Correction Paroles Arsonal & Kid Chaos vs. B. Dot & Real Sikh par URLtv

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So we got Arsonal the bus driver
Babysittin' the kid
Versus the best rappers of 2020
We was killin' that sh*t
And they was callin' me a Lux clone
Like you got symptoms of his
Thought everything was healthy
'Til he went and got sick (Sikh)
And we was friendly now we not
In the city you an op'
For a Benji or pretty penny we finna get him popped
No really really they dizzy if we box
Knew we was on they heads
Soon as they seen an Indian with Dot
Your battle with Saga is how you two got stuck
And you was actin' like you seen the new 2Pac huh
Over reactin' to a few high jump
You saw the preacher with the Kid and you got touched?
Y'all look like y'all related
Aye it's height he like
And Ars' rap about f**kin' mothers and wives, he grimy
Oh I see
Nah B
Chaos, was your mom in Jersey in the 1990's?
That is ya dad!
I really think cuz is ya fam'
Cuz if Arsonal not poppin' then you stuck in a jam
I'll knock him out, don't put your little boy in front of me
I own the Kid with these knuckles, I got joint custody
F**k ya team
This the new cla**, we boostin' our stats up
You only teamed up with Ars' for his views and his stature
But since he trash
It's movin' us backwards
Funny, I thought a Kid with an arsenal (Arsonal)
Would be shootin' the cla** up
You the enemy 'til then
Time to Elevate Real Sikh
Y'all better set of compet**ors, the best in the buildin'
I got the scope and you know that I'm ready to kill them
I got him in the view (interview) with B. Dot like Elliott Wilson
Now ask 'em if they might die
Flatten his lifeline
is in his fight prime
Jabbin' on that type time, shatterin' his right side
One lift him up and another crack his (cracker) face
Like you battlin' a white guy
Can't spell "Bars"
Without puttin' that "Ars" in it
Couple pistols, no government issues than our Senate
Arsenic
Molotov, then they
Dark tinted
Car flippin', y'all really stand up guys
Y'all not trippin'
I'm confident
Y'all gettin'
Caught in this
A**ault mission
Got Army vision, Chaos hit
At a far distance
Snipers gotta measure the breeze, that's what I'm on wit' him
Now his bullets just like his raps, you know
Long winded
Chaos listen
You dope but the way you rap, I'm annoyed
Overexplaining your bars is a tactic to avoid
The fact that you can't rap with cadence and poise
No rhymin', just your miming movements, makin' no noise
Judging your raps
You would be okay with the choice to be in an interrogation room and flake on ya boys
The snitch type
Wastin' time, raisin' your voice, explaining yourself then finally making the point
Quick question
How'd it feel pretendin' his sh*t's impressive?
Chaos
I know you
You don't really mess with his simple penmanship
You a perfectionist, I'm guessin' you've written 76%
of this and left him a little section for disrespectin'
Your sh*t's impressive, but this b*t*h is lost, misdirection
Yo, even the people listenin' can sense it
They got different methods
Chaos is content filled
Ars' is content with filler
Like a chick that's gettin' lip injections
Well this the message, your people they crown you
There's a lot of hate 'round you
Your last battle ain't sound cool
Can't make your style digestible
I know a way how to
Put money on his head, then we can take him at face value
Now you gettin' backstab wounds, that'll get your back tattooed
Only have to craft two rounds to Glad bag you
It's a 30 before 3:00, half past 2:00
With more fire material than a hazmat suit
Aye this the new cla** rules
F**k ya past dues
What have you
Done lately?
Run for safety on the fast move
Your last few
Been bad too
Relax you
Been trash fool
But he said he got mad views
B*t*h
N***a
We ain't ask you
Y'all gonna lose
We relaxed and we comfortable
We ain't correctin' ya spellin'
When we say it's Real (W)rap
With the "W"
Jersey
I said, once again I'm here, I'm in another n***a's state
Wait, wait, since Blood is in ya face
And I'm the Crip type, this the first time you get to see C comin' with the K
Well I'm jumpin' in today
Hut hut, let's run the play
Runnin' back with your remains, I won't fumble with the K
Grip him with the mask, I'll up it in ya face
BAOW
Clappin' like your huddles when it break
You like to belittle people and they flaws huh?
