat grapes Get away you fucking ape What's in your History I know you like a mystery Im getting this victory Hitting this griddy Your rhymes are shitty You look so pretty Like a kitty Get out of the closet Make a deposit Give me my profit What's in your pockets You act nice Eating rice F*ck that rice Get a life Your getting attacked By a rat Getting smacked Smoking crack While you sang I'm on my way F*ck the Gays On a day You bragging a lot After this you gonna get shot Your one of my thots Or one of my slots I can pull Your a full of bull Stop pulling my leg You Lookin like greg Clamin your hart Whiter than bleach In our race your a disgrace This is the freedom of speech I'm bouta bust Gonna thrust Your ass is robust Let me adjust Don't Even talk to me She was three I didn't agree Couldn't you see My rap is my game I go up in flames Look at them veins Seeing your remains Your bad at fort Go on my court Kind of Short Your a stool, just a tool Get hoes Giving blows Piss in them clothes I don't think he knows