Im full of turkey on this thanksgiving night Mashed potatos, stuffing, and gravy it was outta sight I ate that shit and all the fixins with all my might These holiday lyrics are fly, its time to catch my flight Ya'll fight and fight, but whatcha think of these rhymes? I think they're alright ha
tired of living, sick of not dieing so many attempts im called the suicide tyrant so many overdoses now im the hoapitals number one client they just hold me my room, i pay rent while they supply it fuck this rappin shit
well, i suck hi kids! me and Gesus will show you what suicide is bombs around our waists, the everyday nihilists! but if we're goin' down a couple thou are comin' with us inside the church, this'll be the first order of business malign minds, well, i can't find mine, that's why i'm eatin others brains its gooey and chewy, but's i think thats okay, i kinda like the taste what's that smell...? me shitting myself.
i crawl lacs with tall stacks so hoes on the ball sack draw back a small mac and brains on a laws back fall back young solider or you can get ya jaw clapped saw that paper and jumped up on all cash the flow dont stop when it come to the bops slugs pop on the block wen we rollin on shocks cops like the rocks, cuz they on the watch got a flock of snow rocks in the sock hop on the scene with codeine and tinted screens starched dahn jeans lookin so crispy clean roll with a team of sick twisted G's sip on lean, split wigs and leave no remourse dahn this course for real wanna bumb guns well i hope ya grip sum steel candy spill in the ville where i make mills take bills and stay trill offa my pay reel..............nyukka!
just depends on where you put the emphasis, but maybe youde like it better if it were just and "then get down right tactical" instead of the go a lil further part... idk i just didnt wanna edit my shit.
Yeah, well why would i lie about being poor, and barely having a house? Listen, i am not a writer, like eazy-e, but i am a good rapper, my flow is solid so shut the fuck up, you still havn't commented on my rap
aw it seems yellow needs a talking to. I karate kick kangaroos, with slang I bruise, time to mangle crews to cries of "dang I lose!", I'll hang with you...but only till you drop dead, cuz i need my neck to support my fuckin hot head! I've shot lead, at kids who start to wine, leavin Yellow feelin dead cuz he left his heart online, my bars are fine, I dont need you to correct me, i'll leave Yellow gone like the Coldplay case was empty!...kid im hefty, weighin 700 lbs, cuz the bodies that i carry cant drag along the ground! i bang with soind, I think i struck a tragic blow, cuz you couldnt "see Tricks" at a fuckin magic show....
Fuck this thread, i leave you all on the floor half dead, then run over your arms till my tyres go red, then cover you with petrol, set you alight, burn you down to ashes, flashes of the purest red, i put you in a coma, and i put 66 in your dome-a...fuck it...
it aint much of a surprise that everyone is a murder rap picture that i couldn't expect any other kind of sentence wrap because my text sat down struggling over broken hearts struggling to start like my ride but its missing car parts pulling apart each word frame by frame maybe its only hard because i forgot how to play the game covered with a shroud of shame that keeps my world dark set that spark of light thatll burn my skin like tree bark make my mark to gain my place scrawled on your face make my presence permanent without a petty erase at most my ink might smear last until the end of the year
On the outside stand strong like shit don't faze me Maybe, because it's eatin' me up on the inside daily Crazy I just keep findin myself in the same damn boat Lost a float, message in a bottle, murder he wrote Soaked, I keep feelin' like I'm losin' all of my friends This shit keeps happening that no one ever intends Or comprehends, people gettin' worked up and upset Still not up yet, apparently I still haven't had enough yet Shit goes great for a while then it all falls to pieces I have a thesis, trends up and down more than Nasdaq How whack, feelin' like we're havin more fights than fun I just wanna be done, shit really might not have begun My boys got my back, nope only one of em thats a fact My girls got my back, nope none of em now, thats whack I can't relax, lately I'm on edge, just waitin to burst When worst comes to worst, apparently it's you first I feel like shit, I can't sleep, I'm hungry but I can't eat I thought we could, apparently we just can't compete Dot Dot delete, retreat, I'll be damned if I do repeat I forget now how it was we all even came to meet We've had good times, and we've had a few fights But never would I trade it back for all of the nights That I spent with you, you, her, him and the crew Parkin' lot pimpin', partyin', kickin it, or whatever we do We did, what do they say if it's too good to be true It probably is, but fuck we just tryna have fun like kids Well, we're growin' up, next year we'll probably all be gone Thinkin back reminiscing on how this shit all went wrong Sing a song, dance, drink, smoke some tree, whatever Rock bottom, shit can only get better, I'll miss forever Thinkin' I'm just sayin' all this shit just to be sayin' it? Nah, theres a message here man, and I'm conveyin' it So I'm telling you this all right now for your own benefit Read this slow, at least take away a good 95 percent of it There's a lotta shit goin' on right now, no ones gonna know Woah, I tried, so now I'm a sit back and watch the show Take it like a man, take one for the team like my homie Apparently you didn't know me, as well as I thought If you can't have it, it's always somethin' you want True talk, so if I upset you then yeah I do apologize But realize, those real eyes, see through those real lies.
droppin lyrical bombs like a hiphop zombie saddam bring the heat, bring the funk no matter what all your bitches are leavign covered in my spunk BUMP,BUMP,BUMP the bass in my trunk cruisin' puffin a dutch, when ni66az ask "what's up?" i say not much. shiiieeetttttt *b-boy stance* *gesus pout face* lullz
second to last but still next to none part of my past but still part of anyone i come from the lab really haven't seen much daylight apart from my scabs its still proof im able to fight im alright at least most of the time i still can stand really its a constant battle to rhyme but i understand cause hard work and effort are the greatest pleasure of all from the blood on my shirt ill still refuse to go to the hospital first to fall just learn to get up not crying over scraped knees over time ive received my cup but still havent filled my needs eh just experimenting what do you guys think?
Hey, my rhymes is glorious, offensive and notorious, i beat you pound for pound, now watch me fire off this round, as i unleash this fantastic sound, and now theres another MC for me to drownd, my style mathematical, and mechanical, gets downright tactical, oh so practical, my mind is macbook compatible, i take you and i amputate, then i'll start and mutilate, and dice, can't concentrate, sellin my glocks, admit i really rocks, o get your head flown 100 blocks, no more jokes on sucking cocks, my rhymes not complex, butcha know dey wrecks, lyk ma ears afta u on the dex, you know i is the rap chief, stop bein' a fool or lose teeth, rollin' on sick rims, big car punish you for sins, ....What do we think gentlemen?....
BRAINLORD- quite solid, has a decent pattern, thogh you may (MAY) want to edit the daylight part as it is so long, and the next line so short, it is hard to spit to, just a friendly tip...you may need to use some word play for the hospital and all bits....
i dont freestyle, but i do know that anybody who bites should get a hammer to the knee. the sledge kind. so like anybody who has a shitty job, no girlfriend, no money, and no friends, feel free to go ahead and go bungy jumping without the chord.
is it really a freestyle if you have all the time in the world to think it out, type it up, look it over, and make adjustments as needed?
People don't get jokes here do they? I bite, and in one of my songs i wrote: "i don't bite the hand that feeds me, i tear it off from the elbow...." And then i dropped that li9ne to see if you went "oooh clever" but nobody did, which dissapoints me.... I know i'm gettin older as i look over my shoulder, my lyrics gettin bigger and dey gettin bolder, like music full of reble, and bass 'n' treble, time to fucking take it to the next level!