Well I got a snub pistol to uplift you
Revolver for the revolutionary
Shot through the brunt tip where iron too can judge mental (judgmental)
Pistol whip, the b*** hit you
Keep it, ain't done witchu
Yeah I like to elaborate on my point
Let the trauma be blunt witchu
Ars' if you jump I'ma jump with you
When it's up I won't fuss with you
Aye whatchu think comin' out, I got a pair of noid (paranoid)
You can trust issues
I catch Aaki at the breakfast spot
We servin' bacon and ham
Make sure it's extra hot
30 release, I Curry n***as, these tips hit like a Stephan shot
Y'all chemistry A +, and I can give you your props
Sikh that just confirm that you a square
Why?
Cause of how well you connect the Dots
Well message Dot, this gon' look like a western when the Wesson pop
I'm beatin' this b*t*h all in front of Kid, I'm a domestic pop
Y'all think your sh*t extra hot?
Definitely not
Here no crowd gon' gas you
We recharge off energy like a Tesla spot
And if the hecklers watch
If a heckler heckle he meet the Heckler & Koch
Aw sh*t, I see Sikh (sick) and Blood, they gotta catch a shot
The Desert Eagle beak will open chest, it don't care what kind of pec(k)s you got
I bought two Rolex's off the backend
Y'all catch that off the second watch
Cause y'all don't ever stop, so don't brag about rappin' ability
When you lack any actual chemistry
Okay, we might've taken a pair of L's to Parallel but
But that just help us establish our symmetry
So real rap with Real (W)rap
Rap real like it's real rap
But rap reels reveal that it's not overheads
But it's still cap
feel black
Then I treat your scalpe like the sequel to Get Out
Peel(e) back
You never did a drill
And I ain't talkin' a two minute drill
Like sendin' your men to peel
Puttin' your men to sleep, to me that been a drill (Benadryl)
You was on the field runnin' the pig, we was runnin' from pigs in the field
Cops stopped me with the baby
Hidin' the .380 all in the Enfamil
The infrared create the advantage, I like to pick n***as
The infra' green laser is mean, that's for the big spenders
Once the heat c*ck I grip triggers
Measles, chicken pox, all I know
It'll be (B) Dots on a sick (Sikh) n***a
Hold on, so we back on this?
I'll put you to sleep when I crack yo' sh*t
Oh my God
I'll pull up and have ya nap on fist like an afro pick
And you almost ain't get to rap on this
Ars' curved you like a person who died when he had Covid how he pa**ed on sick (Sikh)
And that's facts, no sh*t
So you got your start on his league, a fact I just knew
He tried to weed you out from the Garden State
So you didn't have to uproot
Well look how it come around though
I chose Chaos to help confront you
So Ars' gave you a style that you dubbed (UDubb)
And I dubbed you
And Dot, you sound bitter for real
And you ain't livin' for real
Tip in the middle
Like we splittin' the bill
Hustlin' in me for real
Last cop pulled me over ain't know if I was gonna have the boy or the girl
Had to treat that stop like a gender reveal
Now I showed Chaos the ropes, give me game, that's what I'm sharin' now
It's a chore to treat y'all like garbage
That's somethin' the Kid can carry out
So bro, come get disrespectful, it's time to bury clowns
Watch this
I...
Uh huh
[KC]...will f**k a woman that you care about
Oh my f**kin' God
I don't know how to do this Ars'
Bro, I don't ponder sh*t like that
When I'm thinkin' of a punch these bars land like Tarzan
If I talk wild it's cause I'm swingin' from the jump
Oh, we can jab the meanest
I'll swing and have 'em leanin'
I'll knock you into next week
And I will beat your a** for leavin'
Dreadlock
Red dot
Lead pop
Neck flop
Bet' not, see me and catch you with no cereal (serial)
Craig pops
Chest got the round trip to pull over
Skkkkrrrt Rest stop
Press Dot
X-Box
Leg drop
Headshot!
The king of disrespect
That's him
Yeah, we know you are
He's that one friend that always takes the jokes too far
You could be crackin' on his shoes like
"Them is ugly as sh*t!"
He gon' reb***al it p*ssed like
"Tell your mother to suck my d**k!"
