everyone on heres rhymes are suicidal get it through your head when i rap i stand next to your idol haha
you aint shit period..go take ur midol i drop the beat and break vitals i bake rivals and magistrate with blessings from the bible my gargantuate flows take u on an adventure, your flows small like mice ill call u fivel cant fuck with the title championship flippin quick and wreckin contenents like waves of tidal i just blaze like the tribals as i gaze at yalls recitals no survival at my arrival burry you alive with no chance of revival..
haha i quit..yall make me feel like a dumbass for even grippin mics and spittin edit by the way graffkid that one liner was pretty fresh haha actually provoked me..
at the funeral recital, my deaths not final, i rise out of hell, i fell, but manage to bail,and leave this bitch, and impaled, the holy grail, with the same nail they crucified jesus with. i devastate, from state to state, and serve fakes without plates like milk shakes, im tall, but my stilts, shakes, i left you a cold carcass, my squad bonds hardest, i conquer pens, call me a Khan artist. ugh i lost it.
kall me a khan artist, my fleet disappears in the east through the mist i creep with the need to feast on emcees who resemble the keif that fine ground up crystal shootin sounds like rounds out pistols the chief known for kissin the reefer under the mistle whistle cuz this trains on full force forward northern bound siftin through the records of vocals lost until the music is found orders to hounds search through the towns for sounds i use it for nouns, like who, where, and what but without the road paved by the greatest then its clear to see were fucked goin no where like lost within a thick fog this log journeys down the stream with a high self esteem and fiends for a rich god not golden but the slogans are wealthy in wits and with this knowledge i bring, hopefully i can abolish the slit wrists its not christianity, its opposite of eternity in fire pits its heaven, its levels high which we can fly if we can only put our heads in nose first like the van full of kids that bid the meddlin hop on the bike of lite but u go no where without peddlin understand the message im spreadin?
Thanks man. To any one reading this check out my track ''twot pheenz'' some dope shit right there. http://www.myspace.com/karexmc
on a steady diet of orange juice and boomers ima fuck wit ya head they callin me brain tumor we all got shit in our mouth yalls from rumors run it all over you cats like the sooners hungry dude im about the money first ima fresh camelback while ya dunnies thirst im choppin yall livers wurst then ya body delivered hurst took ya out the game tmac, off theee rockets wishin i aint smash out ya eye sockets closed casket, cant run this dead guy pockets hahah i dont even know .
dead guy pockets i raid like im killin cockroaches til i get the bread like krocket head like faucet cuz im flowin off the top, watch it, its hot and live like elecricity out thy sockets mock it, but ull never b me or come close to the steez emcee hoes i please with flows deliverin shivers down they S P I N E, waitin for my rhymes on they knees A T M O Z ive been low key but now its time to rise to the T O P owe me nothin but your attention pay it like federal corperations pay pension pay it like tuition into princeton to your comprehensions extention pay up and ill feed you dope until youll need intervention but breath devilish greed and get put in detention no prevention, pull you apart with four horses just to bring my chorus tension the metallic stinch of your blood drenchin, stretch til you quit quenchin from the bench into games where the murders commencin dominating without waiting, no debating so no cents in no hints were meant to be mentioned and thats my contention lyrically your out of ink and thell be no printin..
im spittin knowledge like obama stay blazed is dropping bombs like ousama leave you dead wrong like big poppa heating up your whole hood like tony montana now call me FG, the buddah smokaaaaa
put an A between that FG and you got your name.. stay the fuck outta my forum if you only spit lame.. i stay elevated above your game like a construction crane.. ill fold you up like a crane or like the crevases in your brain.. peep as my heat seeking words peirce your tympanic membrane.. panic and fear flames cuz my verbs are hot like severe pain.. the engineer of hearing aim with a clear shot so feel shame.. your down, strapped to the surgical table.. im the doctor standin above ready to inject a steel strain into your sense of being stable.. your unbalanced and im a libra.. i stay racing like a cheetah huntin down the fuckin zebras.. suckin cheeba and drinkin pink by the lituh.. heatuh on the waist but spittin kold like a freezuh.. consider this a teasuh cept im the opposite of pleasuh.. lyrically im takin over, call me the new age ceasuh.. your little compared to me and you better hand over the ebenezuh.. if not, doctors will be pullin out hollow tips shards with some tweezuhs.. you fuckin skeezuh..
