Aster One yo he dont even get the thread B
Your s'posed to spit fire and shake your fuckin dreads G
So quit yapping, your little sister is a mad HO
Just PM the kid if your trying to find UMADBRO
helpful and insulting
Hahahaha thats such a lame rime, shits hella outa time, oh and mister.. I dont got a fuckin sister, but if i did, bet she gave you a fatty blister, on your cock, and when you pop it, it gets infected with smallpox, ill post a question here if i please, now bitch you better get on both knees, and beg for forgivness.
Hey asserone this one just fo fun I spit more bars than a black berry i have a skill that could kill and won't back down till i'm wearin dat crown i am the real cap king i put it down you mad cuz you gettin clowned. /That was dumb I don't really rhyme cuz I suck
Hase one, gone but not forgotten,
Skipping those weak lines, hop scotchin',
Dope flow, blow this, no homo, you know this,
more syllables in my mouth then teeth,
Rappin in my sleep, no bed sheets,
Or slippers, instead cleats,
So i can plant these feets,
Over obselete streets,
I mean obselete because im on a new level,
Scaling buildings, red devil, blue devil,
Color blind to the black clouds, im back proud, heavy with hands so i clap loud, like wheres waldo i got my stripes right in the background, back down, down now,
Sign in, sign out now.
White joe budden, nike flow runnin', did enough dirt, so i can throw mud in.
Real keystyle, freestyle, sharp with pen, i do some harm with pen, dap your boys, you'll be departing from them when, you test the samaurai tongue, i aint charging them yen.
Yo Hase bro, your flow is so cool
I remember when i learned how to rhyme in school
Playin hop scotch and rhyming "this" twice
Let me show why these ni66as say i aint nice
Like those cleats in the streets ima put you on ya ass
You aint messin with the devil, first its me you gotta pass
Youre on a different level, yeah thats definitely true
And yeah youre where's waldo, cuz I cant see you
Your levels so low you cant even go back
And you must be blind, cuz your color blind clouds are still black
See me I use toys like you for practice
To sharpen my tounge and sharpen my axes
And i'll keep cuttin 'em down, call me Paul Bunyan
Makin pussy ni66as cry. I dont need no onion
"The cool thing about graffiti is there is no rules." -Scien
jerm you rap about pointless bullshit
id go through you in 1 hit
the devil aint got shit on me
it must suck when your moms out whorin herself for free,
only axes you sharpen are on video games
your still chillin on your street corner playin hopscotch with your little sister
you couldnt bomb shit if you were a terrorist
ill llay your body out like a crucifix
Alabama hip hop. You know I'm reppin my state well
I don't even have to fill 1 page to give phrase an L
Only been in the game a minute but I've got a dozen apostles
You aint even good with one hit but I'm quick the combos
Lay your sister on the hopscotch table. I win as I stomp hoes
Play doctor with her. Get a rusty knife and cut out her tonsils
If I had a video game party. You know I wouldn't invite him
I've got the sharpest axes. But one uppercut and you'll lie in the skyrim
I'm the final boss like M Bison. Leaving phrase silent
I like my violence slow. Inject AIDS right inside him.
You think youre a terrorist. So I'll do you a favor literally.
Convice you to commit suicide, meet the 72 virgins and finally lose your virginity
you couldnt get an l if you were on wheel of fortune
your raps weak like a newborn
i shouldnt even bother to write back
only time i see you is when your comin to buy crack
i never claimed to be a terrorist but ill make you cower in terror bitch
il make suicide your best option
leave on you on a boat gettin ready for auction.
Call me the lobotomist the way I'm about to pry into your mental
Show you how simple it is to use your miniscule rhyme scheme against you:::
I'll point out your syllable mistake, truly reveal your fortune
First lines; newborn doesn't rhyme, your entire rap is horseshit
Your illiteracy apparent in your worthless attempt bust back
Swing b(u)y, crack your spine with a bat. Show you how I bust backs
I know you aint a terrorist. You just shell up like a terrapin
Cower at this kindergartner? I'll just take the high road and embarrass him
If you're looking to take the win, battling me isn't even an option
My style's awesome and caustic, violently dishing out more losses
this simple minded lobotomy patient ain't shit
your computer is better suited for tutoring students
the way you point out syllable mistakes and make
the same mistake makes me laugh at your stupid avatar face
and DRUID IS NOT A PLACE or location, OK SON!
also, you definitely need improvement the only thing caustic about you
is your bowel movements!!!!!!!!!! MUHFUKKIE! WHAT!?
Yo, cruffian it's me who got the lyrical thrust,
The rapper you can trust not not give a fuck
Reppin the jugular cut
I got you cracked like a nut
Don't try reply or rebut
Coz you stuck in a rut
Reverse like a truck
The only thing ya mouth is good for is to suck
I live in the hills in my bling pimp hut
Ya girl's just leaving with a breeze in her but
you bitches couldn't rap if you were an elf in santas workshop
he gave me a gift, to make my words flow into an orgasmic rift
you rep the jugular cut cause you got your jugular cut
whos the slut when im fucking your girl in her, butt
got her never wantin to leave my bling pimp hut
your intellect is the only thing that reversed like a truck
Oh great, a copy paste *****, can't beef himself, so he slices up books off the shelf, puts em together till they resemble something else, then claims respect, claims to know, but his skill is a facade, not a scrap original, i'm puttin you in the hole, a place you don't wanna go, but until you learn, to think for yourself and earn, a rhymin vocabulary with spinning tricks and turns, your moms will keep askin when ya return, damn son where'd you get all them burns!
Any1 who take they time to read your rhymes
is better off blind and i think u will find
it never really ment a thing when u did ur thing
the day it do the fat lady sings n' pigs grow wings
a bunch of no names on b.s. you will get no fame
typing rhymes out on a keyboard even your typing reads gay
don't try to start rapping cause me being a hater wont make you famous
and the only way you kids will get e-fame is if you make a video of you getting a horse cock in your anus.
two bars to kill you.
Picktons Pigpen? Thats wack bro, just as your face yo, dont never try to defy what lies beneath your eyes when you see my tag, you think "Oh Crap!" "What have i gotten myself into?" "Am i just a little toy waiting to get hit bro?"
YEAAAH. My first rap :3
whatch you talkin bout bro
I lookin fly, draw in dem ho
Cuz i got a big pocket,
and yo cant come pop it
look out, getch yaself bit
Like a fly
you can see my
tag all over town
lets go and get down!
i shoudl even dignify that wack ass rap with a reply
was that really you? IF IT WAS, JUST WHY?
if i rapped that wack i would put a gun to my head
pull the trigger and blow my brains on my bed
your like a fly alright cuze your gona die today
i kill your ass with chopsticks jacki chan tought me this way
so please, just think before you type
if you think about it youll know that im right.