tightest shit i've seen on here in a minute. "in jail while im camping...my bars are intense" that line is amazing. i'm taking the game over, cause i've always been greedy my parents spoiled me, wasn't ready when they released me i stick out like 3d, but most people can't see me it's like the untrained eye trying to read graffiti and you mc's can't beat me, i speak through mp3's never freestyle cause my style ain't free so when you battle rappers wanna holla at me i make tracks, like a junkie, let me roll up my sleeves i spank beats. i got rap bent over my knee and i'm yellin who's ya daddy, but he older than me blah...
(not directed at anyone) Take a deep breath, listen to your heart stop thumpin I'll spit your death, feel your blood stop pumpin Lyrical daggars murder little loser taggers Poetic blades disembowel bitch braggers Steal your girl and put on the swagger, My dicks so large I gag her. Hearin "Finish Him" as this verse ends and I leave you to stagger. Give it up, your pitiful life is through Slain by Vagrant in his Freestyle Rapping debut You're just a little punk who thinks he's coo' But you watch Winnie the Pooh and listen to Blink-182 I would rhyme some more but I bid you adeiu (haha)
listen yellow haze, if i make you cry , or if I break your heart could you forgive me? Im just doing whats best for everybody punk ass bitch your new kid- this is BS the internet prison you got burned and its time to scrape you like resin its in our power to bomb shit like the 2 towers you should know not to drop lines when you in the showers rich kid from the english burbs step the fuck back from me cause you gon get served i dont want you to get hurt , but you will and you know it my style made more victims than africa conflictss talk about you pack guns when you cant even lift one i train on the daily , if you wanna fight come get some i got a chronic problem , getting high since im 12 you 14 and you didnt go through shit and ive been through hell stop talking like your hard , stop saying you getting knocked the fuck out if you wanna be real stop trying and follow my route little kid needs to learn to walk before running
A colab done on another site: Rap is my nationality, my punches send you to insanity, they wheel you in, strapped to a table, mentally unstable, after the beating i gave you, unable, to walk, your reduced to a jabbering mess, expect nothing less, when you *bleep* with a gangstet made of pure lyrics, my evil, will send you to hysterics, i stand out, from all the generics, i attract attention, i give you a thorough comprhension, a detention, for trying to get the club up, create fun, my shit got the force of a gun, shot straight from the lung, so run bitch run, and don't stop, til ya reach the sun, i about to lay off my homie, come on homie showme, This is a rap battle and you’re skills are being put on test Slaughter you with rabid jabs that decimate your chest Take ya best jab, and spin it back until you get concussion This aint a rap battle, its spontaneous lyrical combustion Fvck lyrical discussion, I’m here to bust ya rib cage With a lyrical twelve gauge, formed from pure rage You’re on stage, and your bars just fail to deliver I spit potent venom, that’ll rot your fvcking liver
Fucker, yo think i'm rich? you obviously don't read my lyrics, i am barely eatin, struggling to feed me and my mother, i am 14, but i don't go to school, i have to work with my dad to earn enough money to buy shit from netto, so before you go calling me rich, just fucking listen, instead off pissin your fuckin shit lyrics, little shit rhymes, fucker, you like dog shit, your there everytime i spit....
watching this mutherfucker, i hate him, i swear, for dinner once i ate him, he can't read, thicko, ill make his fucking eyes bleed, knock his head off with speed and haste, turn your fuckin head into paste, theres not a punch that i would waste, he should think before he opens, his big cocksucker, he truly is a fucker, i would stamp on his brain, and make you feel the pain, of coming under a rain, of fucked up knives, i have been stabbed 5 times, and you talk about hell? what about the fact that i been hit with a shell? so when you talk about hell, know that theres other people with bad lives as well, you talk about walk before i go running, well you are still crawling, fucker wait till we get brawlin, i shoot you in the face 5 times, it'll make an improvement on your looks, wouldn't have to listen to your fucked up rhymes
aight, ok. lemme get in n drop my 2 cents all yall kids talkin bout violence is justa nuicanse lets face it half your whole rap is useless and the other half is truethless theres no need to get internet ruthless n leave somebody lyricaly toothless but ima bouta, slap you around need some hand powda you dont wanna start it with me. my lyrics go beyond mathmatical back to practical and then a lil further and get down right tactical So sophisticated my minds macbook compatible yours is just uninhabitable N now you trippin over your own words as your read what iv just written Its these skills that leave all the girlies smitten and there homeboys wishin they could be dishin the kinda shit given i do cause im a king of this freestyle shit your just a peseant ora peon, i been around awhile dog ima warrior might as well call me Cleon. Cause i be destroyin destroyers actin colder than freon the only way you gunna see any colder is if you go to antarctica to get yo ski on! HAH ha Happy thanksgiving peeps lemme know whatcha think
oh and this line: you should know not to drop lines when you in the showers is awesome . lol and yellow: you like dog shit, your there everytime i spit.... this basically says you spit dog shit... so either you be eatin it, or your dissin your own rhymes... idk neither one is very good for you ha
my city u lucky 2 see anoher sun set, kids with guns step, youts diein over dumb bets, seen as just anoter young threat, finish school cuss lifes just one test, fail an ur a dead beat, u dread sleep, nightmares in ur heads deep, spent all ur bread weeks, ago,over some stupid hoe, never flirt with kids tho, only step to cuties with cupids flow u stuck macking booty on skid row,
clever fucking bastard, i meant in the way that wherever i go, dogshit is there...uuugh This is a rap battle and you’re skills are being put on test Slaughter you with rabid jabs that decimate your chest Take ya best jab, and spin it back until you get concussion This aint a rap battle, its spontaneous lyrical combustion Fvck lyrical discussion, I’m here to bust ya rib cage With a lyrical twelve gauge, formed from pure rage You’re on stage, and your bars just fail to deliver I spit potent venom, that’ll rot your fvcking liver it seems that whenever i do a good rhyme, ya'll ignore, so READ this one....
my words dont just desimate ur chest, spittin hooks that scarpe ur flesh, punch line that'le take your breath, never swith spontainius, always ready wen im bustin, heat seekin metaphors, fuck combustion, set a claw, to ur guts an, watch em wet the floor, no use cussin, thats wat i got lyrics buckin like a beretta for, my lungs are gail force, freestyle whilee out runin a male horse, combat diceaplin fuck ur frail chores,
i spit so hot, it evaporate the saliva in my mouth so when i ask you for a drink, please, help a brother out
never that fam, sure i got my old acount banned but u cnt get rid of me allways come back like herpes
shit you say it, how can I believe what you say if you bite half of your verses?? You know im just trying to make you mad?? I dont really give a shit about your life and all that stuff that you so-call interesting going on.
your right, if we belived the shit he said in his "rhymes" we would think he was a god and all that shit...stop bitching yellow haze.