Whoa, whoa WHOA
I was just makin' fun of ya kicks
No reason for you to bring my mother into this
Yo, chill out Sikh
Son of a b*t*h
That disrespect is outdated
It's like we advancin' how to kill
And you stuck in
the Civil War era
Where they battled on the hill
You don't have a wield
It must get (musket) old seein' Arsonal be a loose cannon in the field
That tough act is just for battlin'
Sucka tactics
Why you think you UDubb was stagnant with your budget back end?
No repercussions after you were shovin' rappers
So even when he pushed his league
Nothin' happened
Karma be comin' back
They said up in Canada your wife found out you cheated, that's why bruh be mad
So he be riskin' his back end, money was scrappin'?
And treatin' his woman bad
Why you always risk losin' your other half?
It's f**kin' sad
We all want our funds when the bars done
But when sponsors see Ars' dumb, they all run
Convinced his fans that he active but cappin' for all them
You got a great lie ability (liability) cause you are one
But you a movie star, huh? Well he was in Bodied
That accapella reenactment of The Shelter
Asked to get the villain role but they gave that to the A rapper on the west bruh
You know you do too much if the cast director thought Dizaster's better
Wait, he had no script, no lines, not even half a letter
Just reacted next to the movie star, clappin'
Guess the producer saw your past endeavors and thought you had a temper
That's why you was in the background of the movie, they knew you'd be
Actin' extra
You had the sense the, movie ain't help battle rap, so to change it
You asked Smack for a plate with someone back in the days and killed Ca**idy
Maybe
You knew being part of that Bodied cast was not a stat
So you bodied Ca**' to place it
You got type cast in a white rap-
Whoa, whoa, whoa, relax, let me take this
Aw sh*t
We was watchin' you (Jew), ga**ed in a battle rap movie that came across (a cross) crooked like the Nazi's do
Dot, is you sayin' the Bodied movie is racist?
Well think about the view
Look who took the shot
We Royale, they want to bottle brown, lick us for our Crown
I'm sayin' Henny thing is possible
What we not gon' do, is brag about the numbers on the Tube
Just to get on the big screen and then not get viewed
I'm confused
Ain't battle rap from the ashes of the trap
Where we serve a fiend nicks (Phoenix) cause we trip, that's what we gots to do?
Then how could you, let the white man fly us to new heights when we the ones flippin' birds and gotta c*ck a tool (c*ckatoo)
Is that ringin' off?
I'm not knockin' you
They prolly said, "Ars', you so great. Come be in our movie. Just stand right here."
Yeah, they was proppin' you
Well I got the truth
When you speak life that's what bothers the vultures
They took a black story line and took every n***a out the frame of that picture when they decided to motion
I'm hopin', he lends (lens) me his ears and eyes to see the shine
Don't undermine the exposure
Apparently it's photosynthesis
Every card he be (Cardi B) tellin' us how he dropped his seeds then allow for the growth but
Everybody seen the Bodied scenes
They had you so off set (Offset), you still couldn't father the culture (Kulture)
Which brings me to Kid
Tell me you see what he meant for this to be
When he teach you not to stretch your writtens he's
Makin' up for when he left his little seed
And she got F's instead of B's
This his first time helpin' the Kid perform
To they best abilities
Really he, ain't even set up/punch
He set up
Set up
Set up
Set up
Set up
Set up
Then he said enough
He prolly got you to jot all the hot bars down
You usually take 24 then run the shot clock out
Ars' claim that he Jordan but took the Monstar route
Cause now he part of a team that's all drawn out
Is this what y'all 'bout?
I don't want you to take this as hate
I need you to chase the message like a dog jumpin' a gate
I'm just wantin' my praise
For being the architect of ya artsy sh*t, look at the sketches you've made
Usin' your brush, nice and slow
So similar to the stuff that I paint, but hey that's okay
C'mon this the all-star game, why you makin' him wait?
Just illustrate what you say
Hey I was tryin' to explain
When it come to the rounds, if it wasn't for Dots bein' drawn out he wouldn't have nothin' to trace
Y'all gonna lose, we relaxed and we comfortable
We ain't correcting your spelling when we say it's Real (W)rap
With the "W"
Jersey
A disrespectful pen is something you gotta deal with
Charlie Sheen with Covid-19, my definition of Real Sikh (sick)
I been a Goonie for like real b*t*h
I sold drugs (Drugz), I put in Twork with my Ace and I used the Jakk hammer to drill sh*t
The .40 the chaperone
Cause everybody on my field trip
Extendo, copyright infringement
Steel clip
Get home, off to see the Wizard
Will skip
Tip toe, try and mind ya business
Or he'll (heel) clip
There's no place like home is it?
