my ***** Kilo D just fell right up out the blue which is cool cuz now at least we know he's true aint let his colors fade while we had gray days and the brain pain that our veins crave in strange ways never stays at bay how can our lives be saved? cant go to a preacher cuz im not down with jehova called him a bitch and a pushover see, really, i dont give two shits on the internet its easy to be hard, i got two clips for them *****s bangin' two six now your a witness to simplistics Kreap deuce way more killer then Orange Juice not getting toppled by none of yous death been know to strike in the one two--Threes smokin trees to maintain my composure not a poser, in fact you've never come closer to a ***** like me, might wanna take a picture shitll last longer then me and ya sister, ask i was with her venom spitter, but a cobra killer Han couldn't compare to me when it comes to bein' Solo ill karate kick the shit outta ya, like my name was Bolo and when it comes to bein' Kreapy, hit up NBC ask for Rob at suite 6633, he'll tell you everything about me...! Edit, not a freestyle, spent maybe 7 minutes altogether on it.
i got mad muchies cuz i jus smoke some hydro i might ur babies so keep em on da down low i fuck lil midgets and my dich is 10 inches i live like rockstar par like a pornstar my homeys take bullets for me cuz thek know i got there back me an my homeys pop em extasy cuz we go mads on a bitch ass, fact ima cook me this lady, get ur gravey on baby ill cook u nice and slow bite off that pinky cherry im a meen monkey blazin the greenest ganja poppin bottles like theres no tomorrow ima beast and feed on raw meat blazin trees like theres no tomorrow popin bottles like a beast uz know we eat dat raw meat
i hope the best, i confess to any foe that battle me i put the heat to ya neck, im talkin where the apple be got a grill and sum bar and i aint talkin bout applebees snapple leaf blunt tastin fruity as a apple tree and ill cap a g, wak rappers after me bad bitches saddle me, after actin mad at me i promise ima slap a B, 'nother hoe catastrophe chain so bright it shine through the whole galaxy
not a freestyle but only place to drop it: Bitch u aint my dog but ya best stay,this is a stick n move yea killa pop the canon it aint gonna take long to get n tha groove lets stick wit the plan and stick nd move Trying b a hero, I said don’t fuckin move patna, wat ya got left to prove, better yet playboy wat u got to loose? Ya job or ya life ill let u choose Me n homeboi loki,we jus no know en to stick nd jus wen to move, scopE out the site this aint a game we can afford to lose Fines piling up, bills to pay, hard work all fuckin day sick and tired, always taught work smart not hard so ill let my nine speak its got a lot to say, fuck ya ethics fuck ya methods its my time to shine my time to rule This aint for cowards or chumps , ya gotta pay to play tha quickest but most dangerous way, so quit actin a fool if ya really talkin bout makin that green Ya gotta knock em, be ruthlessly raw, savage and mean, rock em like the mic got ya stomach n knots flipping like a back alley hooker dyke Once u get on a roll of knockin, and throwin on a show it comes naturally yo, u never forget its jus like riding a bike, Grab ya heat Aim, fire,then repeat grab the loot get notorious gain fame, tired of knocking quick 7-ll jawns, start hustling getting more green than ya front lawn wat can I say I got a hustlers ambition, man on a mission was quyick to make a buck n the game got *****s hatin tring to compete with me got young bitches trying to diss my name they rtrying hop on my dick trying skip to the end nd smash through all the hurdles jus reach out nd grab that fame but I aint a bitch, ima run up in ya crib no mufuckin knock knock bust in ya door, hear the ticin nd the tockin of the clock final seconds aproch here the click clack of my glock trying to run the street wen I owbn the whole fuckin block mufuckin supremacy , lights out, got u sleepin so sleep well cuz now I got ya girl caught up in my web throw on the magic got her traped in my spell, like alice in wonderland non stop cryin,always askin wat happended nd I never get tired of lyinn but not me to leave a damsel indistress so bn me I lent a helpin hand holla back, dick deprived slut jus needed to fuck nd she aint half bad in the sack , holla holla holla bak at ur boy I read