you think you hard now but i got the harder rap, you wanna start shit il put a bullet in your starter cap, take a shot at me you better pray i get hit, and if you get me theres no way that you grazin my click,kid you aint shit, so just stay off the dick... and i got raw fuckers repin my crew, theyve been hit by steel rods that done shattterd in 2, your music bores us we acting comatose you got the crowd booing like the room is full of ghosts....
edit: haha kant keep that one up kuz sheisty mother fuckers be stealin rhymes with the quickness thinkin they slick..fuck that shit!
woooohhhh that was hot fire no lye dude do you got a mixtape or somewhere where i can actually listen to you shit sounds ill as fuck b! pm if you want peace... and stay spittin nothing but that zip-lock fluid....
yall ' know me throw me a 40 nd ill still hop in the front seat bumping to beats grindin in the caddy deville smokin wu's , poppin pills, coppin cheap thrills felling right. im fellin like mufuckin superman tonight and tonight theres gonna be a fight, b a fight, b a fight wether it b my hands or the gat sumbodies gettin buried tonight nd thats a fact shotty in trunk 3 heads in the back nine in my pocket pedal to the floor im pilotin a fuckin rocket. got me stuntin like im on sum spacebase actin like my head in orbit nd the aliens r giving chase. senses come to and i realize im still aggravted and caged in the same place they say this bottled pain is jus a phase but ive ben in pain even before i seen the dawn of day, razorblades are my salvation, joy is my damnnation suicidal tendecies are suicidal thoughts the fucked up shit ive seen them memorys cant be bought u ever seen ur old man propped up dead on a cot u ever feel so much rage boiling in your veins that ud rather hang urself that to live another day? i know i have, now i gotta be the man gotta be the slave but i aint going quietly im rock the crqadle rock this motherfucker till i take everyone of u motherfuckers to the grave !
to the grave and back ill still rap them facts cuz phax rocks the microphone swift crackin cats backs act like you kno and get snuffed with the fo-fo tongues like guns but yall *****s sweatin like keith kuz ya sweet like hunny bunn rolls yo, i just rip it off the top like concentrated orange juice i got the storaged proof and spittin like george boothed washington, crossing sons who step to the axe choppin down cherry tree fruit wat it do, if you a girl then ill call you baby boo if you a male, then ill call you cazy fool cuz steppin to me, its plain suicide when i let the fluids fly its like the acid, ya left in ruins fry from the burning toxins that evaporate your skin i, am emaculate, so its easy to see that of course im gonna win speaking of course, your the first your girl, i eat her too n make her cream with ice, but i consider her desert i penetrate her skirt without even trying to flirt youre dying with six outta six parts cursed im sorry, actually im not kuz its not my fault ur crying over hearts hurt its your girl, shes ur world but she fucked me for tart purp.. how u gonna let your love make love without a glove, i swear her sourness loved me worse deflowered her, your pushin flowers, your not above me your 6 feet deep underneath me, gettin sweeped beneath the rug see im solar radiation and your submarine freezing i creep with the thunder as skys leak and your eyes weep cuz you seek me my steez, the everlasting flow that my tongue goes with easily you couldnt blow a load standing over and jacking off on young dros tits breeding diseases tediously fuck your hoe spits, your frail, your third eyes blind but im not brail no readin me, im kumin with more knowledge than college theses you get ate like pork rinds and recees peices.. lyrically im the shit like feces.. vomiting cataclysmic events like comets and killin off your species..