Official Freestyle Thread

drunk as fuck all night written
knowin half yall cats bitin
clash of the titans splashin yall out with mics n....
silver surfin threw D.N.A splicin
first round knock-out without Don King r Tyson
this is lyrical combat fuck a fist im mouth fighten
tongue lash tightens......you best to check ya head
throwin left n rights till ya eyes rollin back n shit
inside ya head
weak ass dome peice
funny how ya whole crew called the police when concept unleashed
poems raw n rugged for the streets
guess yall destined to sink
restin in STINK hahaha i mean peace
yall mutha fuckas only raw when i eat raw meat
equal to the shit stuck to my feet
when i sink
ya mutha fuckin imaginary dreams...
playin wit yaself like pornographic internet feeds......but eat a dick
real quik like james cameron sinkin ships yall chimps..
to tha gods revolution
i spiked the witches brew and downloaded the solution

^^^ruthless^^^

uploaded the pollution to my brain, the dro clouds
got the liquor and the e pills, just need a ho now
i dont change when im drinkin, ask that fake ass bitch
showed that lame what im thinkin, he hit 911 and snitched
im the same when im drinkin and im down to represent
runnin ya mouth to my face, i guess suicides ya intent
sometimes i gotta pop e pills just to run my game
but ill just take some brains bitch, let them boys run a train
i cant help it if love just aint in my nature at all
life is a battlefield, no time 4 shavin my balls
makin em calls, not to them bitches just straight business
you got that i got this, cmon my brotha lets get this
got my shit planned out, yall cant breathe then fan out
yall haters need oxygen, get my dick out ya damn mouth
if they fakers im watchin em, waitin and poppin em
ya lips or ya bitches, aint nothin but cock in em

"runnin ya mouth to my face, i guess suicides ya intent"



yo nigga...u no i wasnt doggin you rite

if u got beef we can battle but w/e fam

wtf, yo chill, its not about you

aiight aiight..man i like ya shit i juss thought u was trhrowin that dart at me....dope rhyme tho son...u got nice verses

my consistency is that of jordans comebacks
run raps , love taps , tha god got ya kneeling on thumb tacks
fuck that.....son my style is the illest
abstract hits tyghter than a pythons grip
hit me on the hip.....dial 911
ambulance assistance when concept wreck sumpin
ya nonsense is werth nothin......when you steppin to god the general
a distinguished gentleman and a handsome devil
hiphop rebel.....ak 47's plus sum lime and a shovel
fuck a tussle
watch me undo my belt buckle wit a grin and a chuckle
my rhymes sharp like stucko.....runnin shit
like u stepped in sum dog mess on the paper chase threw the projects
honest i got bitches mouths open like an orthadonist
i promise......with fingers crossed
i give u props when you up but dog you when you lost
jack frost
cold hearted mutha fucka from the north
with a full report on the drugs i sell 2 fiends to snort
abort......the whole opporation
like the board game im buzzin when the bones are missplacin

yo you wanna battle??? im juss askin
its not that i cant eat these emcees up son im juss fastin
so fasten........up like a safe belt
your on a rhyme ride to collide with a brain melt
so save self.....or get annialated with werds
concept smokes but stays away from all you herbs
fly like byrds....your penguin status
my hiphop apperatus you cant grasp it
melt bars like plastick with 16 tongue lashes
i look good when i wreck it like caddilac car crashes
cold bastard...turnin men into mice
my rhymes got ya scratchin ya head like lice
think twice....before steppin in my direction
like lookin over ya shoulder into the adult movie section
raw infection.....accompanied by third degree burns
when pressing the hot coal on skin to kill all germs
take a turn......or did you learn from this lesson
emcees come up short battlin concept no question
or second guessin...son im stricktly skill
and cold hearted enuff to club 50 baby seals
son you fakin ill....like callin in sick to ya job
wanna be me emcees get verbally raped , served and robbed