past her n a second I lead that bitch on n she still thinkin shes still so coy thought I could b played, honey im not like them others they boys nd bitch im all grown up wat u see is a man a man that’s got It all,cash,cars women, lowlife skum wen I fuck up to take the fall but it aint easy bn a real street og, im get tired of spitn at chall, it aint as easy as droopin a verse gets harder n harder out here to jus slang a brick much easier to bite a bullet fuck the squad car more like taken a ride n the back of a hearse ya fuck up once u done, shoulda made perfect shoulda rehearsed guilty conscious bout to burst,many years have come nd gone, to many stories to tell behind all the skars, not enough time never enough bars except wen u facing behind them beads of sweat begin to manifest wen u feel the weight of ya sins weighting u down don’t bitch up and freeze man up im already tired of u, ya just a frontin as fool playin gansta get out my face u make me laugh clown jus a tourist from outta town ya wana pick a fight y a wont make it throught the night but do ya time get released on parole escape from the life, escape from your shithole pack ya bags smoke a bowl nd may bull b successful like me nd make millions singing about yo life like I did mine wen I busted out this rhyme yea son rolling in benjamins im done with my life of crime (laughs echo out)
misery im the epitome of doom consume all thats righteous i might just smite this holy tomb i zoom like scopes on top of 50 caliber sniper rifles like the Eiffel i tower above every last disciple im like michael the king of modern day entertainment quick with payment or find yourself biting the curb of pavement natural arrangement, you peasants inside my presence bow to my feet, retreat, or feel the wrath of hells heavens demonic hierarchy, satans right hand man your shakin like a Haitian holdin dice in his hand your sand i spit fire turn your ass into glass one breath, seise whats left, my style you cant surpass flash like strobe lights, one blink, im mashin on your ass chop you up and sell you fast, black market hustler, call me cass idy i whoop the free style i run for miles dump the bodies in the platte and return to burnin files you see you wont catch me purchasing cds 17 and in debt taking anything offered free you see my heart departs from the souls of starving young artists if they want it bad enough, theyll steal it and travel distances the farthest the hardest thing for me is watching music become a job its no more that a hobby that gets lost within the fog of material things, big whips and flashy rings when did females decide to demoralize themselves to bitches, stop rapping begin to sing
im feelin the wrath develope deep within my soul my hands are cold, im left graspin pens to feel a whole it doesnt work when your constantly hearing the voices and choices of whether or not to act on nothing but noises im tired of hearing about someones problems with me if you got it lests solve it, unleash the problems in me im not sayin im hard but i wont back down take my beating with a smile never posing a frown unless its a bad day sparked by my mothers rage vursing at the top of her lungs another turn of the page another day in the life id rather see it all end id rather perch above a lava pit, just slip and fall in im goin through some tough times but im not lookin for help just leave my to by dispair, light the candle, watch it melt dont offer me solutions, offer liquid resolution drown my sorrows, watch em decay, pump my body with pollution revolution? nad id rather watch my poor soul suffer buffer down the frowns with round house kids and sharpened stickes, attitudes tougher i puff her, mary jane, to ease my mind and kill the pain pull the plug on my life and watch it all flow down the drain
it was september 15, 1935 Hitler the queen bee, in control of the hive installed the nuremberg laws, dehumanized the lives of every jew in germany, send down in nose dives demoralized, deprived, and locked with the borders developed on short notice under Adolph Hitlers orders the shoulders shrugged, innocent lives dazed and confused not knowing their fate, souls destined to feel bruised gassed, shot, and burned, no mercy can be earned they yearned for freedom and pity, none shown, stomaches churned some lost family members, some are the sole survivors some rode the chariot of death with satan as the driver a fighter for the past, have to explain the history forget stories of glittery, i preach the misery if you cant find enough love in your heart to feel the sorrow borrow mine, a gold mine, enough kindness to spill into tomorrow
