you dont really rap as for writing no its "you dont..." i got all your tags off tha wall like menudo i got more heat i swear you couldnt shoot those go to toy forum you need help from them culos cuz you less than tha worst bout a hundred past zero if i took yo as to court youd need more than shapiro cuz you fake like a silicone pillow in a stripper i got cats on tha fence like that dude john tripper hang you out like some draws fulla piss from my miller no beef i just dropped like a shit on tha first 120 pounds later got this kid sportin a purse
Im trying to make half a mill and hotbox a mercdes too bad b.o and paintstains aint to cool with the ladys but it dont really phase me cuz it aint nothing like this I gotta get this bread and paint these walls and I got 5 cans of rusto along with my balls -odonthesetrees nice rhymes yo
word thanks man, i just come in here for shits and giggles...im more into classic rock and poetry than rap id say, but if i hear a fresh rhyme ill lsiten to some rap
yao. im back im not black but im ready to kill yes your damn right c-moneys lines thrill. i got some fresh ass lines that im ready to post if any of yall wanna battle youl get burnt like dry toast. i gots a tummy ache up i can deal wif dat. il bust you in the lip make that shit feal reall fat. as of tomarrow im off to new olreans. getting drunk as a fuck while my sneakers stay clean. yeah i smoke boges and i fuck with game dutches. fuck with c-murda and il put you in crutches.
you're raps sound like a white kid hummin oh wait thats what they really are, you wern't frontin you're an arrogant maniacle bitch and you think you're the shit and you think you an hit well i can hit with my lines twice as much damage in half the time how many of you peopel can say somethign smart without talking botu drugs cause weve all done our part i hate these mainstream lines about clubns and drinking and smokign and girls and dubs fuck all that nonsense lets get back on track there i was spitting for yall, sure was wack
yo yo yo check it yo, u diss missta fresh,ill carv a hole in ur chest, u about to get pawned like we was playin chess, M-F-P-C YA HERRRD
I'm the real, I never need a hype man and my freshness still shocks ya like lightnin' it's frightnin' how i'm sykin' out these lames playin the same games, no play from the dames Yeah it was me Basetwo markin over you tag And it wasn't too hard cause your name ain't up far shitting on your weak shit like a japanese porn star
you lost all the flow with the line ending in "tag" you say you're the real and you don't need a conman but you also said you don't get play from the girls and i take it all as a lie cause its one then another hold up on the contradictions while i fuck your mother damn she rides it fast and she rides it hard but her pussy feels like fucking a jar of lard you know what i mean when its too damn sloppy she needs a vaccum to clean that socket
woke up in a dark hot coffin, oh my god, I'm queer.. I'm in liberace's body, he's been dead for years.. clawed my way out of the death pit, a new life before me.. how the fuck's a decomposed body gonna cap a 40...? I need juice: old english is the weapon of choice.. maybe I could convince it's me to one of by boys.. sure, I got a rotten disposition, but fuck, I'm on a mission.. to put my self in a compromizing, alcohol indused position.. people staring in disgust at me all over the place, I'm like "wussuh cuhh? do I got a booger on my face" then I though.. "what's wrong, B.. you a zombie.. step in the next liquor store, snatch a brew, and remember to moan as you leave the place calmly.." and so I did, a walking, talking, saucy, post-moredem liberace.. singing to the sky about how nobody's gonna stop me... and damn, my mind is telling me to go mutt out some sluts.. but my body's telling me to go hunting for butts.. so I turned a blind eye cause a nut is a nut, but I made sure to strap a rubber on so our dicks wouldn't touch...
marry me? :wub: excalibur...shit was dope. edit* jugga i missed yours but i just read it...that was wonderful :wub: . really dope flow and the rhymes were hilarious. i just want to know where you came up with the idea for that :huh:??? lol
you lost all the flow with the line ending in "tag" you say you're the real and you don't need a conman but you also said you don't get play from the girls and i take it all as a lie cause its one then another hold up on the contradictions while i fuck your mother damn she rides it fast and she rides it hard but her pussy feels like fucking a jar of lard you know what i mean when its too damn sloppy she needs a vaccum to clean that socket [/b][/quote] Duuuuh, that's why it's called a "freestyle" I just threw it up off the top of the dome. I don't plan out my freestyle like some lames out there, it's what comes to mind at the time. and if it loses flow, it loses flow.
why must u say nigguh so much your not talking to anyone whos of african americsa decent you have a point but dont be so silly
dont be so silly.. you dont have to cuss, just look at big willy... will smith.. brush your teeth. ah-skeet skeet skeet
self concious narcissist, one that exists within the grips of the only skin she's grown to love, but hates the discomfort.. apply's synthetic beauty and taints self proclaimed perfection.. covers up the flawless lies with unmarred deception.. flaunts what she's got, thinking nobody knows that she's got it.. but her uncertainty quickly harbors it when somebody watches.. self concious narcissist in love with thoughts of suicide and self pride.. completely smothered with the beauty that's lacking inside.. with the uncharted ability to brighten lives with smiles.. her auto-despised being molests her inner child.. The child weeps, for force-fed mental masturbation, is just another cry for self-help lost in translation..