Bary

[Verse 1: BATTTS]
Hello
I am here to give you two slices of bread
They surround my knuckles
I give you a knuckle sandwich
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Just for the information, that angry face is the one censoring swears
I am so angry I am swearing
And I do not swear in my music
Except when I say penile
I rip off your penile and feed it to a monkey
Monkey poos in your mouth
You see, these should sound positive to you as you have a scat fetish
Little did you know I installed a micro-organism bioweapon into the poop
It will empty your cum supplies and eventually you become only a sock
Of course, a sock beats a cum sock
But a sock has a much bigger weakness than a cum sock
Not that it is flammable, but that it can be covered in pee
Once again, sounds positive to you as you are also have a urine fetish
Although it will be the pee of the same monkey
As I am a genius, I created a second bioweapon that will remove all sock from your system
Leaving you with nothing but lil
This lil is a little big so I flatten it with my bulldozer driven by the same monkey
And now you are left with nothing
You are nothing
You are worth nothing
I am superior
And so is Gary, the person worth the second least in the known galaxy

[Verse 2: Gary the Cool Guy]
This is a collaborative song with a verse that is collaborating with another, less cool collaborative verse by a collaborative artist known as BATTTS the collaborator
You are so stupid that you have a degree in dumby ass muthafucka
You eat hot pies every day, well it burns your insides until you turn to steak and kidney soup in your sleep
Eat that
I got peas I got carrots whatchu want
Don't test me I ain't no student
But I'm still mocking you 'cause bitch you stupid
Ooh, bars, alright, it was wordplay on mock exams
Moving on
I be trippin' off tha benzos just to sleep
But still not bad as you cause you take heroin to breathe
Crackhead phony ass bummy-ass bitch
My mama hits you with flip flops like she did to me, broke boy
But when she does it to you she sticks thumbtacks to the bottom
It really hurts when it hits the shoulder blade so get ready
Spaghetti in my belly, but not in yours
I stole your spaghetti out of the fridge
Jokes on me it was laced with a billion milligrams of cyanide, cause you were meant to eat the spaghetti and die from it, too bad
I have the tolerance for it as I am cool, unlike you who would have died from it
Although you can't die from it now since I have eaten it, however, what you will die from is this song
Beating you up every day
What's that coming over the hill?
It's a brick thrown at the back of your head whilst you were looking at the hill because you got distracted, gullible twat
This is my response to your diss
When you diss me back after this EP this is what I will say to you:
Lalalalala I'on hear you nigga
It's about time to wrap it up now, this verse will end at the exact second I stop talking
And along with it your existence, better pray I don't stop talking