You've beat your swords into words only to stab the establishment Anarchy runs rampant, hell bent I'm not a rapper I'm a poet Rhymes make the thread so beautiful, ribcage might as well close it I'm not a writer I'm an artist Paint over the worlds malign cyst Your obviously a well informed member of the community You couldn't spell pedestal right if it was your sole duty Your rhymes are all slop like you got conceived behind an IHop Put some real effort into it Instead of using the government as a catching mit
Why so excited with yourself your bustin nuts? When most of us decided that your nothin much... Thats the hard truth, art of fact You're subpar youth, I'm an artifact Grown wise with the ages a spectacle like the rise of cicadas a class above like polos to gators on a level you'll never see like top secret data Me? I'm UFO fly keepin it fifty one you're a cockpit beneath my nifty pun Swallow my words or sleep with a gun liked the hellen/helen lines
When proclaiming that you're a class above then obviously lyrics are needed to back it up otherwise the sky's the limit regarding lies so jump outta that Apollo or you're bound to die of fire inside just like the first of them when I casted a curse on them I steady keep having a thirst for M- C blood, drinking it with a hatter out of a teapot a hillbilly saw an unidentified flying fool when I grabbed and threw you by the neck all the way back to school
i got a fat dick for ur wife to choke on, shes cookin me steak, cuss u cum quicker tha light photons, and cant move ur hips in the right motion,
(I have to agree with norf, your ending was pretty sick riss. But any way, here I go!) Man, your the penultimate You may want to sit Because I'm about to get philosophical Cyphers fresh like orbital The situations getting nebulous like secret Santa at a communist Christmas You only speak of pleasures of the skin Get mature, and debate with the real men He may not be able to move his hips but at least his mind can watch his lips How do you survive with your maturity so oxygen deprived Your obviously compensating for a small rap with an ego overflowing from the tap I hope you like to bleed lakes because my sharp retort just put glass shards in your steak
Your names fool so i guess you know already that your verses are wack and your lines aint steady so let me step in a tear you up like freddy my words kill and commit crimes not petty your rhymes are more slanted than the eyes of Jet Li the pleasure of the skin is the pleasure you give on your knees your rhymes are so ugly i dont know what i seen the only thing you debate is math if you know what i mean your girl can move her hips and she do all on my dick and her minds watching her lips giving me head taking bong rips Ripping this verse ive done indeed Im surviving just fine dont impeed swag overflowing down to your feet keep your steak and eat my meat
Your names jerm haf cause your mind is half a jerm sittin w/ your comp writing rhymes in a bath of sperm On the other side is me just smoking my shurm, but the times quickly ticking so I guess its my turn, -to teach you, like paper covers rock I always beat you Like scissors cut paper, Ill find ya girl and rape her and like scissor got smashed by rock, I smashed her with my cock
I stand tall in the bombingscience crowd of mental midgets your communication is primitive like binary digits ribcage playing papes, rocks and scissors I'll scissor off your fingers and always win hah and just like Linda - Lovelace you took your mouth too full talking shit like a fool word is born, I'm popping a bottle of champaign stripping you like the russian electorial campaign what a damn shame.. I'm flipping you around like pancakes to make some breakfast you need to break some damn eggs ie. MC's don't make me angry like the 03 film of Ang Lee yo I'm amazin [a mason] like Wolfgang A. Mozart you find my rhymes hard to understand like putting Kant in the hands of a lowlife
Good god, this thread is sick though half of you are bombs starting to tick So lets get it started With ye olde English before I'm departed Tiss a sad sight 'cause your a blight upon the queens english My fight with you is no quarrel I shoot up your rhymes like fish in barrel I have aquired the swagger of a drunk on XX Lager (Dos Equis Lager; Mexican Beer) Your english is revolting, I'm sure Go hide, before I do you up like Shakur Is there something wrong with slant rhymes Son, keep up with the times Jerm, I'm tearing you up for reason because kicking ass is open for me every season You must be tripping Maybe some of that four loco your sipping This shell is loaded for you I'm about to unload on you like it's waterloo While you swallow that shelled sonata Now now, there's no reason to cry to your mama Go weep on someone else's shoulder Rhymes crippled like a coyote stuck under a boulder Trying to escape, you chew a leg off only to be staring down the barrel of a musical sawed off Poetically Inclined, and Intellectually chosen Fly like Ludwig Beethoven Poetic Death has arrived No one will be revived
^ A fool who persists in his folly becomes wise a Fool writing weak rhymes on bombingscience dies you've got less flow than Queen Elizabeth's arteries step to me, I hope you've got a lotta practice playing the lottery like fine chicks and beatiful cutie's you're under me it's far from hard to tell like Nas and well, we both know you fail hard like Gargamel let me spell it out: me beats you it's like a motherfucking BBQ I've already planned the rapture, this is just a sneak preview I'm a master, nobody can fit these shoes like Sasquatch, I'm quick to smash whack fucks and act up like a psychopath, WHAT?! you've run into some majer ass bad luck like Donald Duck and you can almost spot Gladstone Gander out the side of your eye, playing violin motherfucker you better buckle up cause I'm wild and violent my styles the darkest black as panthers just as fast and militant cointelpro can blow me hard and gag while I'm on crack and stimulants my flow's the most intact and virulent Fool just overdosed like a bag of crystal meth
