this song will NOT make you change your life, just your pants - MONDAY BARS 8 (prod. k4stet)

Got on this phonk type beat for MONDAY BARS 8. Think I did pretty gangster, what you think?

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(PROD. k4stet)
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LYRICS:

Whit hitman with hits man
Idea execution, executives watch speech, only board you speak through Ouija
That’s peachy, better bow sir if you see me
Lives 99 and power unbeaten
I been biking, too tired
The rest use training wheels need to lose license
How you gonna race me on the route I ride every day, game namesake
Way I drive got those dudes dying, why you in the line?
Dress for success but on the week wear my handmedowns that ain’t where I’m tryna succeed
On the beats I got the cleanest fit on, white sneaks Hawaiian tees and cargo pants to sit on
Sip on blue Koolaid and switch from Diet Coke to caffeine pills cuz the bills high and income low
What you gotta do when you’re addicted and ill, every track dropped is a written will, my bucket list to kill
Fuck it. Needs to be filled.
Your rap briar to my concertina wire
Your trash talk hold no water, oh dear Elisa!
Beatin’ baby bitches to death with nursery rhymes, their voice breaking, chords dry
Fuck a knife dog I’ll use my canines and incisors!
I’m a fucking animal
For me to calm down grab me my Fun Dip and Purple Danimals
I’m the pundit of this shit learn from my words no manual
My sanity’s unsatiated I go cannibal!
Y’all’s brains are all bent, don’t get the age of consent, just keep to yourselves, hell,
Bitch you can sleep in your tent
Got dropped cuz you ain’t paid your rent, and it’s funny cuz the only ones mad are the fat dads or old whores that need to repent
YALL NEED TO KEEP TO THE BENCH
GET SOME FRIENDS, A JOB, INDEEDS FREE, GENTLEMEN
PLEASE GET TO YOUR SENSES YOU DIE IF YOU TRY TO STEP TO THE MAN
Wanna be acronym tryna make that capital
Proper noun like APR, cash non-taxable
Under the table undercase letters earning no cap at all
Y’all in debt to the devil on their towers of babel
I cause casualties casually, back to the battle scene
On track tragedies, I hunt and kill ‘em not worth the trophy no taxidermy
I earned it but burned ‘em, I spit tiger pit Burmese
Your water dry got em on the tap out
Boy on rap now lines cut like shrapnel
Like a bitch way I blow and you back out
Boys a light weight bound to be a black out, count down
3 2 1 BLAOW
Sound surrounds feel these kicks round house
8 0 8s go loud, ground pound,
Y’all get drowned out, better bow down
Head ‘em out now
I grand Marshall
Camels, marbles
Can't compare to my air, you choke on cancer brands, Marlboro
Speak the finest of fonts but y’all rough, sands comical
Feel phenomenon, man I phenomenal
Make ‘em kneel, hits to abdominal
Chatter teeth
On their knees how they fill their mouths with me
Bros know man’s cold, call me abominable
I massacre acres, shots hit ain’t asking for tracers
Damn I’m amazing,
Bald boy, bring it back to the basics, just face it,
I’m on my satellite you still on landline
You takin’ saddle rides, I man mine
It ain’t even I’m leavin’ ‘em seizin’
You got the odds by standing? I got the shots on standby
Fuck it I melee
Waylay with a mace straight to your face
Drop the mag and stab ‘em with my bayonet blade
Ninja no injure fade with a garden spade
In my age smack your brain with my walking cane!
I’m a workhorse this my hay day
I get these words in order and deliver same day
Gonna have to wait on pay day cuz I bring down your planes got you yellin’ “MAYDAY! MAYDAY!”
MAYDAY, MAYDAY MAYDAY!!!
Yeahhh, that’s right.
That’s gonna be you.
Bitch.
Get ‘em to forget you exist, Nelson Mandela
Name irrelevant, forgot how you spelled it
Dudes useless making music like they Hellen Keller
Boy thinkin’ he felt it, man, someone gotta tell him!
There’s no cheat codes no one can help ya
Think they troopers I blue shell ya
Rhymes taking lives though I’m young these lessons are elden
Tryna get wild on bitches like that one from Legend of Zelda
You know that one in the game, I forget her name
The one with blonde hair, I think she’s the main character you play as.
Yeah, yeah that one, that bitch hot
I doubled the length of this beat
I had to rap on only the hihat to begin with
A minute forty of rappable beat on a 3 minute track is crazy
That’s all I’m sayin