Official Freestyle Thread

shivers through spinal rivers boasting there will be blood and you can't breathe, with that Cousteau technique inhale through ya lung mass causing you to suffer from 'dumb ass' when you toke on to much grass makes you deceive. kiss and pass on girls saying "are u aware I kill @ will" still fuck 'em then duck 'em when they need the pill, cheap thrill slut please your just a tease get off them knees before your life goes tragically down hill. shoot skeet from the hip while I trip on that magic school bus like i'm failing an acid test, kesey flew over you while cuckoo hammers drop from vertical log jammers wanting money its fucking funny truth is we're lyrical scammers. skanner's of a darkly rabbit darko faced straight laced the fuck up when I buck up sideways like cats, fuck that shit my bad who gives a flying fuck about four legged domestic house rats. better call animal control and put O3EY to sleep his rhymes make you foam at the mouth, so dam hip called big wigs married to small pigs to fuck up concert venues south by the sold-out western south. direct coordinates SXSW 36 degrees above what you'll never quite comprehend, so close your eyes and suck your thumb mc's can't handle me cause I ain't pretend.

* had to edit this because no body's perfect but you still try and overlook the first glitch, complain and sustain pain "back hand or front hand" decided for ya cause your a fucking bitch.

once is the best time for prime crime body slime busting out of ghetto's hidden stiletto's slugging for a supreme rhyme, second time came through double clicked the old school video game controller controlled the hold make ya fold out like a cold dime. 3rd times the charm in this harm of war like i'mma score in this animal farm, IVth time around pound 4 pound surround you with sound wake up call "your lyrics is shit nigga" verbal alarm. my cinco gland swollen can't stand a bland message trying to tell me something in sand codes, randy 666 rhodes aka osbourne's bitch guitar slayer satan's rock sayer lost at death's cost roaming angle's roads. seventh heaven on blue ray cause your gay only got it when Christians roam your house, wait for the hate full housed can't stomach this shit like I already 8, lucky 9 verbal line slow to it cause it's mine like a sign inside the wine vinard of the dead mc vine. malcom in the middle of guns slinging X times over never rap sober sway everyday leading crime on my own time. learn to count before I amount a massive account on ya dome, call me Henson like a white benson invade the crime scene in your home.


fuck this post

so close your eyes and suck your thumb mc's can't handle me cause I ain't pretend.

nor will I defend you or pretend too, for those who have no path live a life uneventful, content to live a life looking out a broken window, with no drive to get out just living resentful, of the haves, as the havenots make decisions that are regretful, bad intentions drive the spirit to be unrestful, boasting about materials they can't afford but contend for, as they spend more and point at others becoming blame whores, lame bores, they drill into their brains leaving huge holes, complaining they are overworked and stay sore, so pay me as the price of living rises I'll pay more, our credit soars and the bills become unmanageable like a lame whore, who doesnt want to get fucked but be paid for...O3EY and abstain more

call me Henson like a white benson invade the crime scene in your home.

And ply for your dome, as they cry calling home, caught and switched up, pick up sticks getting shit fucked, our slips stunt, busting nuts as ya dicks sucked, risk what? shallow souls getting wrists cuffed, insist fluff as they ensue with fisticuffs, infront of pigs, that catagorize us as the shitty, dirty scum, hurting funds caged potential rotting bones, the loved ones isolated all alone with no one to bring the bacon home, the stakes have grown, time to think clear and roam the zones, of weathered stormy areas that we make our homes, as dangerous figures cloud judgment striking lightning glows, from doorsteps to dark alleys, the sparks sound loudly, our environment is getting cloudy better prepare or throw the towel in, because your foolishness is seen as cowardly.

