Official Freestyle Thread

Another day, another dollar, players get popped like collars//
By a street scholar, rap beef brawler, bullyin' all niggas taller//
Shot caller, block baller robber, the police caller mauler//
styles unfuckwittable, send bitches flowers, break niggas 4 dollars//
Call of the wild outkast, rivals i out-smash, my theme gleams//
Teams get injured in dreams n' reallife scences, and i'm seldom seen//
Slippin' never, i wet a rapper showline header witta beretta//
9 shots severe leavin' you deader than ever//
Lyrics better ending vendetta's, then i'm gone wit cheddar//
Flocks of haters get together to bring it, and catch 5 letters d-e-a-t--h//
We break fakes up like lego's, and clap cheap skates over beat-brakes//
Streets blazed for days-end, slugs be reigning, once i'm aiming//
Say a-men and pretend prayer will save you, may the lord have mecry on ya soul but for know i gotta blaze you//

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Word blaze em' till they in a daze some lost others amazed
We aint playin' in their faces leave em' tied up like shoe laces
Erradicate them like feds do spots, leaving no traces
Posted up in all places regardless of races
Keep their hearts beating in fast paces
Sharper blades leave clean cuts and such so catching no cases
Cash hits and much we keep in touch
Foot on the clutch weak mc's walk away in a crutch
Captain crunch keep money in the family like the Brady Bunch
Maybe I'll see you when we do lunch
Mc crabs and lobsters on the menu shall we continue
Trapstars got us looking like mobsters
Furs and mink no weak link just thoughts others can't think
Fly women give us a wink wash my balls off in their man's sink
Maybe leave a hair or two but who care for me the hoe got naked bare
Look em' eye to eye before we fuck like stare
It's all fair in love and war they can't see the son glare
You know the mayor
I got his number and I'm feeling even nummer
Make opposing Mc's look even dumber
They pack pistols and keep em' on stunner
No brainers like they only getting younger
Making meals with flounder
Look out for our lighting and thunder
How we got bitches in love and it's no wonder
Thoughts keep that just over younder
Over heads we plunder
Thoughts that stay on lock like pools on a yacht
I check shipments right off the dock
At least one piece in my sock
Hard heads getting the rock
Hoes left in shock
Send to another planet like spock
All up on the strap my nuts they jock
But yo, I got dollars to clock
Bitches to fuck this shit never stop





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But yo, I got dollars to clock
Bitches to fuck this shit never stop

