yo you say shut the fuck up/ i say back the fuck up or end up in a dump truck/ you dumb fuck cant speak cause you lips are stuck/ you got one foot in the muk/ and your runin outa luck cause you see im the one drivin the dam truck/ get up off yo ass and get mashed/ see you level of luaghs ive surpassed/ why aint u replyin ur computer crash/ i got a secret stash of cash/ just to humiliate you in in the past/ your lifes gone in a flash/ all cause of one line and a wanabe bash/ now im forced to slash/ and a king always handles your wack toy ass!
I guess it's time for me to come out and put all the haters on blast Like a broadway reviewer I'll sit here and tear apart the cast but what I won't do is try to get my ghetto card by talking shit about nines and gats and rock and tryin to act hard I swear I come correct and I keep my shit legit and I'd rather insult you with large words that you won't even get I could call you all out but that seems like a waste of time the last thing I'd want to do is throw away one single rhyme on someone that's as worthless as some of the kids in this thread I'd rather blow a line of rat poison and let you all find me dead so you can sit around tomorrow and be like "ah man, he's gone" "we wish we had listened when he tried to help us along" "we really should have stopped acting raw and paid some attention" "cause every time he spit a verse it was like a fucking lesson" back to basics, kids, lets start with something entry level: volume one, section A - rhyming is essential, it's entirely instrumental to the whole entire process of the art of freestyle you can't just lift a mic and run your mouth and say you're wild oh, I'm sorry, I forgot that it's now cool to say "wyle out" I guess thats why when you all talk I seriously have my doubts that any of you have even been to the hood let alone lived there, killed there, or clocked there - that's understood You all gonna run your mouths like a bunch of pussy bitches this last sentence does not apply to my friends, you guys keep me in stitches Coka Nostra got my back on this lyrical assault mission Main Event is new to me but he's moving into second position HoodRich - I'll always have your back, let them talk trash we'll string together rhymes of variable intensity until we put them on smash Bouncing Soul, I know we never worked together but it's chill every time you drop a rhyme you straight up fucking kill But honestly, I don't feel the need to have to flex my steez that's my style for all of you who don't remember hearing that on BET I swear to the fucking spaghetti monster god up in the sky if I hear one more kid talk about his gat I'll fucking cry and when I finish sobbing I'll hunt you down and tell your mother that you're sitting on the internet, tryin to be one bad something-or-other see, I got respect for my elders, so I won't curse at your moms but I will take some photos of you wearing your skirt, sweater and pom poms cause we all know you like to dress up like a woman and touch yourself in the mirror they did an expose on that shit on News Hour with Jim Lehrer It turns out if your kid acts like a thug chances are he's gay not trying to call anyone out, man, but keep your homosexuality at bay I realize I normally incorporate a vocabulary that is spectacular but today I'm feeling gully, so I'll use the ghetto vernacular I'll crush you kids, I won't take shit from someone who wears his fucking pants below his hips and you can throw that "white tee thats down below your knees" right in the fucking trash, that shit makes you look obese like a 300 pound marshmellow with a sideways Knicks cap who likes to open his mouth and watch his fucking lips flap and probably fell in love with the sound of his own voice I can assure you, in the rhyme game you're not the people's choice I mean, at least you're not sitting here biting Ice T oh wait, that's old school, let me reference someone you see on a regular basis when you watch your MTV I mean, cribs would never lie about how hot the streets can be anyway, back to what I was saying, you act like you're "fiddy cent" and every time you hear his shit you pitch a fucking tent you homo fan boy wannabe abercrombie and fitch ghetto masterpieces make me want to vomit and then scoop up all the pieces and force them down your throat so that you can choke on my damn lunch and then I'll ressucitate you, so I can rape you and introduce you to the "donkey punch" we'll video tape the event so that the whole world can see how a pussy little wanna be gangster got donkey punched by me.
good shit man, nice concept piece putting kids in place on typing up shit they have no business typing haha. appreciate the shoutout, stay up
CRN-one spit a long ass verse, and brought on the reign lecturing these kids on freestyling without speaking their name big-ups to him, he came hard and let his words play into motion answering this threads biggest problems while getting across his notion he spit complex, but yet simple enough for kids to comprehend him he told a story and taught a lecture, without closing off with a proper endin' giving shout outs to my boys main and hood, and we all know that nostra is good but i'm not dick riding, more of just giving a lyricist props he just cleaned this thread with his lines, wipin em up without mops and i'll admit i've spit about gats in my raps, but never that i shot shit sayin just as much as i know about guns, thats that i never had it i'm not ghetto, nor am i even close to livin in on a sketchy block just like CRN said, these kids got two hands but no nine, unlike a clock so they cannot say they killin kids in the street with they mad glock i didn't know what to say when i started typin this shit on the spot but this keystyle has shown to be one of my better one's for rappin so jack some other kid's bars, all you doin is kidnappin but then again, it's there, so it's about to happen
malt liquor wishes like a spool of drowning fishes better to sit back and do the dishes, sinking in the sink tottler unable to think, kick form of rhyme to put perspective on the current elective, subdued and selective a profit private detective pen hits the paper sets the world to vapor set out to harm, battle arms making money no car alarms. ah pullin shit outve my ass.
I hate to come up last, but I come strong and I come fast my medula oblongata is throbbing from the pressure, rhymes in my mind so dense that you can not measure put on the Leak Bros and let it all hang out call out the Shermanator and watch the haters pout seein shit with my third eye while my other two blind, going out of my damn fool mind, air bubbles slip through veins, causing a massive embolism in my brain, left having a seziure on the ground I'll leave a pretty corpse to be found I shake and shudder, right ventricle goes spat-spat-sputter, lay it all out so there is no doubt cut my chest open, CPR with a car battery and a razor blade, street surgery is what its about ressurect me to the rhymes and in time maybe I'll be fine, maybe I'll just die, but in all honesty I won't be missed my vocalizations make me a legend and a monster all at once, crowds be clapping but by the end they're all pissed I'm not famous, just legendary, I don't front or pretend to be the virgin mary I'm not perfect, far from it, dope addict by day, at night the anti-superhero - CRN-Scary I'm the asshole that shot your grandma for five bucks to buy a bag feel remorse? of course, but only for the fact that she was a broke old hag if she had a couple bucks more then I might have actually gotten high now I'm just angry and out stabbing hookers, I only nut when they cry abused as a child, they force fed me bad feelings and made me into a psychotic drinkin bleach, cuttin my teeth, like a David Lynch movie all twisted on narcotics not my best but it's early and I'm not really that high yet haha give me time. and keep posting people, lets keep this thread alive - and please, no more fake wankster bullshit, ok?