SERVED N ROBBED, i'm Worth ALOT, Words is God, leave ya in da Worms n Ground, Squirm n Found ya Worthless Worshipped Cursed Lips by da Precient
i'm much betta then decent, sand around my bed like in Egypt

hot like Egypt, and i aint gotta look in a toilet to see shit
if these faggots get any exposure, its indecent
i get closure wit that E shit, bitch i got cock to choke
haters i got em seasick, they cannot rock da boat
i dont stop choppin o's, you can act a clown down under
say that shit in real life, lay in the ground down under :W
bitch ask em im a gangsta and damn do it feel good
you fake except for the box you gon be in, its real wood :fucku:
jus for money i dump and flip, have ta represent tha hood
but somebody gon bump ya shit, crackas campin in tha woods :eggy:
you aint worked no bitch, and you aint sold no drugs
tryna jerk my dick, bitch yall some straight homo thugs
get you dumped on quick, wit some Glocks to spray on
get you jumped on trick, colour your face like a box of crayons
lookin like a rainbow, i can see ya fuckin pain glow
get sucked by ya moms while my boys fuck ya main hoe

consumed by cartoons that teach the world we ain't bafoons
living out another chapter in national lapoons:
United States of America
vocally maturbates the world into hysteria
they'll marry ya and bury ya
and don't sleep till the flag is on the earth's whole surface area
the youth of this country need to rise the fuck up
need heal the goverment's deaf
final solution part one first step crack and meth
and i'f we don't rise up now there won't be nothin left

too many humans living in the earth, today are ostrosized
you claim that you can see but you got scales on your eyes
are you really willing to die
so that he can cover up his lies
my brothers and sisters we are running outta time
charge George W. Bush with some mutha fuckin War Crimes

^that's what's up, keep 'em droppin as hard as they hit afghanistan homie





I'm from the habiat of city rats, blood splats, and gats
They push bottons seein 'ta that, Scopin human acts
They read and react, CIA infects the world
And then calls it facts, Sigin pacts to invade Iraq
No WMD's, the media don' react
No they slack, and they lack
Any chance of ever exposin the evil
And if we're waiting for them to tell us
Then we're dead as a people
Better get it together
God ain't always Chill in Church Steeples
Sometimes its the feeling knowing we are all equals
And there can't be no sequals to this evil
To get to the light you gotta go thru the dark
So lets set a date ,mothafucka's!
Unite,and Lets March!!

^^Damnnnn, that's it man, let's set a date.

lets set a date for when we start giving a fuck,
as a people we need to climb outta da hole the got us stuck
say fuck you to power and middle finger to the first lady
cause they act all nice then wanna turn back the tar baby
it's time to tango and swithc it up like hawkins, sadiee
cause these bitchs they amaze me, at why they thinkin so god damn crazy

i went for a cigerette and saw some kids i was cool wit
i lit up the cigerette and talked about revolution
they told me there ain't no solution
kids are too stoned to care bout the constituion
i'm like fuck that
we gotta stop actin wack
put the negativity in the backpack
cause it's time to act

against a group that feeds our family crack

one for the peace and two for the revolution
before they kill us off it's the youth thats the solution

I flow drunken, move like a monk and smash pumpkins
Blast pumps in the faces of contenders, when i'm mc hunting
Vocals running like runners in the 40 yard dash
Who wanna clash with the top gunner, have ya shittin' bullets out ya ass
Faster than lightning strikes, my klondike bars freeze em' like sub-zero i'm cold on the mic, it's about to go down like a dike, when i unleash my heat in the night
Caught you out there recycling what i write, you pleaded for mercy hoping to avoid a fight
got cha' lights knocked out, ran ya kicks know those smelly socks out
I'm the undisputed champion of every block bout
And so many bitches wanna blow me, i walk the city with my cock out
You sharks cop-out cowardly, as i give you death for honoring me
Scalp you like a cherokee indian, helter skelter couldn't precribe me therapy

battlein the pack
with a bag of coins and thunb tacks
all lookin for a hand out
all wantin a free sack
but they all know i'm lookin out for stacks
the girls wit the tickest backs
and the biggest platinum plaques
my face on the new mount rushmore
and my dick to stop fucking these skeeze infested whores

tower of terror, doin coke and saying funny shit like i was yogi bera
cops dive by my crib 'm gonna stare-a
cause i'm stupid and unafraid of the bullshit law
the wanna step up than my gun ima draw
pa-paw
the first one he never saw, until it was to late
ha-ha
put on a badge nigga dug his own grave
then i see a vison of buddah and jesus comin towards me
tellin me this shit im doin ain't immportant and boring
you gotta another dream a different calling
than i take a gun to his head
and kill the myself for not calling