^ Yo Ludvig I guess you need a little knowledge to understand me feel the guillotine aswell as your dame Marie I'm furious and just as fast G but fuck a Diesel, I run on on plutonium axe D- O-C, Brown you're innocent like Charlie I'm the wildest most styled MC - Fly like Marty lyrics that puzzles you indignationally driving like Jigsaw wake up with a clock infront of you and a black stud fucking you as the tape plays this song and you crumble like the french at Waterloo Ka to the zaaaam! =]
Dope shit is what this threads evolved to Riss you jigsaw? Well hear how i solve you I wont just run circles ni66a i will revolve you I spit so much fire that it will disolve you D-O-C brown? I'm D-O-C Rivers Stay coachin the game making opponents shiver Dont test me. Im not a forgiver No, i'm not brown, but I will deliver Bringing you the heat and i dont plan to cool down Try to cool off and youll probably just drown Ive made my name and im working on the crown You wont have to look for me cuz ill be around town
Here I go again with that vile flow again always on top - like nobelmen the dopest thing since a loaf of bread filet mignon, redwine, fuck your loathsome gin it's bedtime... I'll cool down your heat with ease in my Rock Steady Freeeez-er beeee smart and read my words like a mexican peasant extracts ki's from coca leaves no aurum like a manneqin merged with Gollum real prestiiiiige uh like a Chrysler, from the fifties bitch please I'm the rhymer, smacking you down with just a single mighty cypher throwing you round like Betty Heidler heil my style while my eyes is miles ahead like China you fall easily piece of pie like painting a sunday night trackside graffiti peice with a piece of mind meet defeat, eat feces, leave or die boom biddy bye bye, kiddie I smash mics from city to city voice smooth, words that rolls like Royce fool fuck your Milli Vanilli- schtick Billy, just go bite me stuff up your whack rhymes where the sun most likely don't shine G.
You say your a nobleman But your just a serf with a nasty farmers tan your underfoot like papa smurf Like Gollum your minds been bent We're not solemn Ashes UPS sent One Rhyme to rule them all Or in your case one institute's grand hall My clock's ticking your folly every second is another moments volley Hittin' so hard your floppy like Dali I send a notice in your regard; eviction time stop the smoke n' mirrors, Mr.Mime I'm like the Ironchef Your like an easy bake oven Style like Treble Cleff Rhymes bitter, like you don't get any lovin' You mind leaving the scene Rhymes like a immature pre-teen Your in the dark; Cask of Amontillado I've made my mark I just changed the worlds motto.
Fine rhymes but they ain't nothing like mine so get the sword and the shield in place cause now it's my time injecting words so hard the needle breaks the sense you make is minimal man the quantity of logical flaws is pituful and it's worthless pointing out - the individual stands so you might aswell be logging out before I start bugging out contrary to you I correct like mathematics fooling around on a high level like aerobatics utterly smashing whacklings humiliating weaklings throwing reality in your face like a raging fist kid out to shatter your make belief shit
Riss, I'll admit you are pretty good but this isn't the suburbs dude, it's the motherfuckin' hood I don't have time to read the lines inbetween of your over-dressed up fancy-ass rhymes nobody understands what you mean. and don't take that as a bad thing. I mean it's good you can spell but how's that gonna help you when you're clearly going to hell for the whack ass shit you always put up on a wall don't even attempt that outline, you're a toy just fall off, and move back into your moms house safe and sound, and you can watch me take off her fuckin' blouse but that I guess isn't a bad thing either cause she can take care of you and even make you dinner look over your shoulder at your sketches and call you a winner at least you'll get big ups from your mom, right? oh and that retarded 14 year old next door, what's his name.. tom wright? there ya go, some respect on the streets hope I just made your day, maybe even your week. BLAHHH!!! I'm sure your walls are dope, no hate haha.
hood suburb its the fuckin net, living behind the screan , talking shit thinking that your mean, you aint shit, that is it, get, hit, with these rymes, commiting art crimes, people these days are faker then the brest on a celeberties chest, your all like the rest, you guys aint ill you aint sick, your a dike look a like, with a dick, you fuckin prick, going hard on this, fuckit im done go ahead and look up b slum!!!
Out in the suburbs and still I shit a verse and make you eat those words, you always wanna say fuck but try to fight the urge, but me I got vocab for days watch me splurge like a pyre of benjis to watch you burn. My style is envied so you watch and learn talk on turn or get stomped on the curb. I'm FUCKIN sly, young and high, and cocky but I got you on the run like ghadafi, tongue tied and coming sloppy I can see you getting nervous but rest assured you deserve this for speaking without purpose. My word is scripture, I'm built for worship like churches. Read this aloud as if its torah, explore my metaphors with dora cause your childs play to outshine like flood lights to auroras Bitch.