Shut the fuck up already and stay on topic. Theres a damn Mad Cow Disease thread if you wanna talk shit all day.
passleoinj is a fuckin wack like an eightball of crack and the buzz of a dozen triple stacks thats the closet to a rhyme you'll get from me
UnConscious has just been summoned, the demon of rhyme and reason I'm hip-hop's Joseph McCarthy exposin the nations treason Your freezin, stuck in the cold, not knowin wat to do Nuclear winter now unfolds, verbally wreck entire crews Who knew, who would of thought that just a single emcee Could drop the lines of fire ever so consistantly Enter the magic cipher, home of the pit vipers Insted i detect fear, spot queers and daily liars Retire the bitch made, go back to fifth grade Get the basics mastered before you get plastered, i split fades I spit graves, open up and vomit death Decieving leaving you grieving and pleading "Man whats left!?" "You took my heart, my soul, my moms and my kids" I reply and words fly, spin around and twist his lid Face mangled like rotting corpses and victims of pure evil I possess the top seat and to me you aren't equal Church steeples littered with people, you can't run nor hide I don't care where your from, don't care where you reside Unless you come to shed blood and end all that's right You'll drop like the sun and turn dark like the night Be one with me or fall flat on your face Melt from the scorching flames of my warm embrace Divine grace you cant taste, haven't and never will Death is my passion, throats im slashin, the blood forever spills Poppin these morphine pills, relax and tap jaws Acid stamps, ready to rant, i pant and grant laws Hands shaking, no longer aching, awaking from dark dreams Sweat gleams off my forehead awoken by loud screams Cloud beams, vowed schemes, in aw i plow teams Obscene, too extreme, supreme to all things I've seen too much, my eyes melt out of my sockets My world turns upside down, hoodlums empty my pockets This magical trip has turned for the worst I feel the burning inside, time to fuel my thirst I burst into a rage and am greeted by open arms They tell to calm down and reach for the alarm Guards rush in and take a hold of my body Tie me down to a gurdle, i start kickin like karate They tie my legs and inject the sedative Calm my nerves, i see birds, open eyes, my head i lift Instead i drift into the next dream full of good times and roses Back to biblical times, freein people with the prophet Moses Hold this next thought, i sought the good times and lines of dope rhymes Fall short of greatness only to feel emptyness while hope shines Joke finds its way into my cell and he laughs I grasp the bed sheets infected with the staph I graph up a plan to escape this psycho ward To return to my drugs and to feel so restored I lean toward the desk, reach deperately for the pen Once I get it in my grip, my plan can begin A sin to kill, but I must and I will If it means Ill get out, shit ill do it for the thrill I wait for the guard to come check on me I fake a simple seizure and he reaches for the key Unlocks my cell, comes in, unties my hands Just then I take the pen, grin and then he stands He scared he tries to yell, i stab him in the throat Smile as the blood gushes and his breath chokes Take his keys and proceed out the cell door Make a left, i stress more, move down the corridor Twists and turns no where to run plus i hear some more guards Their coming my way, my heart starts racing real hard Disgard of the pen or use it against myself Suicide is the only option or should i use stealth Sneak up on them, take a few down with me Seems out of the questions considering im small like whitney Fifty seconds until its all over, I put the pen to my wrist Gash open my soft flesh, i smell death in my midst I see his scythe i feel my life get sucked into his robe I watch as previous sights flash past me like a strobe My family, friends, school, and even these forums Brought to the table betwen heaven and hell, a common quorum God says he wants me, the devil says im his The arguing continues then they finally conduct bis. God says listen here, I'm taking him and thats final I need this man in heaven, he raps, i spin the vinyl My spinal cord gets pulled toward the holiest of sides The Devil begins to cry, he pleads he wanted me to guide His army of death into the Hip-Hop hall of fame He said im one of the best to spit if off the brain Insane, well thats the story, how i got to the top Hip-Hops runs in my veins, my reign will never stop So until next time boys and girls, its been a pleasure I take pride in bringin you a new 84 measures Note that im baked out of my mind and prolly dont make any sense at all. =P
Here it is, this is a new found lyrical rhapsody Try to keep up, ya gotta have a lotta mind capacity I type rhymes with a un-witnessed tenacity Won't ever hear or see me on Rap City Rhymes so bitter they'll leave you frost bit Before takin' shots you better pack a med kit Or you could wind up a dead kid, from the lines I spit There are already too many wannabe emcees If I got a dime per whack rapper It'd fill the seas Tower the trees, my words sting worse then African killa bees I'm not here to please, this threads on lock down I got it under seize I'm ghetto, I'm hood, I got money, You suck I'm good Most these kids spit ABC rhymes Worshipin' fake rappers puttin them down in the times It makes me sick to know the best rappers go unknown Or they had a short life or stood in the shadow outshone Whack emcees sit atop the throne, Platinum sales is their home Their shit is either written by someone else, or pre, never off the dome Ya gotta step your game up, gotta raise the bar Your lines you be typin' is by far under the par And I'm not directing this keystyle to anyone unless you take offense If so let the e-beefin commence, because I be talkin bout you This isn't the first time I lyrically committed homicide, it's roughly 22 And of course you knew, you rep a whack ass clique and crew Good, deserving emcees are rare, between far and few
you guys didnt understand yet eh? my boy is droping bombs on you mother fuckers try again later and this ''closet'' rhyme you know you worked on it for hours so im outta here
awwwhh heell yeahh ill butter up THIS dick and slip it in strong arm your ass so it cant win my cum is like holy water itll dissipate your sin and baptize that ass again and again your butthole is infinite looks like a black hole and my dick wont take your life but itll take your soul ill bury my dick deep in that ass like a sexually frustrated mole
Crazy? Pure bred psycho Let me unleash theis verbal tenacity They say Revenge is best served cold Ill jus slaughter u now, I gota give u sum credit for a bitch, u kinda bold Tho All u doing is talkin lotta shit scrub Ima drown u like I did ur bitch mother in da bathroom tub Wasters the only real ***** ever came from montrealll U all bite his style, like u bite my flow Come on u bitch made pussy, im strapped in ready to go Been waiting for the gunshots to ring, aint happening U front, hopeing I wouldn’t call ur bluff Now u stair perplexed, I new u weren’t so tough I drop bars like I drop bombs At the end of this fight ur gonna be labeled as bomingsciences best known retard Ya think u can spit all u doing nikka is half assing ya rhyme That shit u call rap aint worth a nick mmuch less a dime Takes more n that to buy my time….
you dont know shit about waster he'S not what you think and trust me , I,m right so sick of kids thinking waster was like a god or some shit fuckas like you didnt even talk to him once youre just another internet bitch im sic of wasting my time with whack bitches like yall i wont even answer cause you pissed me off with that waster shit later
get off his dick you dumb bitch he was not that good realize lol , youre just a worthless piece of shit like him
simmer down ur trrent of faggotry hasnt got u banned yet, but diising waste will get u outta her quicker than a fat bitch in dodgeball. im not even on wasters nuts but have a lil respect for the dead