16 Bars #2 - 18 June 2019

Today, I just messed around for a little while. The last piece turned into a poem, so, I structured it in a way where each line has eight syllables. I also tried my hand at some battle rap. Nothing serious.

Cheese head with thirteen on his back./

Best cheese in the world, dog, this shit is crack.

My flow's hotter than pepper jack; jalepeno/

in your peehole! Don't try this, mijo./

[Scheme]

The Swiss are known for their cheese,

but we got Swiss beats hittin' keys./

We could light up your pad,/

put sixteen in your lab./

You aint a scientist,/

You're more like a rat./

And you're not even that good at rappin'./

Like Digiornio, your delivery's lackin'./

[Rebuttal-if someone says I'm breathing loud]

You should've prepped more for me,/

fuck your dead life's story./

You're god damned boring,/

that's why I'm snoring./

Your girlfriend's like a fat heifer./

Dumb with a blank stare./

When you were in jail, in your butt, there was a shank there./

When your children are hungry, who do you think cares?/

Nope, not one of us in here./

You came at me way under prepared./

[Inspired by battle rap]

Are you willing to hike to the top of Mount Fuji?/

Are you willing to shoot to the moon?/

Have you read Plato's Republic?/

Have you contemplated life on shrooms?/

Do you practice everyday in the mirror?/

Do you revise your rhymes without filler?/

Can you quack like a duck?/ Can you talk like a man?/

Are you catching my drift?/

No? Well, shut the fuck up, then!/

Next time you're at the construction sight, and you think about that shank in your ass./

Just know it's not too late to change your life, but people are still gonna' laugh./ Is it true? Did you use some kind of lubrication? Keep that to yourself.

Did you put the blade in first or the handle?/

Look, dog, it's cool. I took a psychology class in highschool.

You weren't supposed consume all of those drugs that you had./

Rule number one in the drug game,/

you're supposed to sell the drugs, mane./

Instead you took all of your cocaine/

and stuffed it in your dull brain./

Did you at least get a bitch to fuck you? Was she ugly? Did she say that she loved you?

Suppressor on the end of the barrel

So, change your parameters,

You're not a scientist just because you do the drugs./

You're more like a lab rat.

[Started as a rap, turned into a poem]

Cheese head with thirteen on his back./ Best in the world! This shit is crack./ My flows hotter than pepper jack;/

jalepeno! Try this, mijo./

If you thought the Swiss had it good,/

drive up to Wisconsin for curds./

The milk's fresh, and from the utter./

Can't fake, can tell one from other./

Clean cows eat cleaner than vegans./

Old mavericks cleared from the region./

Every bull's within devil's wire./

Steaks become tender with hot fire./

When dawn crept in like a whisper./

Young Leppy with his full belly,

Strummed his guitar and played silly./