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Originally Posted by BRASSKNUCKLED PAI MEI

so close your eyes and suck your thumb mc's can't handle me cause I ain't pretend.

nor will I defend you or pretend too, for those who have no path live a life uneventful, content to live a life looking out a broken window, with no drive to get out just living resentful, of the haves, as the havenots make decisions that are regretful, bad intentions drive the spirit to be unrestful, boasting about materials they can't afford but contend for, as they spend more and point at others becoming blame whores, lame bores, they drill into their brains leaving huge holes, complaining they are overworked and stay sore, so pay me as the price of living rises I'll pay more, our credit soars and the bills become unmanageable like a lame whore, who doesnt want to get fucked but be paid for...O3EY and abstain more

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come on ben I know you can diss me better than that..

one inch dick technique wanna learn it? go seek assknuckled pai mei a pink belt often felt white nerds make the best pet bitch birds, chirp'n like a blood don't got a life with a male wife living in san fran and a fan of them dodger turds. I'm above coming at you ben cause in the end it's fucking obvious I'd win have you ponder life at the golden gate, no hesitate then jump off mid masturbate get'n off when that water splash like a slave slash rehash that anal gash cause your just shit bait. go and read my bitch blog queer fumes fog setting the scene holding hands with your hubby gene, it's funny that you wanna start shit but after all them posts you STILL can't come correct to effect my higher intellect so wipe my gizz out your mouth and again come clean. not trying to be mean but your as lucky as a hand full of traded dick beans, plant 'em in your ass hope a stalk of homo niggaz grow out ya mass and rage against you like machines. ass pai mei you remind me of carradine asking is this guy trying to kill himself or thrill himself, oh wait that's the end like kill bill your below my verbal skill make space for you on my 'worst mc's ever' shelf.

mc's is falling like it's a true calling of duty faggot fruity head mic's yelling against Canadian dykes who break badly, cause it's sadly tragic like Orlando's magic team giving away balls gladly. speaking of sports I thought I saw you on the Paralympics keeping the curling team going by sucking 'em off, in between rap's grabbing stones reenacting throne games imagine dragons on your facial cream team trough. rumor has it if they win gold you'll lyrically fold and grab that dick and make 'em cough, don't care about the hype saw you on skype trying to fuck barn animals in your cheap loft. whatever man it's cool cause I'm a fool quote ya and then insult ya cause i'm vicious like your my prey, call it gay IMO whatever nigga you're the uncle 'tom' ruckus quoting my rhymes then insult me like an affront from assknuckledeep pai mei for you to obey.

spiting self defense cause shit's getting tense recharge like your large sized up like mini me can't you see i'm the best lyrical mc, never be a golden g have you freeze up and seize up like a drew breeze bronze cup full of piss drink my dis internal cause your infernal using kung fu anal chi. I don't play when it comes to wu shit forum thread rappers call 'em ass dick clappers with million plus post like your funny trying to boast, good thing your on the west coast cause i'm opposite way less post and you already beef'n told you earlier your a sad mother fucker like chris tucker burned like Nazi toast. mix'n rhymes you later spat in my roast as a host of the AVN homosexual pai-mei awards, this can end with you trying to be friendly to me or a eternal opponent cause I already owned it like white and dangerous ARSENAL's of drug lords.

cheers pai mei your rhymes remind me of tottenham fc :beer:

darts hit the bull's eye in tenth grade my high grade got the entire school high
stoners that'll slice your eyes if they can't see a skunk supply
how are you living? without rules my impossible surpass cruise
I'm no uncle Tom or crack dealer tricking on your moms
though my acid tab hits had her stripping on the lawn
your tripping I give ass whippings for putting lips on my bong
so strong the smoke has the entire crib fuming
got rappers sliding on thin ice like players for the bruins
get ruined on the annual rap ruin reunion
trust in a firearm to address states and unions
televised so tune in to verbal assault
larceny specialist who's never been caught or brought before your honor
a disappointment to ear-drums like wu-stans who miss the old cappadonna
they found the starter of the drama bleeding out in the sonar
with nearly purple skin blue in the face cowardly men
under suicide watch for never being able to pick up the mic again

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Originally Posted by J.T.S.

