the only thing i regret is not makin ur mother misscarege, i shoulda been prepeared, to kick the bitch harder down the stairs, wen the pregnancy was declared, but instead u grew up mentaly impared, the only thing u got to say against me is i edit my shit, i only added two lines about smokin so y bitch? they wernt even in ur direction, talkin bout my credit, wen u dont who i decked son,
you think you spit fire? me and my krew think you should retire yous a liar for all the shit youv been talking, the game is now over dont bother trying i know you look like shrek im from montreal i can point a tech at your chest , so check it dont step, cause in here im the meanest your never gonna get good, even if you could, you wouldnt i know when you look at me you say damn this guy is so goood i wish i could suck his dick but you cant kid, this is internet im so fucken sick, they call me mr net your rap game is like hockey. you always shoot and miss the net come on mang, shut the fuck up we all know you aint got shit to say so what are you trying to proove, i know your gay youre talking about genocide but all the mcs in here think you should suicide so dont show up in front of me or youll die like the rest of my enemies trust me,im done with you bitches your lyrics are so bad, i could pee on it and laugh
u like to talk about me sucking ur dick alot, harboring some homosexual fantasies are we? my lyrics are bad but atleast i can think of somthing better to rhyme with good than good
All a yall look like you need a little wake up... Its beena while.. Ill bring these peasants the business, put their death on my wishlist, cuz on the mic i bring more "presence" than christmas, so if youre testin my sick spits, none of ya punches will land, cuz ya lines make me "throw up" without even touchin a can! im nothin but man, but often my text flames, when im poppin the best dames...hell you couldnt "see tricks" if you were watchin the x games.... meh...its early
shut your mouth,is monor now your companion? I'm sure hes streched your ass out as big as the grand canyon. you smellin ya shit now,yeah im runnin rampid. you have no fuckin credit,neither do i. So i just got one question,why? you tryin to be the next eminem? you and him don't go together like a fuckin synonym. now you can try again,you've never even decked a fool. you a fuckin pussy,more like a tool,now monor. yeah i spit fire,remember the old times? Omgz u lyke stole miii rhymes!? your still nothing compared to me after about 100 trys. So go ahead and try to step to this. but like a dog,ill smack ya and rub ya face in my piss. so don't come back to me sayin hey homie! no diss? now as i wait for ya dude passeloni,what a phony. I bet that bitches breath reeks like boloney. i'm sure the only reason you two friends is cause ya both lonely. yeah im makin ya face quirk,but once I leave ya both yell CIRCLE JERK!
this is some fly ass shit but y'll be beefin like y'all belong in a pit get real this jus the net, nothing worth a sweat, he dont even know your face let alone enuff to bring disgrace so before i drop the rest of this rhyme lemme tell you for the last time all y'all do is whine!! haha first attempt at freestylin wat you ppl think?
speak to the luminescence, a presence that lessens the impact, words in tact, in my mind, essence of lessons, of old and young, the before me, the stories are boring but make mornings' sun shine through glories exaltation picks me up, head held high if I had a chance, my hands could fly use words as leverage, heighten the senses keep letters, syllables, check, alphabet condenses this for you who gave me the ability these are the ones who die free, the ones that fill me with pride, I'll cry for them, sacrifice a late all-the-more forgotten, rotten joke, that seeks to abate checks, keeps my head in line, direct the drive and push it over, that's overtime, the arrives are alive and seeking to be freed, their mine and only mine, please refrain from using caution, stop em and leave speak to anyone who listens, understanding comes easy to those who give the time, the rhymes on need a sense of love, of truth, an ability to some disability to others, just answer the sum that's where we came from, spawned from structured lines excitement that lights up the sky in shimmering kinds ones who found a place in this race called life, this mistake we try and focus on these dark nights, but we need to make or break, because we'll all crack under pressure some just admit it better, hold the letters embolden the ones holdin at heart some sense of what we're looking for, scores condensed veterans that tell two-time stories, the all-nostalgic the gallant, cheers of victory, sitting 'round a ballet a check mark denotes the future, such a simple little gesture, can you believe we lived through this sinful life? I can... That was like a week old but I don't think anyone saw it?
haha i hear ya mass that was hella long... anways given time to rhyme ill rewind in my mind play the same tracks til i find inspiration in the nation i live the laws that i follow the shit that i give who wouldnt want to live in the united states? who cares of everyone here is fake maybe me i cant tell i cant think freely im decieved by the media almost daily so what do i do when ive had anough i spend my time doin other stuff i kinda lost it there dont know where im goin words are flow outta my fingers before im knowing what im saying man im just playin around tryin not so hard to make a funky sound now let me start it up with the ebeef this silly ass kids who wanna be from the street not me. i know where i live and i dont wanna give noone a chance to forget it, regret it or not i will never got shot. in a driveby shootin i could spend my time ...fuck i have no clue where that thought went time to stop im just spent fuckin late at night and im talkin to the ex have no fuckin clue what to expect everytime the convos over my minds wrecked
so like i'm just chillin and listening to rilo kiley happy cause the guy i like just sent me an e-smiley now i gotta change it up to a little elbow turn it up full blast you gotta let them kids know see i change my mind a lot only thing i've stuck with is graff and pot how fucking sads that? now 'scuse me while i come up with a bon mot bloody canadians just gave it up to the french invasion je m'appelle meetah, fucking with more seeds than a bird feedah i used to speak mad french, had me confused with a haitian now i got it all mixed up with spanish, mandarin and hebrew ni hao, soy un judia, baruch atah adonai eluheinu like "meeter hamotzi lechem" damn right i bring the bread! but don't get me wrong i'm no chickenhead rather have a friend than a fuckbuddy instead see cause, i believe fams more important than anything money, 'things' , drugs, anything. what means the world to me? not diamond rings nor shiny things it's that shit that pulls at your heartstrings but enough of that, i know yall dont wanna hear it i'm bored now so i'ma stop the spit.
struggling musician on the run motherfuckers know i send hem to the mortician no hesitation tho everyword i send is a revolution in your head yo aint no che' this time its all about denso the numero uno rapper on this forum i already told ya , bitches like you i'm killing hem you talkshit so much you cry fecal matters trying to be a good g , bitch you aint marshall mathers send you back where you come from is all that mathers aint gonna let a fucking yellow spit on my ancestors claiming to be a gangster but yo , youre from vancouver im brainwashing you motherfuckers from all your dirty thoughts i bet if you were in the ring with me , you couldnt take 3 shots biggie had dreams of fuckin RNB bitch your dreams are more like :"Please in my ass, Brad Pitt" you thought i didnt know but i know all that shit pay attention very closely when ill spit I won't leave I won't go Best believe Youre a homo (some shit i was working on)
yo bro, thats got some definite flow, but u still go on, make urself sound like a hoe me, all i need is some joe, ya kno, forget the food chain, you kno im on top, even if i do sound like a cop but u, ur not ready for this chop, now get some real hip hop, before i feel for my gat and spill ur blood all over this hat (no real beef btw)
punk ass motherfuckers like john tucker, they all are full of talk, but when it comes to beef all they can bring is pork