Official Freestyle Thread

abuse fools that done stepped to this sadist, must be a masochist
ill be the only one left in the aftermath, the head cracka thats packin clips
after the blast youll lick sack in the afterlife while i mash ya wife
into the pum pum this bitch breakin 7 inches is packin tight
pussy narrow like the subject matter of your half assed attempts at rappin
my barrel wide like yo fat ass butt cheeks im slappin, whats happenin
nothin but bullets in a hail sent from the magnum air mail til you turnin pale
you aint no more than a crumb on the table plus your words was stale-
before u spit em for the first time, tryin to bite styles you cant swallow
straight regurgitated some bullshit with a verbal diarrhea trail to follow
got a slug to match ya head, its hollow, when lil kids get shot its tragic
steppin to lil pimps thats Loc'ed Dog, matchin kicks with they automatics
dont be a menace on the internet, you aint got no juice in yo hood
i swiss cheese yo whip like u was pac, bitch try to ride thru my hood
pimp yo bride, xzibit her brains when i put a sunroof in her head
u cant write songs, better write your career a eulogy cuz its already dead
BITCH

I manifest festering threads leaving lyricists lyrically dead
While i'm well fed pool balls topple hard heads
Enough bars to fill New york's 5 boroughs
Me and my fam rhyme royal Bush assasins for the oil
when it's my turn prepare for turmoil
I burn and boil traitors disloyal
unfoiled plots, and remove eyes so they can't watch
in the bar i slam shots with my grandpops
butter the scotch as i go to war in gutters with cops
Dimes down the cock, while i'm on the celly calling connect for an ox
Don't get caught on my block selling rocks
or you'll catch an oh sit god i'm hit cuban linx skit ghost shot
And if you don't want to get blown better know the door knock

Street life living lyricist, they have flows but not this hazardous
i unmask the myths, smash a snitch, i'm wild with the pitch
Foul when i flip subjects multiple times on these kids
Jump off a bridge and land in the bottom of river feet first
Instrumentals might be dope jerk, but i'll give your face a beat worse
ladies throat keep squirts, the hardhead rebel pissing on a church
skeeting on the nurse, bent over gown off
and a cat will get crucified twice, if it's me that's double-crossed
It's the Lost Boy doomed to die in the land of the lost

you cant see me i live in another dimension
so far ahead of you im just beyond your comprehension
make bitches pussys explode like spontainius combustion when i fuck em
start my own army of men and ignite the rebellion
stompin into the white house, murderin all the political related members
cut the muscle tendons from georgre's cock and serve em for breakfast
leave hilary for last and knife fuck her until her senses collapse
until her eyes roll all the way back into her scalp
see, im sicker than than a fuckin aids infected cancer victim
fuck bitches in they sleep and stab when im about to cum
drink the leftover blood and let my cum flow into the stab wounds when im done

Born bionic, platoon smokes chronic, bafoons choked dissing the islamic
No advocate for the doctor, an icon idolized for the ebonics
sonic styles solar, from the north bringing extreme frost
Chop your poems poor, slugs richochet through domes doors
Cell phones, whores, emcee's here's an open invite to war
Let off more licks, shots hit em before they could bail
They fail, and fall victim to deadly bondage
Astonish the moment, you pay homage
pour hot tar on em know their tarnished
Pass the dutch performance, durable endurance
show storming, show stopping, firework rap captain
4th of July shit, got the bitter biters fleeing, and bag packing
fearing my axe actions, generals give honorary reactions
Shop closed up, as it was soaked up, and broke up
September crafting cold cuts, know your heads sown up

im like a rock for you crack addicts, that means im hard to drop
your bitch on my jock, her tongue got my dick in a head lock
this lil pimp got hoes that cut heads like Lorena Bobbitt
how could i be afraid of a hobbit, yous a joke man stop it
pull my thang and cock it, make it rain on these fuckin bitches
hands in my pocket gon have some bodies layin up in ditches
rip yo arm out the socket, you get put to sleep by this Sandman
exit light, enter night, im creepin blowin up shit like Afghanistan

Freestyle overdose, on fire like cocked back golden toast
Trigger jamming notes, rollercoasting quotes through every coast
too bold to boast, smoke rises another ninja i roast
i just want to "celebrate' making a celebrity a ghost
snatch your folks, do em in until they croak
Evacuate the road, many riches i hold
Palm trees in my hand, fair exchange change for home grown
so known
while boys boycott i'm resting on the throne
Break glasses Malone, my empires home
when the God brings destrution those who look back turn to stone
a dome is a terrible thing to waste, hands sticky like paste
Get out my face "Fore you get knocked the fuck out" today
Burn it down like Smokey, you big worms owe me
for sack cuffing, go ahead keep thugging
Put you on mute scrooges aren't saying nothing