climbing to the top fuck these kettles and crocks,
heatin' the metal blazing those that mettle on the rocks,
bonds and stocks dropped fondled whores that flopped,
fish outta water slopped sadistic sinister plots,
light up the spot with glocks thats when ya know ya lost...

~~~~~ DR. STRANGELOVE~~~~~

Big Concept should hold belts for all the pu$$y ive delt
walkin around with a trophy made outta BEAVER skinned PELTS
i got married womens mental so hot they drip and melt
my triple XXX disc of ruff sex can be found in Porno Shops top shelf
sex wealth.....cause im the sexual scientist
tryin new shit on clits with brand new appliances
why ya cryin bitch??? im not tryin to hurt you
if you wanna feel the pain imma call the gang to run a train and merk you
video tape the snuff rape caused by the GINSU.....blade
ive never been tested for aids
so i guess i got old mistreeses afraid cause i left they faces sprayed
imma disgrace these days...anyways on to the next page....
cause im sick of reality
i use to be so into new drugs i dabbled in beastyality
but came back gradually
cause a womans scent tastes so much better than an animals B
im an animal mc
sex freak with fangs eatin pu$$y till the meat holes rank
bitch walk the plank...and sniff coke off my dank
imma tongue kiss ya holes fungus and pretend to have fun bitch
juicy as a sunkist...fist fuck ya oraphiss till im touchin ya lungs quik
smellin sick when i pull out ya anal and got shit on my dick

try 2 fuck with that^^^

i be cold and frigid
but im dark and rigid
see dat wig split it
u know what forget it
be sick wid it
or dont be wit it at all
brrring brring booty call
raise da sword tall
and slash then they fall
dark black shadow and a spiked maul
contiues like the energizer battery
fruity like a daquerie
peep da masterpeice
on da mic ask a beast
yo beauty and the beast thats me and the mic
what happens when u go fruity like mike and ike
do i bite?
yes SIKE! yea rite
but ya jailed nigga might
but i spit my rights
and reveal the crimes i've committted
cuz im dangerous and da raw shit come wit it
and u cant get rid of it

nigga you serious??
come steppin like back up dancers with a wicked mind so furious
i see you scratchin ya dome so curious
eddie murphy this mic when DELERIOUS
only the raw gods that aint fearin shit be hearin this
smoked out thick like the clouds in my whip
mosberg action double pump errie spits
take a niggaz life, spit advice then clear quik
cause jakes on my dick tight like profilactic
spit redrum backwerds to wack herbs thats un-inthusiastic
think ya got the spit but get ya shit whipped like diaper rashes
leave a nigga hangin like the blunts broken ashes
tracks im smashin dont trip on my actions
mc's be multiplyin too quik so i brakem down like fractions
thoats im slashin....kinda get bloody
munipulate minds like balls of silly puddy and quick to smack a nigga off track like im gully
spit boxer wit the best offer to leave ya black and blue buddy!!!!!!!!!!1

hoes like you need to stay sober dude, how easy i walk over you
you presidential MC? frickin ho i didnt vote for you
theres evidence you a P U S S Y and its apparent
i see right through u bitch, yo whole shits transparent
i aint wack just cuz i wont never see a necessity,
to explain the complexities to some lames thats testin me
i know u just some fags that wanna have sex wit me
6 feet under the ground u can lie next to me
come with me to Hell bitches ill let u suck my rotting dick
fell victim, i swell bitches who witness wit shots and dick
some weak whores tappin on keyboards dont concern me
you idiots couldnt learn me, even wit heat u couldnt burn me
im the slasher, I know what u bitches did last summer
runnin round while i fuckin pound ya big fat mothers
we aint the same category, your lifes the saddest story
im Shrapnel Voorhees, cut yo ass in half for yo cheese

how easy you walk over me.... i gotta laugh
cause ya wack ass SHRAPnel lines gettin bent over B
you a homo mc
i can tell just by the smell
you probly rockin eggs and ovaries
and im not sober G
but why attack me for
you got somthin to hide like how i tuck the gat?
fuckin crab ass herb tryin ta cause shit
theres more than skellitons comin out SHRAPS closet
hes NON-SENSE
if you wanna battle faggot set up the thread and i'll bomb it!!!

i cant even belive you step to a god....faggot herb suckin chicken cluckin cum guzzlin fag lickin raw

disasterous moves and now i'm trapped in the tomb/
result to cannibal instincts, say a prayer for every rapper consumed//
i'm losin it, i'm violent i'll hang you on the wall like a crucifix/
and torture you with divine lessons until you are convinced/
i never get writers block it just seems childish/
images of vilonce creep in and turn my concious to the mind of a tyrant/
pillage your villeges and leave all the houses ablaze/
by sparks of energy that spew fromm my mouth into flame//
you all can't handle the truth your just bithes too scared/
claimin you'll send your crew after me, i'm askin who cares/
half yall just internet fags with nothin at stake/
all yall are fake, no street cred go to jail and probably get your ass raped//
this is not directed at wucorp this is to all the forums/
i'm sayin quit rappin, start writin and join the chorus//


quick keystyle like 6:25-6:30

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Originally Posted by White_Mouse

disasterous moves and now i'm trapped in the tomb/
result to cannibal instincts, say a prayer for every rapper consumed//
i'm losin it, i'm violent i'll hang you on the wall like a crucifix/
and torture you with divine lessons until you are convinced/
i never get writers block it just seems childish/
images of vilonce creep in and turn my concious to the mind of a tyrant/
pillage your villeges and leave all the houses ablaze/
by sparks of energy that spew fromm my mouth into flame//
you all can't handle the truth your just bithes too scared/
claimin you'll send your crew after me, i'm askin who cares/
half yall just internet fags with nothin at stake/
all yall are fake, no street cred go to jail and probably get your ass raped//
this is not directed at wucorp this is to all the forums/
i'm sayin quit rappin, start writin and join the chorus//


quick keystyle like 6:25-6:30

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That was nice kid!!

I'm cold at night pimpin' more hoes than Dolemite//
Silenttype that'll beat a hater to death with a lead-pipe//
Then while he's dyin' stand over em' yellin' "Get cha' head right"//
I hate life more than harrasing hoes sending me p.m.'s on the low//
Any critic knows hate on my shit, ya conditions critical//
Nearly died before, Jesus said send that nigga back to earth he got too much flow//
I know cats that got too much doe, that's why i'm gonna stick em' up after a show//
Saw that nigga in the front row, my eyes can't get over on how his chain glows//
He went to the restroom to piss i begin attackin', know that's what i call a robbers reaction//
Attractin' rollie polly bitches got me on the run with a dome full of stitches//
Why should i get a job? when i can eat off the next man's riches//
which is jackin', but wtf! i'm a jacker, ex-dealer hands been on more keys than computer hackers//
while ya'll rappers, i'm the rapper slapper//

Scriptin wit precision from the crystal fist wisdom/
wu-corp emcees is deep wit street religion.
Like third degree preachers n teachers, high achievers/
feedbac the status wit static from the thesis.
Peep this here divine, -recital/
mics is live, so muthafuccas wana try fight for they titles.
Bravehearts claimin they hard as fucc/
puffed up chestplates deflated when its time to actup.
Cos its uncut, clean n unmarked on evry level/
hauled thru the borders, guarded by the rebels.
Gates crash the placedown, ya face on the ground/
fake snakes is shaken without makin a sound.
Its seizure wit the cleavers, for outer reachers/
briefed on each of old earths hidden secrets.

iuno wtf i jst wrote^^

eversick666 droppin fear and supportin, all the ill headz that reserect,
no feeling emotion,my potion corrupting aboartion, cause the bitches i impregnate explode in less than 6 seconds of knowing,the sickness is growing outta control,then my spawn take form and rage like underpaid workers mining for gold ,the untold meaning of everything on the earth,possess the thoughts in ya minds,make u belive manipulative wordz,your 2nd im first to scream when delivering hurt,it's hard to stomach my own self sometimes the way i comprehend my visions of worth...