you call that a flow? I call it 4 measly bars...go back to preschool and your fischerprice cars..I'm way over your head, see me up in the stars? You can try and make it up here but its kinda far. You'll never reach this place its above your mentality, and if you step to me I'll call that instant fatality cause I'm an abnormality, killing off the population slow and with brutality. You can't battle me. I'm the shadow on the wall, I'm that pain in your neck..I'm the monster in your closet, I'm the wolf on your deck...behaving like a little spek that just won't go away, I'll race you to the clear shakespeare, and I'll lap you all day.

 

Speaking of flow, I see that you have none.
Your Mother goose rhymes are as lethal as a cap gun.
Monster in the closet? I almost laughed at that one.
Pass the first grade before you attempt to diss someone.

It's difficult to rap, when the person can't write
Lines so weak, Vanilla Ice wouldn't even bite.
I'm better with a can than I am on the mic
Which is funny because what you produce on the can is what you produce on the mic.

 

Vanilla ice is nice
compared to you.
so im gonna slice and dice
and run you through.
i dun got my rhyme gun
and my aim is true.
i spit better flow than you,
since i was two.
i learn my skills from sesame street
and in preschool.
and dont hate on cap guns or ill cap you fool.

 

you say you got yourself a rhyme gun,
then pull that lyrical trigger,
and please blow your head off,
before it gets bigger,
you claim that sesame street taught you your skills,
well your shit sucks, kill yourself, here's a bottle of pills,
and if that don't work,
then come to me the next day and try to spit,
my lyrical sword will slice your fucking brain to bits.

[no beef, just a random verbal queef]

 

(No Beef Neitha)

Your lyrical sword be dull, call me excalibur

Pull these rhymes out of my ass like the sword and stone calibur

But this aint no fairy tale is the rules of the forum

All biters be sacks of apples and its my job to core 'em

Give me four more lines man, the pain 'll be over quick

Harder than tryin' to spit while you suck this cliffs of dover dick

So you better step back and take a fuckin clue home

Cause it was shake on the forums beatin suckas with the microphone

[I fucking love this thread, one of my favorite things to do is to rap. Right on to everyone doing this with me]

 

give you four more lines and it will end real quick?
i hope i last that long, your wack rhymes be makin me sick.
you wanna battle me? i'll take on your whole clique.
jumping off you lame ass lines like bouncing on a pogo stick.
so you say your shakespear well that must make me mercutio
chilling with my boys romeo and benvolio.
my mad skill be ill and giving you polio.

(im so glad i brough this thread back )

 

stick your toung back in your mouth. you aint a saint.
i aint hearin shit you sayin, cause that voice is faint
you think your the shit cause you got B in freshman lit?
niigar please quit and come back when you get some whit.
shakespear just stop. no one wants to hear more
just like when your name came up in eng 134
i read the first line and knew the rest of that shit was a bore
shut the fuck up
you callin out no beef tryin nata step on noones toes.
look at what thread your in and stop being sucha stupid hoe.
your are all just verberal vertical queefs
who sleep in dirty sheets with paint on their fingers and all in they teeth
grafitti is so cool
i write smilie faces on my class desk
my teacher gets mad at me
but im king of the class and am the best
sharpies are so cool and majorly awsome
i just scribbled on a pice of paper and it looks like a possum
you can catch me never flossin
pb and j's taste good with orange juice
the words you say are like butt juice
cock on the loose
work on your bars, needs more upside down stars
cars
you face has characteristics of reba

 

eyo
yall are wack//
mattafact, ima step thru//
show u, how i kick a slick verse like some kung fu//
got the forum stunned off my lyrics//
got members tryin to mimic,but my flow aint no gimic//
plus my lines are sick, like a walk-in clinic//
so i had to step up in this//
like i "step up 2 the streets"//
real speak//
i stay up with the freaks//
til the AM with the can in my hand, while u warm in ya bedsheets//
thats it fuck wastin a rhyme//
i got dope shit rite here, kill u cats nine times//

hahahahaha
step up

 

Sincewhen was last but passed the class with his opossum sass
So Karma listen up fast cuz I'm back for your ass to put you in a cast when my verse comes to past.
I'm on the attack
You're nuthin but a talentless hack
skill you lack
You ain't got the nack and that's a fact
You best leave and don't come back
or you'll get jacked in the sack.

 

hold up vagrant, i think you skipped braintax,
you made him angry on his period, bring him a tampax,
calm down braintax, it's ok, chill,
here's a cup of water, pop another midol pill
and oh the person above me, vagrant, i'm going to give you a pass
because by just looking at your rhymes, i know i'd slaughter your ass,
you say 'sincewhen' is nothing but a talentless hack,
but you seem like the leader of the talentless pack,
so ok, maybe i didn't give you a pass, but i only gave you 2 lines,
because thats all i thought worthy of your weak preschool rhymes.

