my verbal assualt causes a furious tantrum. i cant stand ya, ur wack like miss sandra. too thin to be hot, u can win in my spot. my thesis is to fecitious, no joke like diseases. call me lucifer cuz im evil, opposite of great jesus. im illicit when i spit, im hard to come by. dont miss it, or let ur gaurd get down sized. this may be my best, im at the top of my game. im better then the rest, no need to have fame. that will come later with more experience. have these rappers fake, they so delirious. talkin shit how they got it rough and shit. they not like me, they aint tough and shit. ill stop for now, before you all die, im like the drop top, wind all in ur eye!
i was talkin to tyler durden but if it hurts you then take it personal im personally hurtin you yeh thats what im talkin about, no doubt your a sucker and yeh your sucking your shemale sisters dick im hurtin you like i stab a bitch on the street no shit no mess just wreckin your pookie ass face
word up monor hoodrichsucka you aint ghetto youll never be a ***** you cant fuck with us man go in california in compton , south central or where ever you wanna same gee's like in here fuck you up for your cheddar but you aint got money so theyll fuck you up for cheese and butta i mean fuck man im spittin realness in this motherfucka hoodrichsucka you aint got shit on us we too hot like summer so youre gonna come over here bite rhymes from cry now die later? man you aint even a writer so you wanna be a rapper man fuck ya i kill you and put you down under
She was driving deeds and rhyming the breeze, miming trees It was a floating peace, she was flying free finally Clear as I can see, she was trying to be Nothing but to be what being is being and sleeping was sleeping Peacefully, her moonlit face, goddesses couldn't perfect her Holy coloring books couldn't control and correct her Gliding, never siding, riding always objective, selective And corrective, everything always in it's place when she walked Never destructive, spread peace, that's what love was, she'd talk And the world would go silent for her, birds would curse, mid-chirp Mid-work, mid-day, any time of the week she'd speak and hurt But always painless, always chainless, never vindictive Loved life and life loved her because she lived it Never missed it, a second was lost but didn't matter anyway I'd pay a dollar for her thoughts, she'd give me a penny to take them away Always careless and always brainless, lived from the heart But that doesn't mean intelligence aint a good start, she was street smart And beats talked to her like no other, music the mutual brother Between us, no language barriers, volume knob the translator Nature was natural to her, intrinsic minutes gasping to keep up the pace Time passes in masses, breaks the hourglass, past classes, and her face Keeps steady composition, phenomenal fiction of fake photography fixin And mixin with break beats and her eyes glisten Sets the stage ablaze, and there's no crowd but me, silently cheering Mute victory, celebrate it, never hated it, awesome blossom nearing She turns and love burns, eye contact fakes direct and fizzles She's one of a kind, a heavy raindrop caught in a light drizzle On a one-way path to that true lover's wide-eyed, bright skied Hope, and she doesn't know where she's taking me, just along for the ride.. Started last night Maybe I'll add more to this one later actually. I kinda like it. It's different for me
Pass, i dont remember talkin to you, i was talkin to monor, but fuck u too. Cant even type the word, usin astriks, callin ur self ghetto, ull get ur ass kicked. Ur rhymes are wack, cheese for butta? who says that shit? bitches who studda. you accuse me of biting the cry die line. ill abuse u for writing, u should die guy. ur rap is wack, doesnt even flow. u need to practice, u need to grow. not enough experience, in this rap game. but right now im serious, putting ur ass to shame. please quit now, cuz if u dont ill rhyme again, and my shit is dope. i see that monor's got is butt buddy to help him out. ur a fool for helping him, thats without a doubt. when was the last time u went to the hood? o thats right never, and u never should. im done for now, and u got killed. i shot u up lyrically, ur blood got spilled.
whenever i keystyle, or whatever you call it, you get your shit robbed, best check your fucking wallet, youre simply outmatched, so how bout just give up? youre messin with a mind thats simply corrupt, once your raps are not so retarded, and we don't end up, where we started, the day where you have multisyllable words, and your rhymes aren't so absurd, we can do a tight battle, until then its best you SKEEDADDLE!
