Official Freestyle Thread

serene remedy hold glocks heavily
naw your arm and hide in an anenome
swagger jackers and back packer rappers
think there enough to not be the defender but the attacker
i slap actors or rather actresses
naked tied up throaat slit on the mattresses
psycho vision of a world unseen
undermine the ravine and sit inbetween the seams
of the threads of life no bread im trife
siphon ur fuckin blood with a knife
shes ripe for the picking young and innocent leave her striken
neck bitin' stay shitin raw pitchin
lickin ignant pigeons thinkin
im so drunk drinkin drink to that
or rather kill to that i spit 200 proof you cant get wit dat
spit wit dat hit wit dat and ive got mental problems so i live wit dat

horrorcore alias brushed upthe canvas
all hell breaks loose i run rampant
stampin champions fire lifts from the water
holocaustic tendencies sway you father
into insanity kills christianity and haunt your mind
my style shines her features were undefined leave you confined
to a cell delve within the center of the earth
murk turks since the center or my birth
render rappers hurt and unknowing to the flowing
Shadow Goon smack strangers rap danger im back ranger
like texas swing swords wreckless im sexless
impeccable necklace more nike swooshes then a checklist
i dress strange and abstract i back tracks
keep knives in my ass crack
im an adept pain is immune i play tunes
for the toons and they boom for the goons
and i've never picked up a mic in my future
i have no hands i leave humans neutered

a bunch of bullshit that make no sense is what u spittin
swingin this dick of death to tha pussy life that u livin
bringin pain up in ya shit like im breakin down walls
up into your throat is where u takin those balls-
my shit in your mouth, my skeet u lickin it out
on any bitch that think she bad i be whippin it out
u want somethin to eat, i got it in my pants, bitch looka here
runnin from a little white boy, on your face a look of fear
u was lookin for a sucka where? cuz there aint one up in me
bitch look into my eyes nothin but playa up in me
tryna get this 7 inch ho slaya up in YOU so what u wanna do
playin on some dissin like u want me to act a fuckin fool
but i wont hit ya with these fists, just with this shit thats danglin
lickin your lips like u want me to unload on em, whats happenin
lil scary bitch where your alien lookin ass runnin to now
gettin this cheese from you rats, so wassup with u now?

Amazing lingo crunch on you king hoes like pringosHave a little help without me, a star like Ringo, that ain't ghostwriting ya singleIf i'm thrown in the bing, i'll be out in a bingoTroublesome like Chino, xl shirts rocked without the bling stolefreak flows that receive whoa's, experimental mentals monumentalNiggas get off the testicals, i'm straight stretching hoesweapon holder, pop secret tellers, bitches blowing this street soldiersTil' i'm dead i rock on, need rocks fam, bam come buy these boulders

brain fried off doja, a soldier risin thru the ranks in these street wars
sawed off broom, pistol grip handle, yall get mangled when i sweep floors
search and destroy the opposition, knock em out position
have em laid up in a bed waitin on a motherfuckin physician
thats how im doin it straight hospitalizin hoes when im smackin em
yall boppas is dyin, chokin off these dro blunts im packin up
see im married to my money but mary jane my mistress
u scopin my stash, you gon be the next to get hit bitch
got a red eye thats lidless and its focusin on a faker
aint no hocus pocus when i take ya, ill straight blaze ya
aint no magic trick, but yo family gon think its tragic trick
fuck them hoes ill leave em all wrapped up in some plastic, bitch
bag fools like they was some weed, yep even the seeds
dirty deeds, im makin dirty bitches bleed, yes indeed
slugs u will receive, no hugs, no love for talkin ass hoes
im poppin that fo to splatter you, somebody get to moppin that flo'

Cancell all sitcoms, sick don, bitches faces i sit on
Stick 2 the script armed heavily, show ya'll my red-zone remedy
Men will bleed if they lay a hand on my seed
bullets hit em at warp speed, as i roll-up weeds
Blow up beasts with bombs homemade, show hate
Remorseless renegade, J.T.S. the greatest enforcer
Pump in the Porche, i'll spray off rage, and vodka
Hard to find like the remains of Jimmy hoffa

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Originally Posted by SHRAP

brain fried off doja, a soldier risin thru the ranks in these street wars
sawed off broom, pistol grip handle, yall get mangled when i sweep floors
search and destroy the opposition, knock em out position
have em laid up in a bed waitin on a motherfuckin physician
thats how im doin it straight hospitalizin hoes when im smackin em
yall boppas is dyin, chokin off these dro blunts im packin up
see im married to my money but mary jane my mistress
u scopin my stash, you gon be the next to get hit bitch
got a red eye thats lidless and its focusin on a faker
aint no hocus pocus when i take ya, ill straight blaze ya
aint no magic trick, but yo family gon think its tragic trick
fuck them hoes ill leave em all wrapped up in some plastic, bitch
bag fools like they was some weed, yep even the seeds
dirty deeds, im makin dirty bitches bleed, yes indeed
slugs u will receive, no hugs, no love for talkin ass hoes
im poppin that fo to splatter you, somebody get to moppin that flo'

