all ya'll wrote these before hand, they ain't real so i'm a spit a rhyme that'll level the field listen closely, my words are weapons but they never concealed I'm like the french revolutionaries who fought in the streets, i torchered your verse and ripped it apart at the seems so believe what i say cause what I'm spittin' is facts, once you stand in front of the gun there ain't no goin' back. hahaha yeah so a first attempt.
Ahahahaha! I agree, stop trying to use big words, its outta your vocabulary Ima slap your mouth silly straight back to elementary
im just rollin like the tires on this road and tollin emcees that try to drive next to me then im bowlin knokin down pins and knockin chins into the backs of necks cant felx or even test cuz we be blazin that stress yes, indeed we smoke ya emcees that flow like the swag weed we bag weed quick in body bags and toe tags and shit understand im a wood and my tiger is a beast i feast and beat any contenders ass and wear the title like a champ im flowin more energy than a million watt amp damp are my flows and yet hotter than an on lamp camp with this fire u liars burn toss and turn in ya grave get brave thinkin u spittin flames and the dragon gets sleighed ran over by my reindeir and grubbed up like hay u gay fairy tale rappers shut ur trap quit commin wit sap while the flows im flowin is viscus phat the lard we barkin is breakin bars when we up 2 par star like im shootin steel toed bootin yalls troops fruitin recruitin the gay thats absurd nah its absurd the the way the words curve and american x you, send ya teeth to the curb from my speach u can learn the title im wearin can b earned just let it burn its ur turn
Unconscious it would honour me greatly for you to write me a hate verse Your rhymes are the gayest like eminem beating off fred durst
it doesnt surprise me u thinking of gays while u see the tides rising my flows are always flying and your the one on the jock always critisizing inticing beef im inlightening peeps while your inciting and riding and diving in creeks of concrete mix mixed with skeet like i said before you emo whore ill piss in your slit wrist and infect your bitch with cyphalis to even any score im leavin ya four plus two under the floor im the metaphorical menatore thinkin thunder and leakin lightin from my pores its just that ice cold flow pourin out the liquid nitrogen core i kall my cerebellum bore the pig that hogs the thoughts and processes hot lines like the cops do wen they investigate crack rock crimes time ticks and tocks as bullshit talks bullshit speaks slow and creeps low wen it walks wen it rocks the microphone its prone to do some damage canabolize its compitition like a savage wen its done, the front of its shirt resembles red just like a radish it ravishes and rules with its right wing but dont confuse it with a fascist the battle... did u really think u had it? your like a quadriplegic, you cant grab it faggot.
i keep a 1-2 under my shoe, thunder for you, im come through knowhatimsaying, ill have you disobeyin and overplayin before the weigh-in, your style is decaying after my lyrical slaying, chop yo head off, severed neck sprayin the blood, head in the mud its g smooth on the mic killin masses in cold blood i grew up in cowan heights, dont ever get in fights when i spit people stare in awe like the northern lights my flow is so swift i crusade right to the finish your frail on the mic, so your status i will diminish like your military position, ill take you back to tradition with musical composition
wheres the ganja? president darker than yolanda but name afghani like osama. shit doesnt make sence but since we talkin bout cents then we might as well talk about yo momma. the bitch owes me last weeks change. i told her to hit the corner and serve them fellas caine slang em that chevy supersport novacain. but insted the stupid bitch sniffed the cain and since she didnt use her brain ima have this bitch trained the same way i train all dames. grind it until my meat reiks of butcher shops in greece and her pussy constantly pourin out keif i treat the fish like how atlanta's micheal vick treats his pits and beat em til they brains is hangin off they fangs and lips it drips. i murder the pooch, the pussy ate like a pooch but cooch dont get ate by me that be the other dirty hooch. u see these hoochies poppin roofies and watchin my home made movies dick in dick out, its like im shootin off uzis blood drips from the clit cuz its ripped i spit the sick shit like 2girls and 1ditch afghani midgets strippers rubbin shit on they lips devour the pit like little kids with candy and tater chips and this is holloween devilish shit aint fine and dandy, aite skip? ill burn u like the back of your throat vs a 5th of brandy, like 5 sips. ill piss in ya open sores like little kids piss in they jammys your panties are soaked in ur own piss dreamin of bein tranny faggot wakes up in hot sweats but that isnt the double whammy the punchline that that makes it all fit in is the fact that he likes it in the fanny dont even kno who im talkin bout? get ya head together granny your slower than the dmv, my dictionary of rhymes larger than a manny manetee no damage is done son aint no way u can handle me ur like an ant tryin to pull the trigger and cant see i just candle frees burn emcees easily contradicting because im freezin emcees with frees i cover the stinch of fishy emcees and bring freshness to the game, call me fuhbreeze
yo. yo....yo.. mic check. 1,2 1,2..yo check it.. yoyo. i got some coco and a snack. and yo hoe on my lap. them rappers gimmie daps. when i come wit shitty raps.!! o0o0!! iLLLLLLLLLEST!
