lyrical spherical gay homosexual like deniro holes in his ass so large you could fit a bowl of cereal there
not relly i mean rhyming swishman with swish,man isnt exactly rhymin. its called puncuation pluss u rhymed ***** with ***** and ruberbands with rubber hands
then what would you call it? sorry im not a dope dyslexic emcee who prob chokes halfway between a line. thats how it is. tough love motherfucker.
but im not an mc, this is only a thread on a website, i never say this shit infront of people, so how could i choke? btw im dyslexic i dont see how that would give be a stutter if i was a rapper im not hating im just pointing out your kinda shiity on the e mic
and what im pointing out is. i dont sit on my ass all day writing shit like you prob do and post here all fucking day. im pretty sure you couldnt come up with half the shit you write without listening to jedi mind and watching cartoons swinging swords at each other for a couple hours before you can come up with a decent line. that "verse" i typed was completely out of boredom so therefore i dont give a fuck about your "crits" so next time i put something in here. ignore it. cause im pretty sure everytime i type something up in this thread seconds later you have something you HAVE to say. my point is next time,disregard i even wrote anything
oh and if you would like sketch. we could have a friendly battle. so we can just basically get to the point.
ok i can see wat your trying to do by saying i bite jedis style (wich is fucking stupid cuss i dont even lissten to them, if i was gunna bite anyones style itd be sum underground early 90s cats youd never hered of, or some uk mcs) but i actually have no clue wat u mean about i lyrics from sword cartoons?? i mean wat the fuck are you tlking about and honesly i never wright shit in this thread, obviously if i think of a better word or sum shit while im typing ill add it in or i might edit in more lines but i never sit and wright shit out, i wasnt critin you either, 1 im not egotystical enuff to dole out advise on a stoned hoby 2 crits are helpfull, i just said you were shitty 3 if i was giving out crits youd be near the back of the que as for me allways harrasing you dont be silly.
god, and fraud, coincidence those two words rhyme? minds blocked, your face show shock like you heard a mime reject my thoughts, and spit it out like two squirts of lime you play to much, you act too tough, do your crimes like i payed to much, and bought a clock, you aint worth the time i hurt when you rhyme, your not even worth two thirds of a dime you turn prime? that'll happen when the truth comes from the new york times im a bad guy to diss, mad scientists brew, you turned to grime we blew through you like chimes, your crew burned by mine only in due time, i do mine, crack your fucking dome hack you fucking clones, run back to fucking home, and pray to your god, i'll expose your fucking religion. i says its fraud, you chose this fucking position between logic and faith, face it, make the transition grow a mind, and im sure you'll find, fact over fiction fictitiously wishing, he's maliciously grinnin' how many grants you gettin? all those chants you spittin, rants cant, quit em, dont try all that smart lipping with me listen to me, i'll rip your limbs, like im stripping a tree im dissin for free, its a pleasure, you see, splitting Christians into 3 trust me, dont listen to the pasture, hes straight lyin, someone musta cut the phone wire to the almighty, because he aint replyin. buncha clones for hire ready to brawl, likely, because i got you wonder whying so fight me, for raggin on your way of life, whining becuase my holy lights not shining, i hope the pope rots crying.
My boy Este told me to come check out this thread, he said some boys unlead and others you'll dread Now that BlastFamous is here, You wack bitches are dead. Dont play with the big boys, if you'd rather fondle your sex toys I'll swallow you whole, like your moms swallowed my load. Releasing the best, upon fools. You're families nothing but incest, I told you! Unleashing the rest, breaking these rules, making you feel like less and less of an individual, i'll split you in two, like willy wonkas office room. I was the reason for columbine, shooting up your school like coke lines, graverobbing fools for jewels they families left on the tombs, of missing sons. spraying nuns with holy guns. You cant break the seal, because my words never expire, just spitting fire, to flamers like mind seaking lasers. Cutting your wrist for college majors. Im quicker than liquor stopping your liver. Drowning your family in the nearest river. Holding my toilet over your head, Dropping gangster shits. Dont let me get bent or youll be sent back to lancaster, bitch.
ay yo its psyce six yall like this so sit back and relax yall can tell i blew an l because im blazen on theez tracks when i start flowen i dont stop, take me out with the fader when i was a boy i picked up the mic and played it like playstation drop lyrics cuz im on at night i like to bomb in darknes where fear and evil creatures like to spawn its the motha fucken con voices in my head tell me to battle me ill slash thee and rip up ya whole crew cuz that'll be the end of you while im rare like eternal life drank from a witches brew yall are imposters fake ass phonies in gorilla suits runin around like animals when im caged up in a fucken zoo need to be released but they obtained that i will feast so for all yall bitches watch your back or yall become deceased to say the least i know i aint much but im rizen up like yeast to all you faggot ass mc's meet the beast from the east just a little diddy i cooked up real quick
see i was talking bout some shit with my boy fred and ,being gay's the only reason why you hang in the toy thread
pussy is a gift from god.. seing it sick is at the least depressing at least everytime i grip the mic im creased like t pressings my style tops it all off, i feast on v-dressings like wayne said.. im a pussy monster, a beast in the sheets with heat carressing k-y.. to get my days by i penetrate and spray thighs yall gay guys just say lies while the phax raps on wax and spits macs out his slacks i should be like the government and tax cuz its easy to see you feeble minded emcees is just whack your spits are dull, swingin lyrical axe attacks but not splittin shit im constantly liftin shit like jacks im a lone wolf but believe i still hunt with the pack hoppin outta the van with a battering ram ready to smash through ya back your spits smell like piss, my spits are the shit like ex lax unconscious flows are nautious, noway to digest raps cant follow my path, oh its so genocide the way it supresses plaque just call me the crest.. squeezin my blessed brain til it contests caps kall me the kops the way i arrest kats im like kardiak, the way i keep the flow pumpin like rebok straps stars and tongues shootin complex instructions needing computin my team never recruitin but like luisianna we river lootin never dilutin always stealin the show, the flow, then row up the stream i mean commutin yeall fruitin yall need to be booted im disputin ya troops salutes kuz the fakes im always uprootin yall bite more that babies toothin im always improvin and yall are always dissaprovin i ball, i u-haul like im movin spittin sounds thats so soothin oozin brains kuz im amused yall look konfused like ya lost.. prolly kuz ya losin yall cant win cuz im cruisin im steady balanced kuz im a libra and yall tippin like ya boozin i treat punks like red head step children.. i abuse em. bitch i kno im the bomb, theres no defusin i refuse to lose like lynch.. lyrically tie a noose and leave u forever snoozin i have no blemishes and yall are like some hemopheliacs.. easily bruisin parden me, but your flows suck and there is no excusin
I ask myself what’s the answer to these questions I ask My regrets from the past are best kept in the past I ask myself why is the sky blue why is my heart red And if tomorrow is tomorrow why am I living in passed tenths I ask my self why am i here where do we come from who is affected by the minor things we have done wrong The human brain why are we only using ten percent Are we some sort of science experiment This is what stops me from chilling back I will do what killed the cat before I can prove the facts
alright this is it son...I'm about to drop a bomb on y'all... this be fresh off the top of the dome y'all yo yo his palms are sweaty knees weak arms are heavy theres vomit on his sweater already mums spaghetti he nervous but on the seurface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs but he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down the whole crowd goes so loud he opens his mouth and whistled for a cab and when it came near the licence plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror if anything I could say this cab was rare but I said naw forget it yo holmes to bel-air