I WROTE TWO DIFFERENT PHONK SONGS TO THE SAME BEAT - MONDAY BARS 6 B(PROD. ZODIACC)

For MONDAY BARS 6 I found this dope beat, but it's really short and I finished writing lyrics like halfway through last Monday. So, I decided to make two different songs on the same beat, different lyrics and edited differently as well. If you have the time watch both and tell me which one is better! With how small my channel is every like and subscriber matters immensely, so if you enjoyed feel free to like, subscribe, or even give me feedback in the comments! Thank you.

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(PROD. ZODIACC)
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LYRICS:

My words clear no closed captions needed
Type of anxiety I feel no Prozac can clean it
Rap my only bastion, it’s a passion more than a habit
Cuz if I don’t get it I’ll cap it, type of shit need a closed casket
You know what? I come in and flow fuck, and I come in and flow fuck, I don’t give a fuck, I owe no iota, I just had a donut, pistachio icecream and a soda, I go nuts
All y’all’s sanity the same, allergic, your tracks inert I crashout no burn inertia, “Jesus grab the wheel” I got you swervin’, I speak poetry verses, y’all, my drunk unc’s cursive, he never learned it - he got Parkinson’s too, and no fucking hands
What you doin wearing moccasin shoes
Got me mocking you
Talkin’ cockatoo
Rap caca doodle doodle doo doo
Shit get personal,
Y’all rehearsin’ for what when I pull the hearse in
Talkin’ Hershel
Y’all be nervous, take the L, that’s why y’all squirtin’
Say no words I cough, you lurchin’
Nerds put “gay” in comments, autotext learnin’ from his porn searches

Gimme your pockets, your quarters your dimes I don’t give a fuck
You’re poor as fuck? Gimme your pennies too!
My Hennessy empty I need 80 proof,
Pay me before my patience through
Don’t play me for fool, pray I don’t spew,
If I do
I close it out
These bitches know what I’m all about,
I come in and kill it
Talk to me? Better zip it, ha, bitch!

Got you guessin’ paternity how your bitches breasts perk for me, make her purr for me
I hit nine times turn that pussy to a murder scene
Talkin’ purge, y’all talk perjury
Y’all suck as per the jury
Your ass gettin’ buried
Hit you with the book, max sentence, words no mercy

I close it out
These bitches know what I’m all about,
I come in and kill it
Talk to me? Better zip it,
bitch