this DMX type beat got me BARKING... ARF! ARF! GRRRR ARF! ARF! - MONDAY BARS 12 (prod. xxDanyRose)

I got on this DMX type beat and just couldn't stop myself from barking. ARF ARF! This MONDAY BARS is good, but tomorrow's release is going to be devious 😈 and I don't even have all the lyrics yet. Anyways give me a mf like and subscribe if you fk with this, I'd love you so much if you did 🥰💋

Also if you have any recommendations for type beats to get on, or any specific beats for future MONDAY BARS I'd enjoy hearing them in the comments. Thanks :)

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LYRICS:
I’m no married man, I take my Jerry can to any type beat I want
Let the air carry to your pair of pants when you flaunt like you flow like the man
It’s hilarious how they care then try and act scary while their bitch with me as I eat a platter of pussy like I’m Perry man
On the air again acting arrogant
Every variant I carry it, virulent and highly contagious
The way I lay it no lie it’s dangerous, hatchet haven’t buried it

They got no bars but they slurring like they drunk
My words got current like a bunch of bourbon barrels burnin’ up
My rhymes rise high Burj, Khalifa could learn from
No ice but I capsize these lines titanic from rear to stern
How words got talent gonna earn me America's pallet,
Bout time it’s balanced
Too many salads I’m bringin fat in gallons
Gallop in my gallery got calories could last hours
Hungry for a horse my art clot your heart and capillaries

Rap automaton, on auto man, constant mode
Make an empire, Constantinople
Word knowledge Barns N Noble, I stay on fire though Alexandria flow
One and only god no pantheon or pope
Off the dome
I do more than quota
I got lines and bars like a QR code these guys half written they low on toner
Learn how I hit and spit I lead cobra Kai and I’m kinda cobra
Gotta know my mind and motives

While you whack off I wax on
You don’t know the battle scene I battle on, the sea I paddle on, mastodon,
Speak my French my presence precedent, Macron
Descendant of Amun Ra god of gods son of sun
My genus genius, god not relatively mortal related
My discography genesis, my words full of revelations
Discovery gospel can’t be recreated
Reverence worshipped won’t ever lose relevance, reanimation

Raven, knock my door I make you nevermore
I’m cool if your girl who bell my door
No ruse my belt loose, Delanor
Chess, she check me out you get her bored, checkerboard
Side bars Dr Seuss in cellular,
Let me tell you more
Never miss when spittin’
I stay mister
Get quicker
We kissin’ get lit
I liquor
Rum Jack the Ripper
Bums actin’ diggers
I beg to differ
I know I’m bigger
These,
Lovecraft cats come at me imma cut through you,
Cthulhu make ‘em looney through tunes
Y’all Google, spit goo goo
Old news Yahoo, sippin’ Yoo-Hoo
Play my stuff you spot fire
Yet I’m only on YouTube,
Pro with verbs nouns adjectives words
Az’ written down verses for masses to learn
Objective no asterisk, ask ‘bout this it’s the catalyst for classic hits
Catholicless but this rap adage be practiced ‘round the world

Let me tell you how this game’ll be played from last to first place bullet bill it, bull to billions, pullin’ bills in, kill it, coma to cardiac, culkin’ cullin’ til alone, bulkin’ culinary coma, grillin’
Cultivate accumulate culminate carbonation, C02 see what bros gon do,
Marinate amalgamate medicate motivation, I’m making moves all y’all are making is moo’s
You cow words proved my point
No Power, you’re moving downward in a spiral by choice
I found my noise and got the joy, stick to your toys, let’s be honest, yours is browner you’re shouting all I’m hearing is oinks
I can imagine how you act around boys,
The sound of your voice, like you’re gagging on groin
Dragon no bands
No cash but I brag about coins
No Chicago but ill noise,
No dollars but bills boy
Born to kill for the billboard
Leave my mark Kilroy

Tearing through these beats at least one a week like a combine
Too short then I combine
Wheats on the rise, every bit contrived
Call me corny cuz I’m white I’ll pop any and all no apartheid
Roll over actors in my tractor I got big drive
Driving through the underground like maneuvering through manure cuz I’m sick of y’all’s shit, y’all can stick to the sewer
Get kicked off my shoes, lick boots dick chewers
Your best shit is a cesspit I guess it’s nothin’ new