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Throw ya back into the lake
Like fish fished outta they tank
Clones get back in the test tube
Breast’s pump ain’t shit
Too your humpty dance
Ain’t the method to my madness?
I’m vastly gracious, tasteless
Apprentice now I come relentless
Enter my sentence, among my presence
Detest this fatal error fest
Left nuts guess what cha….
Ya ain’t getting nothing but
The slice of my saber
Blaze outta razors
Slice through beats
Like chopping the ends of cigars off
Yo
Wit my blade I killem
To the coroner fillem
From machetes katanas even wit the dagger I'm wielding,
To chop a body to pieces
My hypothetical thesis
Putting holes in the flesh like how they do with the cheeses
I gotten praying to Jesus
Tell virgin mary to free us
Every one knows we the sinners
but the devil don't need us.
I'm rly doubtin they beat us
We stomp em out with addidas
By the way that they treat us
they gonna see us with heaters,
And if I'm eatin fajitas
With sum chicas bonitas
Just know that I treatem like dirt
For they're Always beneath us...
Ripping flows, dripping
through the thoughts of those who hate
face the fate, making weight harder than ya hardest white/
get it nice, and nasty
went from ashy to classy
had to rep like Freddie Blassy/
spit cha heat outta my whips
clip ya wings, draw out a hex on who's next
cremate cha fame, ashes to dust/
leave your mind, turn it to mush
bust a douglas, clone thuggish/
rugged always heralding to creation
face any feet, walk a pile of mud
walk through my boots,my sneaks
I run through timbs once a week/
had to grind hard to make where I'm at
crash clavicle mystical magical/
had to eat in the face of death
just so it wasn't so tragical/
pageantry omnibus rhyme carnivorous,
eat through the beat through herringbone/
I'm dividing your goons attracting flies in the room
spoiled rich kids get their eyes gouged out with silver spoons
for back-talking give a fuck if it's the crack talking
stake-out in front of your crib like a stalker stalking
for days at a time you ain't mad I pulled ya hoe as if u had gays on ya mind
like jamacian dancers I stay on the grind haters go lay with the swine
scum that you are you got a bat while I grab a gun out the car
trying to throw deuces just making the beating more ruthless
watered your girls melons while my son pistol whipped u toothless
don't play with me chicken nigga found dead with his head in a bucket of k.f.c.
your funny style like the klu klux klan blasting public enemy
ashamed of who your are like uncle toms, and wiggas
every gang who oppose see stars as my rep grows bigger
Aint got nothing nice to say, so I dont say anything,
Negativity within me, feeling no positive energy,
No source of inspiration 2 force my aspirations,
Try 2 write a love song but all I know is hating,
And being hated on all my life the same song,
Waitin on the new days dawn but the blinds r closed,
These folks so cold that their minds r froze,
To ice floes in the Arctic Ocean Im global warming,
This aint a rhyme or a flow but a warning,
Swaggot rap got me snoring, shit is boring,
Same old formula with an autotune chorus,
Dont tell Smokey the bear but I'll burn forests,
Rappers wearin dresses, slap these mannequins headless,
Deliver the message bitch I aint interested,
In your fuckin government sponsored population control method,
They tryin 2 make men feminine but they left evidence
No challenge I'm the chemical causing your imbalance
You either salute or drop the loot in silence
quickly walk off or get broke off like candy canes piece by piece
glock to your fleece flee the spot with your niece
watch em retreat when heat rock like pete
one to your chin two in your brim your face hit with my flem
beasts in the brims leg-shots by the slim grim
nasty been him since weird science u fear tyrants
lyrically large to elephant crush any entourage plus the body-guards
treble rebel reptilian friction infliction felt by verbal radar
detect em with herbal sonar, tell em sayonara
theyll be signin off now, padow, now they dog chow
aint no puppies round here, i piss into the air
while the wind is blowin, trailer of missiles towin
its about to be a shit explosion like I ate Mexican
get arrested again, just cuz I ate a Mexican
i eat spicy food others eat pubic lice from dudes,
that never had no reason to trim they pubes,
kleenex and lube watchin Pewdiepie on Youtube
tellin you I do smack like the dude from Blues Clues,
the fuck am I talkin about, with a Glock in my mouth
not from the south but still drinkin cough syrup,
the nonmedicinal ingredients gave me diarrhea,
shit through my mouth now im known as an asshole
blast foes caught in my meteor impact zone
with a mind like dinosaurs, bitch im gone
Pounce on ya beats, tiger vs. the crane style
Rip through ya tendons, face me like a self-righteous fool
Taken a kin, sided skin tones get rim bones
And rip jaws spit bullets out my mouth, like Lobo vs. Superman/
In the booth I’m a cannibal, an animal, a monster,
A poetic beast nurtured, virtue pressed by the curses presented
Upon the coven, slow sloth rise above it, tiles below it/
Vet cha vest, unleash I’m a beast, feast on the opaque
Pigmented obstacle minstrel shows get decimated blows/
Bastardize oxidate rock cement crates bio genesis
Split cha down to genome, send cha home/
Get cha cloned like Spider Man in The Clone Saga
Or The Rise of the Supermen, in The Death of Superman/
Kneel before ZOD, emcee’s ask me spit heat
Leave you crippled like you eatting kryptonite lunch meat/
Fix those feeds, my streams be cream planted
Rappers get they’re darts slanted I’m demented
Worse than a Chappelle Show skit/
Flip ya lid, grip a quick slick cha wrist
Gimmick puppet kick ya like a bike in the bricks/
Impossible vernacular combinations spectacular/
Scott Bakula levels well ahead of the closest challenger/
Who started battling by grabbing an X-Caliber?
