BING FREESTYLE (throwaway)

[Verse 1: soraxleblanc]
I went through six hoes in two months, I need a therapist
That's some fucking real shit, Imma say it again
I went through six hoes in two months, I need a therapist
Was five years old, my dad passed me a plug, he told me, "Cherish it"
I hit my plug and said, "There ain't a drug that he ain't carrying"
Damn linebacker, break your shoulders wide, no, I ain't marrying
I don't- I don't like this, I'm gonna change- I'm gonna change the flow
Uh, two fat hoes on my bed, they both broke my springs
Bugs bunny money, 24 karats on my rings
I'm a weird nigga, fuck Google, Imma open Bing
Polyamorous bitch on my dick, it's an open thing
My strap like my bitch, pull them out, they both double D's
I left the chop bitch, I'm Ray Allen, I'm dumping threes
I'm walking in a room with my opps, they all started jumping me

Man, fuck the producer, I'm really about to fuck up this-
One [?], two hands, my wrist fighting over custody
She thought that I was loyal, she a dumb bitch for trusting me
She keep coming back, she said she can't get enough of me
I'm keeping on my stack, I just can't get enough of green
I'm giving orders out, "Sir, yes sir", like Major Payne
I'm really off the pole on a chicken, Raising Canes
They showing up to take all of my sauce, Raising Canes
I'm really only here for the toast, Raising Canes
This hoe dumb as fuck if she think that I'm gonna make her mine
This hoe giving brain left and right, call her Frankenstein
You waddle round with a fat pig like you Maple Pines
I'm fucked up off of the lean, I might've drank the pine
I walked all the way to the front, you should've stayed in line
I'm getting heat stroke, my dumb ass should've stayed inside
I actually need to go get a drink, so- somebody else rap

[Verse 2: LIME KING]
[?] got a drink, but I pissed in it
What the fuck's a civil metal bitch?, Cause I've been [?]
Shot him in the head he go, "AR, AR, AR", That boy's been steamin'
Bitch really wants to eat my ass, she gets a rib lickin'
She tried to simulate my prostate, she stick my finger in it
Like what ain't gonna be mine, it could be yours
Fuck a nice girl, you know I'm only chillin' with whores
Way I'm cookin' in the kitchen, you thought I'm doin' the chores
I'm fuckin' bitches consensually, he only do it by force

Let's get back to rhythm, Stormzy on the intro, what we doin'?
Little rapping in it, thought that I couldn't find the toilet, in the back and shitted
Ass natural, but now she got plastic titties, goddamn
Bitch tryna block, I may have had to tell my mate go home
I don't know these bitches, who the fuck is [Gamer Jones]?
Nah like who the fuck is [Gamer Jones], I don't know him
Got the ice on my neck, I be so [snorty?]
I'mma keep a five in my head, this ain't Texas, hold'em
Bitch is just yapping on live, they use Twitter posin'
International flying bitch, I'm coast to coast, coastin'
We gon' shoot up his block and then go run quick
Way that ain't talkin', man his mouth can't get undicked
It's a Mac, little boy, this ain't a gun clip
The bullets not funny, this a blicky I have fun with