Im a sleeping giant, so provoking is fatal punchlines like im mad at the coke on the table all these freestyles are like a lazy housewifes aint doin nothin for me till a slap sorts them out right my lyrical ability is second to none with a sharp tongue i aint need no weapon or gun one hit kill spit aint no need to tussle thats the same reason I aint heard no fool rebuttle but if you do reply you biting time buying luck but ill remain a boing virgin still dont give a flying fuck
Anyone wanna play this game i play with my neggers? You gotta start your shit with the beginning of a verse thats already been written, then you go from there.
before a blunt i take out my fronts, then i start to front, matterfact i be on a manhunt, its msk bob saget on the microphone, your mom didnt have the cheese so she asked if she could take a lone, i said no bitch, let me take you home, she tried to front on my style, tried to give me dome, but i pulled out my brand new tech heater, i hate women so good is not how i treat her, emptied a clip all up in her rib cage, i be comin with them rhymes that are better then that hipster sage.
you couldnt trace a straight line with a etch-a-sketch and one knob the fact of the matter is your gay, you slob knobs you practice ya spits on corn on the cobb my mind throbs when i fog and light logs i smoke more trees than cotinus, your styles monotonous goin no where, no hip, no hop, your like a no legged frog my styles pollution like smog my dutch roots stomp on ya grave with clogs my dutch fruits stay twisted up with the god that almighty highly addictive resort, wetter than weather in cape cod i break squads i rape women with rods and pop quads i roll harder than flippin down the hill locked inside as im tippin porta pods im sorta odd ill admit im not the average type when i grip mics i spit nuclear strikes like what should have been done to destroy the third reich hike up this pike peak and watch the bird take flight reciting my rhymes and lines will ignite the twine leading to tnt stacked on top of warheads that decline ya 6 feet deep, nine 9 inch nails into 6 foot pine nein peeps weap, stand ramblin on and surroundin ya shrine the shit i spit is like hunting baby seals, its pounding minds incase ya didnt kno nein means no in german incase ya didnt kno theres no sermon for those terminated by the thurman i kill for dead presidents and the thrill your a homosexual, your boyfriends name is bill im iller than nick names for pills i grill emcees and with frees i deliver the chills flows ice cold and common with skill im bombin competition villes donating dead bodies to the good will but until i fulfill my goal of destroying lyrical jills ill pass the time treatin pussy like oil wells and drill you kno im all about my skrill i eat emcees like whales versus krill i force feed you flows un-distilled raw and dirty are my words like the southern birdy my stature so sturdy you couldnt knock me off this mesa verde green table tops where i slang rock and bang blocks i rain ox your the cattle in this battle, u brain cocks your an embarrassment, should be locked in the stocks the bricks im holdin are goldin like those found in fort knox im the chief justice, this is the law, hear the court talk balif, escort this short witted fox to the docks hopefully there he can catch a flow, if not then escort him to the crocs this is your death sentence in the late 1880's, face contorted from the shocks lethal injection shot into ya buttocks, life aborted by the backalley doc no remains like 9/11 conspiracies... WHERE THE FUCK IS THE BLACK BOX!?
hahaha yo.. many like to say that im psychopathic/ that i spit sporadic, but its systematic/ ive fuckin' had it, blastin' weed im laughin/ drivin' ninety on the freeway, pourin rain how long will i be lastin/ castin all these fake emcees into an abyss/ aint worth shit, they all virtually useless/ couldnt give two shits, give them two hits/ light a smoke off of them smokin' carcass/ im heartless, by farthest, the motherfuckin' hardest/ try and face them get beat down retarded/ ill finish whatever situation you started/ face it homie you been dealt with outclassed and outsmarted/
lmfao, thanks bunches Scheme, appreciate it. dont think i wanna go back to that place though, hahaha, shit was raw being drugged out day in day out but fuuuuuuck there aint a goddamn thing to do. watch tv, sleep, eat, repeat.
last time i checked i was playin the game homie but since u wanna call plagerism heres where i got it from... The Manhattan Project by Typical Cats