Bring U Down Freestyle

[Intro]
Yeah
Check it out, it’s Anecdote, what?
Weapon X, Ken Hell, c’mon
Yeah

[Verse]
While you walk around talkin’ ‘bout you battlin’ guys
I’m drivin’ off wid your wife in the passenger side
That’s my hand on her thigh, so if you wanna know the rest
Your chick can show the breasts and pull the panties aside
Hand on ‘em, lyin’, I ain’t no lude, so who you lyin’ to, dude?
You ain’t even seen a mic in a booth
But now you all about your guns and how you likely to shoot
Hidin’ the truth, what the Hell you tryin’ to prove?
Signin’ your crew? Nah, that ain’t likely to happen
Unless your record deal’s written on the side of a napkin
Aside from the battlin’, I’m nice, use a mic as a cannon
When cyphers are crackin’, killin’ kids like hired assassins
So fuck your weight advantage, y’all just hate the man ‘cause
Your whole crew ain’t got enough bread to make a sandwich
So the fake are damaged, makin’ haters vanish
The rest o’ y’all can get F’d like my grade in Spanish, what?

[Outro]
Huh, yeah, Weapon X, Ken Hell
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Yo, pass me that salt, man
Anecdote, what? Yeah, yeah
And I’m out