darts hit the bull's eye in tenth grade my high grade got the entire school high
stoners that'll slice your eyes if they can't see a skunk supply
how are you living? without rules my impossible surpass cruise
I'm no uncle Tom or crack dealer tricking on your moms
though my acid tab hits had her stripping on the lawn
your tripping I give ass whippings for putting lips on my bong
so strong the smoke has the entire crib fuming
got rappers sliding on thin ice like players for the bruins
get ruined on the annual rap ruin reunion
trust in a firearm to address states and unions
televised so tune in to verbal assault
larceny specialist who's never been caught or brought before your honor
a disappointment to ear-drums like wu-stans who miss the old cappadonna
they found the starter of the drama bleeding out in the sonar
with nearly purple skin blue in the face cowardly men
under suicide watch for never being able to pick up the mic again

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funny I read this shit while listening to liquid swords. fits perfectly.



keep up with that young pup stared never scared tilt the head back while say'n 'whatitdo', Sydney (lil' bill) Cosby shit don't want to get on my bad side and end up in pittsburg town corner clown penguin down carved up head eschew. miss the next world cup cause I got it "wanna see it? stand there and stare into the barrel don't worry my bullets ain't sterile" hit ya before the kick off, STD's had ya running around naked and yelling your dicks telling on ya cause you walk around saying 'no condoms' and ya dick fell off. Cinderella story but more gory cut the head then took it from the bed to the shed famous story visit the house of bloody horrors, heard you were conceived there again 'no condoms' cause I stole it and pin holed it now your here like Kerouac hipster explorers.

stole it and pin holed it now your here like Kerouac hipster explorers.

the epitome of controllers, remote function emboldened blue toothed and stolen, golden, but not above the arches, running court back n forth as he marches, madness and darkness masking the axis, spastic, snapped back after pulled, like elastic, characterized as plastic, moving backwards while walking forward, drastic, wrecked and smashed it, standing in place movement static, grab the goal, mishandled and bash it, elaborate ways to bludgeon red, painting life’s canvas, from addicts getting higher then attics, to crassness from ignorance established, Fucking savage!

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Originally Posted by BRASSKNUCKLED PAI MEI

stole it and pin holed it now your here like Kerouac hipster explorers.

the epitome of controllers, remote function emboldened blue toothed and stolen, golden, but not above the arches, running court back n forth as he marches, madness and darkness masking the axis, spastic, snapped back after pulled, like elastic, characterized as plastic, moving backwards while walking forward, drastic, wrecked and smashed it, standing in place movement static, grab the goal, mishandled and bash it, elaborate ways to bludgeon red, painting life’s canvas, from addicts getting higher then attics, to crassness from ignorance established, Fucking savage!

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Ducking madness paint the town red n crush ya maggots this is just a passion that ive molded n crafted, thrown jabs quick that leave holes n gashes, in ya cartilage my carnage is oh so marvelous, brain full of avengers like marvel is, cause fire to erupt like a experienced arsonist, not caring about the serious charges that will follow, got a girl that will swallow all my load, n i love her from head to toe, as life gets a lil hard to follow rules, drink from this bottle of booze, u can call it how u will, but i feel like jack n jill falling down the hill,

Last 3 pages merged together.

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You ready to roast these blunts
I got iron lungs, sucker emcees can get sunned/
Never stunting without working these darts
Making minds looks first before rip bars/
Short jokes get subpar so you ribbed on
Broke your shackles, and watch you get ripped and mangled
Watch them bangles that dangle trying to shield ya from agents/
I ain’t hating I’m just making truth outta the booth
You trying to show and prove, so make ya next move/

I happen to be happy to tell you that I happen to find your rapping to be crappy

To Believe What You See Naturally Is All That's There Is What I Perceive As A Tragedy


stone cold, i break the mold
freaks the fold, caste system ya chastize
i bastardize rapidly rip though tacklers with
mickey and mallory emcees face me in my art gallery/

I'll Be Viewing Portraits You Can't See While We Listening To Silent Emcees



paint color fictionalize in life, divine mist valley types be desert mongrels
get authored by valient mayors of there own friction to smart to be fiction
get kicked out of English class for poor diction

^^ The Bible to me is basically an Epic Tale of Science Fiction//If Christ died in the Electric Chair Christians would pray to a fucking Chair instead of a Cross right ? A technically lesser violent modern day form that's equivalent to Crucifixion ?