I will send you to the upper room
I clutch the tool
I don't know what to do wit' it
But it's up to you
I'm a f**kin' fool
And the Kid still want his credit like it's summer school
It's lunch time and judgin' from your bloodline it's time to dunk a 'Ru (Dunkaroo)
So what it do?
You gangbang for ya peeps
Braggin' 'bout your rank in the P's
'Til a pool of your blood left in the concrete
Now you can say you got your stain in the street
Vegan actin' like he hittin' licks
He ain't never had a taste of the beef
You will die if your rob Chaos n***a
Take it from me
Silencer on the barrel, screw it on when I make the hit
Aim it you King, and you'll get thrown (throne) but you ain't a prince
Air (heir) it at your section, do the most on some gamin' sh*t
Random character selection
You don't know who you playin' with
It's on now
Pin, fire in the building like it's no crowd
N***as don't understand the gravity of a situation until it goes down
Ars' be droppin' gems
Aww n***a I'm just tryin' to give you some know-how
So the Kid gettin' smart
Aww n***a you think you grown now
Well you know, my mom put me out for sellin' weed, I was a screwed up youth
Every mornin' they tried to get the Kid off corner like a school bus route
That's craz- what?
That wasn't a shot bro
Aight bro
And don't laugh Charlies, I ain't the one to make a fool of dude
Red dot for red Dot
And you won't like it if I pull
A you on you
Like you the only one with black roots
B*t*h n***a we ain't ask you
Forever actin' like you the only one that can get it together
But it's clear that that remedy ain't workin'
Cause Sikh (sick) ain't no better
You do the same sh*t
{mimicking Real Sikh} "See, we're real rappers."
Like that's some sh*t we ain't been
N***a I've raised the bar in battle rap, you've just did it on a weight bench
Greatness
And I've sprayed clips, have him lay stiff
Streaming for free only on Caffeine
Cause you ain't Twitch
Now he's on the app
Tryin' to flee from attack
Kool-Aid in a pouch
Cause y'all will be punchin' bags
This like Ca**idy
When he f**kin' raps
Cause this sh*t painful to watch
But it's gon' keep comin' back
So y'all gon' hit the floor
Cause for battle rap reactions you gon' contradict for sure
So of course, when the right punch hits you ain't conscious anymore
Sooo I'm here to snatch every bit on confidence from your consciousness since you tryin' to convince the world of your accomplishments
I'm your consequence
And I encompa** it
With that combat conscious sh*t I am competent
Combination of comics will have you flatter than complements
Pardon me bruh
Y'all said y'all wasn't worried 'bout the disrespectful talkin' too much?
Pardon me bruh
Y'all said - bro what are you doin'?
I'm just callin' they bluff
Cause Charles think he tough
Aw sh*t, y'all done started him up
I trip turn Blood to Crip, you get to park in the front
I will f**k yo' b*t*h when you outta town my n***a
I know that seem wrong
But I had my d**k out as soon as she answered the doorbell
Ding dong
Say somethin' I don't like and you get shot before the skin gone
And you gon' die before your time
is King Vaughn
See I know a guy, dial his phone he find your home
Pa**in' blunts as we hunt
He'll be lookin' high and low
And fire from a .22
Big problem, tiny hole
So I don't know
Let's just call you Forrest Gump, you dyin' slow
Aye, keep thinkin' you tough
Cause you gon' think that purse is worse once you see what I clutch
Like the leaf on a dutch, I want all the smoke bein' this blunt
So I'll shoot him while lookin' at you
So I can see you see I don't bluff
So I'll take the Elevator while you take the stairs (stares), then I'll beam you up
And Charles fragments be everywhere when the shotty gets spread
You gon' let a Murda Mook go when I'm poppin' the lead
Dot on his shirt
Dot on his shoes
Dot on his neck
Dot on his leg
Dot on his head
Dot on his face
But he Indian bro
Dot on his head

Yo Dot! I started on UDubb, now I'm battlin' the owner
How's that for jumpin' tiers?