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haha.. like that one

i'll lick 50 slick like Valvoline
but i wont slip like Malvo with sticky prints on the magazine
sick rap fiend, i hit up BALCO for Androstine
blast a phat salvo then mix, edit, and exit clean

i wear a mirror mask, so when you stare at my grill
you see your own dumb ass, shooting a look to kill
with zeal i peal caps, using syntax as gats
wipe you off the map like where jack shepard is at
dont nap on murky loc, see thats the problem with folks
they take me for a joke so i keep giving them rope
for them to hang themselves with that rah rah they yell
them coons aint really trill, in fact they on the d.l.
lets deal lyrics though, bio-chemical flow
mega, mecha metal, detroit diesel fo sho
iron hide, the insides is all heart and soul
born of fire, forged in steel, after me its broke molds
dump quotes from out the throat with no need to reload
scold villians like children not doing what they told
i show up at shows and head liners hit the road
to promoters dismay but crowds stay like lisa loeb

Many muscians missing telkenetic verses, i hurdle rhythms
Skeet on bass-lines, the undertaker of emcee's signed or un-signed

yeah otb gettin it on with tha beatdown.../
g'd up from the feet up from seattle all the way to T town..../
smokin corrupt in the truck there an back like a rebound.../
slingin gats over are shoulders m16 spray up an all around turnin clowns into burial grounds.../
got the snorkels crush the percs an dones sniffin subs an O'zone's.../
black all up an down the block outtatowners peeled for stoppin in stupidest spots.../
safety unlocked shady cons on some blast u for oxy cots..../
kids all born stupid, parents dyin of shock.../
drug epidemic rock native family's like losin it all in the casino slots.../
irondan dont make me tell u again your a fool for fuckin with a white indian..../
aidz the best lookin an fly dressin,more successful OZZY the 6 figure mexican.../
ill split your chump limpz like a blunt you'll have to share a pair with your next of kin.../
but yo props to otb, oztradamus im out makin my way to with your mama's to the bahamas......./
peace an u dont stop

they callin me king shit.. way im droppin these hot loads
so what if you got bombs, son..i got the launch codes..
so watch how i stop those... from reaching enemy targets
Im preaching death to these artists.. completely retarded
'n beaten apart with... a rusty shovel til they bloody rubble
left to bleed out in a muddy puddle.. til my money doubles
evil is lurkin.. sent in the form of many lethal insurgents
fuck hiding behind computers.. i kill people in person
Like a prison needle insertion.. no sequel is certain
clearly irrelevant.. workin with the military's intelleigence
and killing just for the hell of it.. these new developments
causin panic.. just like you went 'n fucked a hoe unprotected
cuz when you pulled out you noticed that the trojan defected

Masquerade of braves that celebrate the day the devils were slayed
open the shades, and sun-bathe, last of the living greats
Roses layed on the graves of our troops
that died for the truth, survivors were living proof
On the roof watching my brothers marching, while blunt sparking
Me and my Irish peeps, getting drunk, on punks were stomping
chomping on shrooms, seeing a psychedelic image of the moon
World-wide plattoon, with sun, moon, and stars we stay in tune
So stay tuned, for the finales, as my pockets hold grands
My empire expands from Beantown to Berlin

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Originally Posted by KingShyt

they callin me king shit.. way im droppin these hot loads
so what if you got bombs, son..i got the launch codes..
so watch how i stop those... from reaching enemy targets
Im preaching death to these artists.. completely retarded
'n beaten apart with... a rusty shovel til they bloody rubble
left to bleed out in a muddy puddle.. til my money doubles
evil is lurkin.. sent in the form of many lethal insurgents
fuck hiding behind computers.. i kill people in person
Like a prison needle insertion.. no sequel is certain
clearly irrelevant.. workin with the military's intelleigence
and killing just for the hell of it.. these new developments
causin panic.. just like you went 'n fucked a hoe unprotected
and when you pulled out you noticed that the trojans defective

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Originally Posted by J.T.S.

Masquerade of braves that celebrate the day the devils were slayed
open the shades, and sun-bathe, last of the living greats
Roses layed on the graves of our troops
that died for the truth, survivors were living proof
On the roof watching my brothers marching, while blunt sparking
Me and my Irish peeps, getting drunk, on punks were stomping
chomping on shrooms, seeing a psychedelic image of the moon
World-wide plattoon, with sun, moon, and stars we stay in tune
So stay tuned, for the finales, as my pockets hold grands
My empire expands from Beantown to Berlin

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ohhhhhhhhhhh hot fiyah ohhhhhhhhh king shyt an jts ....ohhhhh shit yall are siiiiiiiick

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