man i went away for 20 minute time to fuck your girl in the bed and i come back see that shit im like bitch i aint dead? you rap is lame always the same make it rhyme at the end put comas here and there and thats the end? mothafucka i aint the one to blame i gotta tell you somethin man , dont get too full of yourself its a freestyle battle i dont give a fuck if you took it personnal but go kill yourself cause i dont wanna do it so ill just satisfy myself banging your head on my gold record shelf and thats gonna be enough for today faguett you think you won thats only the beginning isnt it 3 rounds you gotta do before winning you gotta learn to count cause im gonna cut of your fingers stop biting my shit take my dick out your mouth now stop battlin gimme the money and im out
man your talking about an e-hood or what? what the fuck is this lame shit, do you have some fucken consicence or what? how can you lyrically spill some fucken blood ill show you whit my fist how you spill some fucken blood ill make you bleed and love it, scream and ill love it take it personal bitch your a hoodrich sucka and your the worst rappa im young in this game but old enought to spit that your lame fuck it mother fucken snitch i love to test your patience like my man said go kill your self cause your impotent
man i cant get rid of that hoodrichsucka i can say his name fits him pretty well eh every line i spit every word i say pure violence my post traumatic flow send you to therapy quick spit quick , kick whack mc's outta my way old fashioned kung fu stance your rap is boring mine is elaborated see how i spit different styles different rhymes everytime my words penetrate you like a fork in your eyes you go blind searching for beef motionless backflip when you attack me , skip your verse and leave you defenceless im merciless , dens one aint scared of death
everyone talking bought the killin, ya stupid toy, thats the only shit that i ain't feelin you think it's about bustin caps an slappin bitches that shits not cool ya fuckin toolbag whatchu spittin you rhyme all sloppy, retard on the mic you making me happy clappin ya hands like H-Chris do, man fuck that kid he a retard like you create sum original shit make this game positive writtin fo life always sprayin knowlege kid
yo c'mon check out the flow i'm spittin simple shit, so you'll know might as well call me the dirty maverick your flow is stagnant like NYC traffic i spend big money, so cans i don't rack it i see weak lines, hell i attack it i'm a fiend for music, i'm an addict only a matter of time, before i go global you still in your house boy, not even local i spread my message by vocal you just a broke fuckin joke you'd get high, but weed you can't toke you couldn't afford it, so there for you don't smoke no matter though, you still twisted like a bag of rope a bullet in a barrel, you don't have any hope you standing on the corner, but your not slingin dope in the red light district in a car on a slope fuckin homo ass bitches, need to receive stitches lace ya up, narcs, snitches, rats ain't shit can keystyle, but fumble when i spit but shit don't get me down, ain't gonna quit i'm untouchable, i'm a global threat when i come around i make you sweat i'll let you worry for a while, so don't fret i'll strip your money so quick, i'd put you in debt me demolishin you, i'll take that bet
aight aight aight theres a lot of talking going on so imma start doing my shit on my own lets go bustin caps an slappin bitches man where dyou get that from all you ever did in your life suck dick and swallow the cum case-one , you gotta be kiddin me this guy come over here to try to diss me thats pathetic man , your style sucks spit 3 bars run out of the place hope to not get shot thats yuor lifestyle , you cant assume what you did or not i hate you man , more than i hate all those bigshots in here man you nothing never ever will be something IM HATIN you wnat something original here it is paraplegic mothafucka do you eat with your feet cause youre hands aint dirty MIND YOUR OWN BIZZ homo rapper , i bet you dont even write and if you do , i bet your shit is WHACK dont claim to be something your not , cause motherfucker, ill be back im lovin these streets like fiends love crack and you love that now im out , holla back or shut yo mouth thats that
(im done with beef, just freestylin for fun now) my steaz is a sea of wicked diseases. i seize emcees with ease and breezes. spit at cats like a skeez on she knees. trying to breathe like fab just count to three. dont stray far away from the rap game. u might get lost and put to shame. repitition is a must when u rap a lot. the solution is to switch it up on the spot. yeahhhhhhhhh
I was born with the mic in my hands wearing pampers , i started smoking grams you cant battle me imma champ imma show you whats gold , my flow comes in bars i got so much money i could buy you , shit is what you worth you like wearing baggy pants right fuck with me , and all youll be wearing is shorts try to run away its impossible my flow got you entangled your turn to struggle , you battle on internet , cause you cant win a fight im hurting your feelings , cause what im saying is right im picking on case-one cause you in my sight so next time if you wanna answer try not to bite and , i dont wear a bullet proof vest so if you wanna shoot me, do it right
i was not born with a mic in my hands i was born with abnormally large salivary glands i drooled puddles, lakes they say wanna battle me, i'll drown ya any day better hold ya breath, save ya last words battle rap blah blah blah rhyme birds ahhh shit man
Its about time you slow down and change direction no mistake taken from my comical inflection I use words so hot they'll burn through your retina no amount of fuckin visine could ever protect ya a legendary culmination of style and force burnin down bridges when left no other recourse first one to throw fists to keep shit right knockin out *****s like my name was Dolomite rollin hundreds deep just to reinforce the sight of hard jabs to the face like Round 3 of Fight Night a lyrical jack move, words so hard they fuck up your looks a beatdown so apocalyptic, its one for the record books while you all sell your dope and slang your coke I'm runnin your pockets and leavin your ass broke I've already wasted too much time on these bullshit rhymes time for me to merk, and leave you all behind