down south texas shiiiit.... in texas where im wrekin hataz still tryna be plexin/ ill shank ya like a mexican and take ya chain necklace/ dammit im wreckless, they know i stay throwed/ cant stop my pay roll i just let ma K go/ im fittna spray hoes, flow so saucy like alfredo/ betta lay low, steel re-arrange ya face like play-doh/ hey hoe, its easy pimpin on my leage/ swich one, get funds, VIP, No ID/ yellow bones, they eye me, ill put a deuce where her thigh be/ we both strapped up with sum purp and the high leaf/ you wanna test me? i put a mac where ya chest be/ stressed g pak a cess where my vest be/ TEST ME, hollow point through ya left cheek/ ima down south playa puttin clips where the nest be/
haha, swich, im feelin' that alfredo line made me giggle cuz i work at fuckin' pizza hut. and, so im not a fuckin post slut. doin damage to bitches who cant manage dont want this beef, vegan go back to the cabbage munchin' on leaves like wascally wabbits burnin' leaves is my bad habit back to the trap kid gotta, arm myself with the strap kid because on Satan Side it's do or die, and in they face im laughin im talkin' about the Boxwood Bitches they come thru, gotta leave'em with stitches and im a DJ with my deuce fin, trigger finger scratchin and itchen then im off to the shop, where the murder plots run rampant god damnit, flow so hot you cant stand it Shaq's gonna advertise my style cuz it's so Icy Hot listen to my shit to ease the pain you got my head fuckin' hurts.
i got time to rhyme to the best of my ablitys thinking im ill when im not,ha ha silly me words twist round my brain with mass agilty filling me with the steez i need to spit it out, see i got problems, too many to count. but they matter not, so i will not pout or spout shit yall dun care about. all i got right now pce!!
Yo eat my shit lick my clit do a split on a tit oooo yeaaaaaa bow down to the killa mcgilla gorilla im bettah then ghost face killa wheres my skrilla my dog otis wrote this piss on u lick her boot this is the dopes shit ever wrote
oo alright words grow and build within my stomach and if i dont spit em out soon theyll find theyre way out my back and rip and attack and take advantage of what i lack to open my mouth and explain it and say that so i dont respect my rhymes thats why i write them in crap im not invincible even more im not confident i feel my ego crack and break, bones dont break they only bruise its all been said its only old news i just hope someday this death grip learns to go loose squeeze and confide and choke out the last bit of laughter again ill hide because it aint no happy after this bastard! please dont refer to me as master because i cant speak quick but my words to say are only breeding faster
Got my krylon with the fat cap/and the mic so now i rap/ i keep a marker on my lap/ Soo if i see my spot dissed/ ima twissed the lid off/ and show you now im really pissed off/ put a big T.O.Y on you/ and show u who runs what/ and who runs who/with one simple color i choose blue/ JUST QUIT WRITING/ and stop beef CUZ ILL KEEP FIGHTING/ SHIT HURTS just like lighting/Now its time to pay off dues/by next tues / or u will be singing blues/ TIME TO CHOOSE/ its all over no winign u just loose
Yo, I, I Get Money, money I'm paid My name is 50 Cent, I make music to get played I don't give a fuck about quality music I got Eminem and all of G-Unit Just kicked out Young Buck, the last one with any skill I'm done with him, now I got more money in the paper mill I ruined Mobb Deep's career aren't y'all proud of me? I lied a little before, not shot 9 times more like three Yet y'all still buyin my shitty whack tracks Couldn't even beat Kanye that shit is facts My albums progressively get worse and worse Shit son, signing to Aftermath must a been a curse I had y'all faggots lovin' my track window shopper You all listen to a gay, because I'm a dildo hopper! You all copped my gay book Pieces to Weight If you didn't you all lames because you just hate Idk, heard Top Billin' thought of I Get Money So I decided to make fun of 50 Cent's Lame Ass I'll drop another freestyle later...