Yo freek, you think your a rapper your just a punk kid, shit, or get off the crapper you think you some big bad graff writin boi ive seen your work around, bitch yous a toy you get on this website and act oh so tough your art skills are shitty and your rappin is rough ill lyricly kick you in the face with my boot leave you cryin on the ground while im punkin your loot now lets see what you have to say back lets just hoppin your not too busy ichen your sack
so you say hello my name is zeu well i say your rhymes are like a preschooler yellind poopoo you tags look like they been finger painted on the wall so you behave or ill give your mommy a call now you just settle down, its nap time while i demolish you for spitting that wack rhyme you calling your self a rapper is like a hate crime and you show your noobishness all the way to the last line this battle is now mine
it's time to reminisce in those days of good music with biggie, pac, starr, and l puttin out hood music then came along all those cats with talent that just didn't use it educated rappers in the game, then whack cats made us lose it hip-hop just isn't a genre of music, it's a mass generation's lifestyle a culture, from graffiti, djing, b-boying to freestylin in the meanwhile from the corners of the street, it was abused by the mainstream those cats just lookin to get a dollar, fatten up a pocket with green the suits raped a whole culture givin deals to cats that made a radio hit even though they had talent and could spit, the lyrics meant nothin but shit all the good rappers gone, and yet all there murder mysteries still unsolved although there are 50 cops on stand to fill a man with bullets on call i mean how could it come to all this killin, as people watch all the blood spillin if a high government official or celebrity was shot in LA, there killer would've been caught but biggie's killer, nah no one was ever linked to a murder or remotely stopped the best of the best are now just a soon fading memories their music is the only thing that still holds their identities ...
boo who who, you made me cry you think that was a comeback, why even try ill lay some straight up death rap on you now take it from bart simpson, "dont have a cow" ill drag you out back by your ear like my kindergarden teacher youll be crying for your mommy, too bad son, you cant reach'er after that ill tie you up tight, force you to watch me rape yo momma all night then in the mornin when the son rises from the east ill cut you into fillets and have my self a little feast dont worry, your sadated, you cant feel much but your sittin there watchin me munch oh look, your whole legs gone, sorry about that bitch, here, put this stick on ha ha, punk, look at you, your a pirate oh wait im not done, grab this sword and ill fire it make it red hot and burn your eye out threw your eyelid anything left to say freek, you think you schooled me just keep this rhyme in mind next time you try B
ayyo its gettin cold in my place too bad for yall bitches i got some more rhymes to blast in your face punk ass disgrace to human race should spit in your face for all the time you made me waste take a dump on your chest , put you back in your place slap that taste out your mouth , push you out of this game i should pimp you like a hoe , make you go low and blow leave my dick alone , but i dont do this shit solo my hand is your friend ,you a fiend of my flow crackfiend of my dope , so clean my second name is soap my shit is exciting , i noticed you came in your pants why you tripping man , i only shook your hand you should give up rapping , and go to college cause you aint got no style and , you should jump of the edge ride or die bitch , you aint down with dck you gonna be real or die trying see im like a mountain and i see you trying to climb , crying im mount everest , my style'S blessed and its no brokeback mountain so shut your fucking mouth next time or get ready to die frontin
standin up , wandering around the corner watching time go away so fast i cant catch up its over stopped trying , gave up on life shit's too tough im struck , that life slapped me in the face and my jaw fell off left me breathless , the loneliness that surrounds me is like a punch on the chest it hurts me , and rare are things that hurts me so i flex separate my mind from my body travelling in a astral sky the thought that invade my mind sometimes makes me want to suicide sometimes i wanna cry from now on i wanna die
Listen up kid, you the punk ass bitch,you think your all fine and dandy/ but your look at your fuckin handy! You ain't got no comebacks to me,cut me in fillets? what you talkin bout willis? now shut the fuck up. you think you can't get schooled,ima spit then watch you drool. now you fantasize,about steppin to me,but until then i'll critisize. i'ma wait until your free,put this window in minimize. To see the words of wisdom youll put in my eyes. I've already won,taken the first place prize,listen to my voice rise. you've got me goin,yellin at the top of my lungs. Best not say anything or im gonna start pullin out tounges. now as your reading this, can you say e-beef? Hope your eyes are bleedin,theres plenty of comebacks beneath my skin. off the top of the dome,let thoughts roam,then realize you need to run home. get the fuck out of this thread before my words slay you and leave you for dead.
did you really just try to rhyme "fillets" with "willis"? it's pronounced "fill-ays" you ignorant fuck.
its not pronouced like that round here.ppl need to acept that not everyone on the net has the same acent, half the shit in here would flow tons better if u hered it being said by the ppl
haha dude. listen. i have a fucking english accent. I didn't grow up in KC. shut your mouth kid. who deleted his post? haha.
Some cunt posted and said you were an idiot and asked if you were from kc? but someone deleted his post.
sketch3 is a fag getting raped like a preteen eyes covered by a bag what kind of bitch are you bringing a sword in a gun fight> you want your head cut off by a knife? you claim you tough , but the only thing i can say is that you suck you cant put a damn word on my butt, you aint hot everytime you spit its fuckin crap, how can you call it rap, monor steppin on stage , involves getting mad stacks my shits dope, i hope you got something better than that step back fag , or get welcomed with a baseball bat