Indiana Jones of rhyming, bust relics of rappers get tombstone pile drive
on the canvas, break minds divide by time when cats think there duelist
i pull of my greatest magic trick and banish them to SHADOW REALM!!!!
FOR ALL EXISTENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!/



torture the flesh of resting remnants,
testament to the pleasure of psychotic gene sequences
M.C. Sinister in three sentences,
the Soul Sorcerer eating souls of Lui Kang apprentices

apprentices are needed to darth you up vader
said no the sith emperor ever/
i'm a starkiller, spit distillery willed thriller
back to being that type of cruel villain/
my intention is the invention concept to predict
what cha couldn't even conduct without an orchestra/



orchestra pits, aligned with the forces of sin
form corroded and bent,
ghosts tormented by the performances of pens


post it notes quoted magical seals unveiled by the daggers i weld
yield to know one, man,moon, sun or child
i am vile throughout the nine realm
like thor i abhore violence
only vigilance is needed
to heed the creed
of greedyness
just another
deadly sin
come to life

one of seven born,
my breakfast is foe's flesh, severed and torn
burned, embellished and worn,
I stand corrected as Satan's scorn

born to live, dying off the quicker than stats can predict
speak on the land, open your hand
smoke cans get cha grass
cash in your credits
your still in debt
just relinquish
in distinguish
lavish marvel
hades in hating
fade these
made these
seen through
these lenses
sentence
through
relentlessness
so just take
this text
and attempt
to edit it
like an editorial
making it an obituary
spitting spiritual
ethereal to anything in stereo

like Barry Gordy's "Glow",
you'll get buried like old eighties clothes
salty trails are sown
across the faces of those slain and changed to ghosts

I’m outta my mind
Dusted by the grind
Busting outta my spine/
Speak mine
Drink mine
Fuck mine/
On my grind
This is how
I do me…
Cruise G
Bruise B/
Got to watch cha stool G
Rummage through the pain/
Crushing the game, masking pain
Touching flames, busting out blades/
Trusted illustrating
Now I’m being labeled
I’m Ill-fated/
I’m not jaded
I’m just cascading/
Draft day
Mask my ways
Shafting those that pays/
Caste out my system
Coming from the bottom/
Rocking the throttle
Trying to go fast
Had to be furious/
Now I bury this
What cha worried for? /
I ain’t about this
I ain’t Barry
I ain’t Joe
I ain’t those ya know/
Just know I am outta
My mind, what’s next/

SHEEPISH....Take A Deep Breath I Promise My Friend I'll Free You Before The Sun Sets

Beyond Imagination Dealt The Inebreation Of Creation I've Felt Patience Lacerations


stone cold dropper sapsucker samurai acumen operate documents
leave you prominent tackle out cha drama's gin, abbreviate
loan out knives when i evacuate/

Digging In The Crates That Are Coffin Shaped I + My Heart That I'll Give You Dracula's Fate



Cross cases, get played like the smallest violin in world
Fasten your mind, strap in your soul



glass in my eye, gats on patrol
emperors of the past, kings under present control,
crack peasant bones,
at funerals caskets are closed

mask in gold, shatter bones break heats streak thru wiki-leaks
take on these iron shieks thinking they unique
when my force-chokes faded them like vader/


invade foreign shores, faces deformed breathin vapors
break backs of any fake bat crusaders


thorn in ya side like a poison ivy
leave you frosty, frozen dead haven for a cool breeze
ya might wanna watch for the hook indeed
catch me, i'm a hannibal necromancer
deadly blade worded orator/

deadly blade worded orator

inside my mind is heaven or grim
kush the rap oracle evolving 2 dimensional realms
inside of a worm hole sparkling spinning gems
you white boys cant jump above the rim
my latina bitch is rosey perez thick
pussy stay slick take a long dick
cook and clean and don't say shit
im paid bitch
born rich no cotton fields or slaveships
neopolean hill think and grow rich
paper stay green like the grench

blaze ya mind, straight out cha hairline
looks like ya rhymes is at 9am but cha flow is delay via a snow storm
suckers get long blown through the hands of mercy
you ain't vise versa, your avarice ain't potted
gimme a dichotomy i'll open you up like an anatomy class/

what's that smell? did you open a factory of ass?
this is how your opponents fell, laughing as you passed.