[no beef, just a little bit or verbal queef]

 

trigger finger scratchin the itch when im blastin a clip
afterwords im stashin this shit and im back to the strip
your life is just an act in a script, n u actin a bitch
if u keep on havin a fit, im gonna be smackin a snitch
but yo, ill have ur family in flames, and u prolly think this man is insane
but i stay fly until i die like i was crashin a plane, got ladies askin my name
fuck on the couch then kick her out n make her stand in the rain
each n everyone of u are nothin but skillless,
completely sick with the pen and i am lovin this illness
my style on that murda shit n every verse is sick
u think ur style wild but no ones ever heard of it
get at me

 

Gats,fat clips, man fuck this psudo gangsta bitch
Everyone can tell that you aint really about that shit
E-thug for life. Sayin "I'm the Don in Mafia Wars.
I got a caddy, lotta drugs, and a house stocked full of whores."
Thinking you're the sickest. You think your rhymes are infinite?
Rethink your standards, homie, that shit was ignorant.
Get back at me, should be easy if you're truly down.
NouveauP, on BS forums, schoolin on these fuckin clowns.

 

Breakin down the windows and the E-thug doors

This is the shake rampage sayin fuck mafia wars

I agree with ya, there clowns, the kind a water gun shoot

But im givin your whores, your house and your caddy the boot

Stealin all your money, not your style cause you have none

Your beefs got the itis man its time for you to take a nap son

But lets not go to deep, cause on the surface its a battle

So let shake tuck you to sleep, holla if you need your rattle

I rep the 250 in the city of gardens

And when this canadian hits back witty, your dick hardens

EARLY!

 

Yo, pardon me, but dont nobody want a part of me
If u try to start wit me then you gonna have to spar wit me n i would whole heatedly remove all ya arteries
Every bar from me is like they chargin me with a lifetime term of felony grand larceny
Guarantee every beat be smoked like a jar of weed and every instrumental becomes a piece of arsonry
N i wont lie, yea ima white dude from the burbs, but i am rude with these verbs
It mean i got a mean flow when i am choosin these words,
but if U try to lead *****s, and it will only end in mutiny,
But i suffer from lunacy so what the fuck could you do to me?
... That i couldnt do to myself, or even worse, i got too many sins on my soul to leave in church
I am utterly much too twisted to be earth, is my mind supposed to be a gift or be a curse?
Maybe I should jus silence the questions and get me a hearse...

 

Vagrant man you still show your head round this bitch,
thought that last battle taught you a lesson guess not so now you'll be lyin in a ditch,
my squad is raw and we invented "the facts",
An guess what I'll never be like you, I'm not a talentless hack,
You always call out Karma like you want my sack,
We all know you a fucking queer but let me get on track,
See I'm so sick I'll infect your reflection,
I'm innovative and I ensue domination,
Temptation to end your life nigha killins such a sensation,
I don't like you nigha not one bit, in fact nigha I got on to tell you hop off my dick,
I'm so mean that my saliva spits an I kill with a souljas clip,
Only thing left here is to give you a tip Vagrant,
Stop bein a soft pussy nigha cause your rhymes smell like my bitches fragrance.

 

karma ya bitch do you even write i know u from nyc so you got lots of cats to bite
i never really freestyled before but ima lay you out tonight
you think nyugahs want your dick but its just some wishful thinkin
i can smell ur pussy from here and damn its stinkin
dont worry ill spare your life all i want if yourfirst born and your wife
you be livin your life and that shit is trife , do us a favour and end your life
if not i do it for ya, your head chopped off with a saber or i make you ma nygah whip ya ass for some slave labour.

like i said my first "real" freestyle........any tips or just spit what comes to mind?

 

meeeeh shut up cunt

 

well, you really cant spit so clearly you swallow
your rhymes are just childish, unimaginative, and hollow
but now you're getting schooled by the leader so stand up and follow
shit, you're cheezier than the inside of a god damn wonton
whereas i repeat the consciousness like quantum fields and photons
you need to accept the fact that you don't really have skills
and you're a cross dressing tranny, that's sporting high heels
with rhymes about as cheap as a fucking happy meal. for real.

i slice through experience and sit upon the seat
of the dualist interaction and the rhythm of the beat
while you're perched on yours knees
just a-slobberin' my meat

 

All you did was copy everything I said you bitin bitch, what a pity,
I bet you think your dope, but we know you still suck on your Moms titty,
These so called "rhymes" you write, SON they're all shitty,
I just need four decent bars to crush you so be gone you little kiddy.