Your Purse
• Written by IshTALKER
IshTALKER's Notes
Photo By Legendary ACBA Artist: Kendel Gray
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The bag, your purse, this ain't my first rehearsal
Been done bagged your verse don't take it personal
Bagged up crack, advertised on TV commercials
Go back, discount your vocab like Target Circle
What's yours is mine and my minds maligned
So my lines designed to redefine divine
Your assigned rhymes misaligned
Suffer signs of supine, unlimited supply
Of administered lies, I minister
Your life, Mr. Sinister when I write, finish you
With a slight, twist of the wrist anytime
On a Mic... Jake Paul, better be ready to fight
When I see you onsite, Iron Mike fixin
To bite, your bag sitting a little bit light
My bad, you simp in disguise, I'll thinly slice
Skin from your replies like Khloe Kardashian thighs
I will break your fucking collar bone
Dollars gone, Agatha did it all along
The acumens accurate, action
Is immaculate, the definition of classic
An exhibition for Master Bruce Lee, press repeat
To slice open a loose leaf, I'm best of breed
The Lord of the Rings, hotter than Lil Wayne 500 degrees
Porn fiend born King home court horned being
Who walks to the beat of his own drum, lonesome
On one, sharp tongue go dumb
Full-time Shogun, focused
Magnum Opus, flow ferocious
Like Mufasa's roar, my flow built proper
No missing parts... In a cave, Tony Stark
You playing the role of my little brother Scar
And it doesn't pain me to see hyenas tearing you apart
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IshTALKER
Member since November 9 2020