castaway dastard flames bastards like those whom roam
looking for god get slain for walking misguided lanes
lames get sliced through the tracks
without accepting premission to get on a track with the tired act/

Tired act
Ran sack the shack just to acquire crack,
To speak the truth in the booth is what that liar lack,
I perspire fact
While they spit a lie I try not to respond to that...

pyro rap infusion get disillusioned
and dissolved like C-E-O with no L-L-C involved
credited editable tapes get grapes of wrath
draft more sets than a bunch of bottle caps
labeled magic hat no. 9/

Rip asunder spines with heat like its summer time, full of catchy words like bumper signs, no ones safe in this lyrical war as i place bunker mines in the front of minds..

graphite minut types get face wiped with twins type of snakes
shake and bake, fake out you frugile weights
welters get swelter by the flames i expose you lames
malicevorous fork your endorphins with skills smarter than dolphins
rest in the cold with coffins/

Fold ya thoughts in im bold n thoughtless leave ya with holes from when the glock spit, im abnoxious venemous lines laced with toxins

closed to the opposite, you're a spore, a population of one
never a trillion more your infectious, a biohazardous degenerate
get cha self exposed like toxins in a 3rd world country/

Hurl flunkys down the stairs of chucky cheeses i have a grumpy thesis that makez people scared like having a lumpy penis dumping heathens that act facetious

Titanium steel force to ground u at will or round house u and shatter your grill/ Malaysia flight drill was taken up in ezekiel wheel for world wide appel/ the mystery hidden/ the knowledge forbidden/ the universe is a hologram/ while reality is trapped in a jam

New ages got us too courageous one line rhymin wit da dude dangerous

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orchestra pits, aligned with the forces of sin
form corroded and bent,
ghosts tormented by the performances of pens

Cross cases, get played like the smallest violin in world
Fasten your mind, strap in your soul



glass in my eye, gats on patrol
emperors of the past, kings under present control,
crack peasant bones,
at funerals caskets are closed


Damn!

I know bitches that blow for dollar bills just to pay the bills
So they can buy pills and drink em down with liquor she's a cheap thrill
back-seat gangbanger if you rolling on four wheels
her actions define a slut she let larry the wino beat it up
And he always piss smelling don't put change in his cup he's yelling what the fuck!
See he finally got his s.s.i. she said his income is mine
this bitch is old but still has a banging behind thong up her crack
she'll hit a whole football team and keep running back to lick sacks
she fucked every barber windows up yelling harder
what's even sadder is at the age of 13 Vanessa got raped by her father
he put the pillow over her face and said i'll suffocate you if you ever tell your mother
he didn't do it every night but every other he got right under the covers
And he even told her about safe sex when he put on a rubber as he rubbed her
the tears fell but she couldn't scream or block out the evil action with a dream
this went on until she turned sixteen she ran away from home
to be pimped out by this nigga my block called baby capone
his watches and chains in the thirty thou range he was sitting on chrome
for a few years they went to Vegas he came back every whip he had the latest
Vanessa made him thousands but to him he felt she wasn't doing any favors
it's sad she was loyal but he still had to beat and rape her once he duct taped her
the baby face became a prune one but her fam was deep out Midwest
they killed baby capone with a shotgun while he was taking a shit son
let Vanessa go she had 62 thousand a new Cadillac and a torn soul
she started doing lines and popping e at the same time
did 3 bids birthed 4 kids all custody of child services
she looked in the mirror and couldn't find a will to live
opened the pill bottle all 20 she gave a swallow something has got to give
next evening at six o clock they found her laying in a bunch of vomit in front of her fridge