At this rate, I'ma battle Smack in a couple years
Since I was from his league, I wanted a feature from him at least
He was the most viewed, I was worried the fee would be a couple of G's
Guess what
It was $300 a piece
I was like, "That ain't even half a stimulus check"
What a relief
See me now? How URL and Caffeine have crowned me
If you was smart you could've built that league around me
When I found out your partner was a cop I wanted to leave the county
I just battled Mike P
Smack, quit puttin' the police (Pulice) around me
You split with your business team but think you still on a winnin' streak?
Talkin' 'bout the Rebel never lost
B*t*h your league disagrees
Since Ray Swag left your corner you ain't had any good battles
Seems you was only winnin' cause of Swag like a Goodz battle
And he would rattle because he behave like a snake
Like how you claim that you bang but when it came down to Dre Vishiss you never looked out for ya dawg or gave him a plate?
You only call when you on your way to L.A. as a way to escape gettin' pressed by the gang
They should leave you out to dry like a raisin
It be the only way you relate to a Grape
You not cuzzin' you fake
You and Suge think it's Death Row until it's All Eyez On you then the crime scene double the take
Vishiss granted wishes
Gave you the tag but the label wouldn't be nothing if it wasn't for Dre
What the f**k did you say?
Wait, ain't this the same angle you took with Suge?
Nah, see it's not congruent
Honcho's the reason you n***as on the east allowed to do it
Dre Vishiss taught you 'bout the JD's
Gave you the science on the Grapes, how is you not the student?
Actin' like you good with the projects
N***a that's cause Dre Vishiss walked you through it
You b*t*h a** n***a
They never really found you important
They was fake kickin' it witchu
But look at the upside, down with the Jordans
Wow, I am morphin'
Everything is clickin'; endorphins, flippin' like dolphins
Grippin' the four fifth, puttin' this through his forehead
His name is Dre Vishiss
Next time you forget the importance
I'm runnin' this through your mind n***a, we memory joggin'
Now Kid is the target
Since it was August, you the most disappointin' that we picked on the squad of
The new cla**, against vets we givin' the order to kill them and rip 'em apart when
Lights flickerin' on when
JC, you didn't belong then
Danny smoked you, I'm feelin' off cause you really my dawg but
Me, Eazy and Jey been gettin' the mission accomplished
Only thing you contributed was givin' us losses
I saw you get your a** whipped at your last appearance
Had to stare at my dawg, whistlin' "bye", but had to act like I was bad at hearin'
You ain't had the right att**ude when you rapped your lyrics
But in the battle I saw your soul flyin', thinkin' "That's the Spirit."
And I was sad to hear it
You know Ars' is such an arrogant b*t*h consumed with his self he's (selfies)
Spendin' his whole day starin' at pics and picks you for the 2 on 2 cause you resemble him but
Then again
I don't expect you this to be apparent (a parent) to Kid
So the stick is on you
No, I pull out the blade, freshman haze, I'm pickin' on you
Ooh, it's about to get real and that's my dawg Ars' I, sic (Sikh) him on you
The bus driver versus the Uber driver this a mean one
Call me "Osama" for as problems you'll see some
I'll be the Aaki but I gotta cop me a machine bruh
F**k a chop cheese I'll put the chopper to your cheese
Baow
Die quittin' or die tryin' is the ultimatum
Woke up and chose to take the violent, vile, revolting language
No grey hoodie, a red hood where the homie stay with his turban and cloth dipped, I know that's a Loaded statement
Both of you are overrated
This won't go over great
In this state your nose bridge ain't Golden Gated
Open faces, break your skull like a family goin' home to home cause of low wages
That mean it be broke in so many places
Chrome bangin'
No doctor to sew the patient
Then I operate on your own to make it
Homie I'm leavin' no remainders
Now you gotta take out the bullet
That mean you gotta find it in yourself
Like motivation
My level greater
But meditate in the devil's lair
Better have fed your collection plate I Heaven Gate ya
.44 Bulldog, wide nose, it can smell a hater
And if this b*t*h get to kickin'
It's gonna be Chaos in (and) the Elevator
I can tell ya nature
With my third optical I view the op' in you
You are the knot that grew
I mean you would (wood) grow but all that bark is what's stoppin' you
My Tennessee n***as with Arrested Development, well you did have cops with you