And took it to doctoral levels, while still a bachelor/
Married with classical vocals, go do the algebra/...
Genetically engineered perfection higher than Gattaca/
Master of every formula, volumes rival Britannica/
Never been bout the Benjamins, except for a few like Banneker/
Dudes now are mannequins, posing know their Shenanigans/
Ventriloquist, puppeteers, performing pleasing their management/
Taking advantage of immature rappers- managers/
Are dirty rotten scoundrels, playing Jeru the Damajas/
Promoters getting over, by over filling the undercard/
Charge a rapper to open at their local version of Wonderbar/
Yall need to wonder hard, what's the reason your doing it/
And if your scene is suffering whose the few that still ruin it
Know better? Known of no better
More clever, ever since Than Leather
Since Stan's letter, seen how some sever
The scene's severed, never been too-gether
Too weathered, flock's been too tethered
For every bird, we seen of their true feathers
The true measure is who knows whomever
Got every dude tryna be Hugh Heffner...
Skinny cow's, recruiting these huge heffers
Small fish with big pond endeavors
Their fault is when choosing their lieutenants
They fall quick, whenever they loose tenants
Said different, whenever the chips lacking
Or financial backing is slim, they start packing
All followers looking for team captains
Riders and swallowers, someone slide em a napkin
Van Gogh of the flow, know no equal/
Opus Mag, there shall be no sequel/
Rep the people, keep it truthful/
Reap what we sew, live a life that's fruitful/
Reach the pupils, pace is light speed/
Pro L, the endangered mic fiend/
Breath life in the lungs of the main stream/
Speak to the young how ta make them pipe dreams/Two realities, one path is salary/Make them pipes scream, Seems like reality/Tell a vision to some, have em chasing it/No basic math, know the odds of making it/Worth the wait, why hath thou forsaken it?/Forced and faking it, literally raping it/Claimed the culture, your own way, staking it/Threw the heart, blood suckers, drove a stake in it.
"why hello?" was the text that I just deleted, never looked back with fear and loathing worrying who I mistreated. completed maybe defeated? conceded and concrete while im precise, stay true with the drug in my pocket picked you with a smile while I look nice. louder than blind mice wear'n fake ice worn by them fake niggaz, listening to miley ghetto smiley while I pull silent triggaz. go figgaz melting all you skim'n on my rhyme, got me a backwards wrist watch so when i'm drunk tell you tha confused time. gimme some candy cause I wanna party, fully protested while i'm talking to police on 'highway 61' sounding like bob dylan fool hardy.
piss'n off more folk's like i'm about to debut electicity, got readers of this post hold'n axe's askin' "whats his ethnicity?". fuck publicity I don't brag while you fag like instagram, had a dream I found cream and woke up walk'n around look'n for Colorado gram. fresh legal like a inbread beagle walk'n all 6 and 7;s, cause i'm a gunner my team's funner been number 1 since sept 11. don't hate i'm down to debate the magistrate with no English on it, gotta go cause u and I know the following rhyme smells like soccer shit. cant support while you abort that too short cohort, down for rain but the Broncho's lame got shoot him down cause he's a good sport.
Official freestyle like a motor cross bandit
x games type stunts/ hope you didnt come empty pall bearers handy
get your show canceled
you scrambling for your phone
ill break both ankles
choke hold strangle a hoe like kurt angle
stuff a coat hanger down your throat
hang you from a rope
dome dangling from ur throat
wont stab you i just scalp you wit a scalpel
all that babble have to pull your adams apple
morbid tucking razor blades in my foreskin
in jail made the alphas males try to forfeit
have caution i can gauge shit without warning
plunge a fork in your forehead for your cornbread
same fork for performing home abortions
make a fortune from onfortunate orphans organs
before that i force em to intercourse with important politicans
while i record it
extortion scorching ayayusca in the forest
with a shaman ill tell your fortune
POST COUNT 1234 BOY
congrats locust on that sick ass 1234 post but who's bragging, ill faded semi-dated denver bronco lagging left bloody like a girl ragging. i'm just fagging spinning cause i'm drunk when I wrote this, loopy as an lp scratched like your girl gagging like she's in bliss. no homo i'm blacker than domo to Jewish slicker than a jewfish with Italian scales, off the rail's turnin' "pales" what your girl calls when I fuck her like the prince of whales. oh and fuck yo game like a gritty couch, never win above the lower lyrical kung fu crouch. like bubishi cause i'm about to test for my 5th degree blind folded, true story on the last line 20 years in martial arts dually noted.
in april bitch, i'm goin for my 5th degree.