I was born to rock, while others were born to smoke them
I'm everywhere at once you chumps catch lumps loafing
show no emotion, just the loco motion, and prolific potion
Living disease spoken, stand at ease boasting
a broken screw-head, on the freeway watch me lose Feds
you might rep the streets, but you have no cred
Or rep points, see me smoking the best joints
Listening to Sean p, my monkey bars could kill an army
so harm me, and watch your hood catch a Hiroshima
as you beg for assistance, access denied like what Fema did during katrina
Taking my spot, your taking a shot
hospital bed dreamer

still will remain king
forever a dreamer never to be a lame thing
even if the changing hasn't been eminent
i hope in present tense fore i know the history of everything
but then again
my miseducation was taught by music
confusion i couldn't reach the status of master
clueless couldn't catch my own name in the static of rappers
who laid down the blueprint and my thumb is
down around the pockets searching for my two cents
paying my dues then , i will catch on hopefully to blast off
with the first of many rap songs
qualms that i versed were just happenings i lacked on
but now im back strong like fronting was something i couldn't ever pack on

Snack on your raps, feed the dog the under the table scraps
lock down the caps, while i raise the statistics, and stacks
Bundles snatched by a hundred wolves with gats
So shook you sat, while your crew got straight jacked
ya'll the type to get locked and become cell rape cats
platinum chain yanked back, you smile retarted under attack
Type of fool to walk into a trap, to pack but never fire a mac
Saying you bust shots, standing ovations the only way you clapped
chased for blocks running laps, you can't even throw a slap
S-curl permed your naps, run those reefa sacks
you honey sap fag suxckling emcee's nut sacks
Get Tom Brady tackled, with a axe hacked in your hat rat

smack bitches in the face with my black fitted cuz they yap shitted
verbal diarrhea leakin out they grill, wipe it off with they brain tissue
speakin out on real playas means a slayin and that really aint an issue
cock back this pistol and hit you with laser guided missiles to split you
rip through chests with explosive rounds, holdin down my sector
uptown reppa, bitch this aint no science class but i gotta dissect ya
disrespect the selecta not knowin im more known as a skull collector
the only bones these hoes collect is in they ass, lemme tell ya
im a mack so i aint pissed if bitches wanna get on some lame shit
aint never payin no bitch, only make it rain when i drain clips
i aint slip, im that cracker jack thats packin gats to snatch yo sacks
slap a black gat against a rat head hard enough to pop all your blackheads
yall crackheads can suck a dick, a junkie aint nothin but a ho
bring me my dough before i show that this pro aint takin no shorts
plus that thang in yo shorts aint got enough shots to damage a fella
an ex dope seller thatll put these choppers into action and swell ya

It's a clone war, not a texas ranger but a lone star
Every line these corny emcee's craft sound sub-par
Bloody bars hotter than minks, skin hard as a spinx
Think the shots you took were hard?
i'll drown that ass in the drinks, me and shrap linked
hold darts like sums, couldn't sum up what i think
Kinky bitches boned on the sink, bust-off she drinks
Living foul, pledge alliegance to my hammer
came up a horrendous child skilled with the nouns, and vowels
While half these rappers are house niggas like Colin Powell
Flowing styles pure sewage, the street steward
crews, cliques take these shots i licked off
Your scripts gloss, lost froze from frost
Get thigh because life is high cost
Mc's stay fly thrown off roofs
True to the game boss

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Originally Posted by J.T.S.

It's a clone war, not a texas ranger but a lone star
Every line these corny emcee's craft sound sub-par
Bloody bars hotter than minks, skin hard as a spinx
Think the shots you took were hard?
i'll drown that ass in the drinks, me and shrap linked
hold darts like sums, couldn't sum up what i think
Kinky bitches boned on the sink, bust-off she drinks
Living foul, pledge alliegance to my hammer
came up a horrendous child skilled with the nouns, and vowels
While half these rappers are house niggas like Colin Powell
Flowing styles pure sewage, the street steward
crews, cliques take these shots i licked off
Your scripts gloss, lost froze from frost
Get thigh because life is high cost
Mc's stay fly thrown off roofs
True to the game boss

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Lames Tossed, Blame Us? get ya Face Re-Arranged Dawg
Fuck Wat They Thought, Straight Up, we'll Turn the fuckin' Game Off
been gone a While, but know you'll never be Rid Of Me,
Instantly these Big Willie's Think Differently, Especially
since i Posses a Specialty, that will make the Best MC Just Rest in Peace
Smokin' that Illegal Substance, got me Feelin Evil N' Plus It..
makin me Thinkin' my Peoples Deceitful and can't Be Really Trusted

i've been to the place stricken with sickness
but im still livin , head down but will tiltin'
up like a change of gears , in a bike
cos i must pedal up to face my fears
in a hike when i get thrown off to get it right
i couldn't just change my fate i've been this way for years
like that was the basis for the racists here
said i couldn't make it , and my tears became complacent beers
everyone would get comfortable around me and disarrayed
but never to call for a raise in cheers ,
i must follow through on the path
and not like a coward do with a map
fuse my dues with the fuel and then it blast
like i never lose where im at
even if there hasn't been a winner here
im billing the fitters here
till my head is crowned with a hat
that resists the temptation to pat with such a fixture here
yes , constructin the tool to go above rules and rule without having to drill it there

I could care less about the beefs floatin' around hea,
get a grill, make a burger,
betta yet make a steak,
tired of emcees making it out to be liver,
only backing it up with fluffy cake.

oh shit now it's a bake sale,
what about the chedda?
guess we making a verbal cheesecake, displayin' our lyrical skills,
cause our bakesale's the only thing we got to pay our bills.