Gettin' plugged, I'm mad you the n***a I gotta sock it (socket) to
In other words, you locked in with the smoke, I'm hot boxin' you
You a problem child I'm a problem too
I put you in a casket and Ars' gon' follow suit
I got the roof
Play like you Bishop, that's not the move
Tryin' to pull up with the arm, I catch you slippin', Pac in Juice
We bodied you
We relaxed then we comfortable
We ain't correctin' your spellin'
When we say it's Real (W)rap with the "W"

You hip hop 'til you don't stop rappin' muhf**kas
Puttin' yourselves in a box like the bars around G. Depp
How ironic
Two muhf**kas that don't eat pork
Soundin' like Slaughterhouse rejects
But see there's no mistakin'
Us linkin' up made us only greater
So the sword is changin' so
The pen still sharpen steel
If you get the point we makin'
So it might get vicious
I'll let an ice pick slit ya
You two arrogant, egotistical, light skin b*t*hes
You don't lie and sit twisted
Hell, I even told 'em to hold it together on a thread
But I meant st**ches
So as far as blades it's black how the kid was raised cause I pick switches
I'll slice too swift to ever find who hits and
I'll swipe him quicker than
I don't like this picture
Then I, get some sh*t that's meant to murk you
Kid go in like it's your curfew
Spinnin' your block splittin' the Dot
Yeah that's how that semi circle
B*t*h I'll earth you
Yeah I see you gettin' all the sh*t I learned you
You got a bitter BM, right?
So I'ma also use the Kid to hurt you
Now talk your sh*t
You know B. Dot, you're always braggin' your style is so old school cla**ic and righteous
Like you great as hell cause you be wearin' them Dave Chappell hats to the ciphers
Always have to remind us about a slave past that define us that traces back from babies nappin' in diapers
I mean wow
Why every clash this bachelor inside of to some degree have to be about the masters or minors
Oh what, you teachin' us?
Or just exposin' your God Complex when you preach to us?
Only you bleedin' huh?
Well I usually don't trust people who leakin' stuff
But all my people Blood, 393, I know that he with us
But I'm out here raisin' money while raisin' money for your legal funds
And that's...Real
You finally won a vote on Caffeine, so wait...
You think that Champion poster gonna put you ahead?
Cause see most people use numbers to make a list
I use bullets instead
So I take your body down to a swamp, where a crocodile take a foot when you dead
Cause you thought bein' an animal was a joke and now one pullin' ya leg
So go ahead, keep laughin'
I get more sensitive than a white male
I'll let somethin' kick over hehe like Mike yell
Now you losin' Blood and losin' blood
So a couple pints of ya type might help
You gon' D.R., why (Y)? Cause your body 'bout to hit a dry spell
I'm Hell
I'll get you from -
Time! Time! Time! Time!
Can I rap?
Go 'head
You actin' like a year ago you wasn't askin' me for a photo
You headlined one Caffeine event, n***a think he the URL logo
N***a gettin' some pu**y now make a n***a go loco
Anything possible with b*t*hes
I watched a Viixen pull a demon out of Loso
Now you got gun bars
You get in front the camera and talk ratchet over some promo
I got it crackin' out the Volvo
With the ratchet I'm on go go
You never had that can' shootin'
Arm out the window while the Sudan cruisin'
Carpal tunnel all in your fingers inside your hand bruisin'
You wasn't forced with a life changin' decision to make, so to life you ain't no damn student
You was born into it, Blood was forced in you n***a, you had a transfusion
And you gon' act like I ain't provide a platform
For your hairy Indian fool smellin' a** to come and rap on?
I was the only n***a in Jersey that held you up high, I was that strong
I'm URL's first million viewed n***a
You forgot me versus Hitman is what put Smack on
You gon' ask why I chose Kid Chaos, who else y'all wanted it to be?
This Kid a superstar, the apple don't fall too far from the tree
I who every young battle rap n***a wanted to be
And you should be ashamed of yourself n***a
Cause you wouldn't feel comfortable yellin' "Jersey" if it wasn't for me
And that's dreadlock
Red dot
Lead pop
Neck flop
Bet' not, see me and catch you with no cereal (serial)
Craig pops
Chest got the round trip to pull over
Skkkkrrrt Rest stop
Press Dot
X-Box
Leg drop
Headshot!
Cause my pen is real, my pen is raw and my pen is authentic
And you can't spell "bars" without puttin' that "Ars" in it

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