vs1:
Hi, my names 2bit
Lines on my chest like a cokehead nudist
Drink so much Crown you could call me the king
Flipping kids faster than some playground swings
And I don’t even roll like a broken down Jeep
I attract people faster than peds handing out sweets
Have a stroke of genius to be as bold as me
Go back to the store, return the whole bag of beef
Out of the game now I topple foes in time
Spit colorful words, monopoly flows in mind
White as my belt cause I freshman release
Planted this morning, what’s fresher than these beats?
My back hurts from carrying every crew I’ve been in
Literally literate rap protein powder you blend in
Career path, began then started to fall
Now 2bits back or never started at all

I’m slightly cartoonish, cause my punchlines are real
Waiting for fresh meat like lunch lines for veal
Try and reflect bigger like sunshine on steel
samples and glory are the one time I’ll steal



Vs2:
Mom & Dad didn’t know I was coming.
I guess you could call me slick bastard
Fresh meat got my saliva running
It’s the only way I’ll spit faster
Step like a rug, it’ll mess you up, the pecs I pump are invisible
You pests are bugs, At best a blunt. Invest in some invisi-rope
You hang, I’m hung, you stay I’m done, but my foot will invade your bum
VOC or vapor rub, must be you’re brain dumb
Drink from the bottle, go full throttle, sleep in a pothole, newborn thirsty
Knew from 13 that News 13 would view first thing me as worst things
Verse in a napkin, note I vacuum, just sit back and...
Flow with the ocean’s motions, holding it open so close them smoking
Panel gave ten like I bribed with paint, polished like I dyed the same
Hit the spot like you find the stain, structured like the hiding frame
The illusions who’s in whose shoes, the zoos approve lagoons of you goons
But prove that you can Blues Clues this new news and you can move through