Official Freestyle Thread

I manufacture lines,while, man-u-factor iams
In a diet of bull shit rhymes, try'in to be just like i'm
No wack verses "aloud", keep that shit to yo self
Or black hearses an crowds collect an gather like kelp
Bitch that styles washed up like missin dead bodies
Holdin a crooked shottie, swollen an lookin shoddy
I'm "workin underground" so call me a "dangerous minor" (miner)
My style's almost nation wide while yo lame range is finer
Those bitch disses "missed"...like u just got married (mrs.)
Now line's hurtin yo pussy ass like a just popped cherry
Look son, the "King" aint "live" cuz i just chopped "larry" (larry king live)
With gun's the color of "coal-man", i just dropped "gary" (gary coleman)
So how the fuck can u withstand, plays on my wristband
Like i'm Mcnabb, plus i'm throwin spirals at yo kid's glands
Teach'em to catch bitch, but before that, yo catch this
With my connections in texas, i can put bombs where yo necks is
"Splatterin walls" like cummin in pussy, wita crimson color
Expect much tension brother,
Cuz i got more bars, than prisons fucker
And i let'em loose like pitbulls confined to ca-ges
Finnally let out, an now bitch they try'in out razors

ayo da god spit boulders hell froze over n still colder/
krill flippin qouta "higher" than tommy chong i calmy bomb/
"smash crates" like donkey kong poundin on my chest n shit/
beast breathin down ya neck tec grippin wreckless spit/
i lesson kids learn em how 2 drop "math"/
i "multiply" haters just so i can pop half/
"divide" ya torso leave u more than a corpse bro/
ressurect ya soul so i control ya mind also/
foes falsifying facts get jaws from tha lion raps/
pitboss who firin gats till ya brain fry in fat/
iron mask like "tony stark" u phony farts get "ghosted"/
clips loaded lyrics encoded in my thought patterns/
caught soulz lost in caverns n took em hostage/
spit goblins lil niggas do my dirtwork/
while ya bitch slurp till i quick squirt u gets hurt/
fuckin wit a verbal leviathan/
leave ya organs cycling while im poppin mg's of vicodins/
skulls pilin i think im close 2 a thousand/
puncturing lungs wit my sword tongue till ya blood drownin/

i'll sink any titanic foe like a glacier/
mental mind eraser nine will place ya in a state of peril/
narrowly escape facin fate straight as an arrow/
grind for deniro niggas mad shook im no hero/
opposite of role model thrown bottles lit moltov/
yall squab but i release tha trigga n blow gods/
perico coka on tha transparent plate/
bearin blades blatant 2 ya face fakers gettin laid/
beneath tha grass duke could give a damn if i blast u/
blunt filled wit tha haze gettin blazed from tha hash glu/
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mafioso wit the flow,family ties intertwined and made of gold,the rhyme inclines
and starts to show, the real stature of religion to folks, beginning the quotes,
with rows of unforgotten notes to sanctify the opportunity posed, to the human being haunted by intelligence hope,remember the story's of glory keep the memory's close,in ure brain remain relentless gory.. before 666 impose.. to close ure casket nail it shut with out no remorse in my poemz,rap stat rip fresh flesh n shatter ya bonez,sentence so demented 666 back again... the dark calvary's home,satanic maidenz design,shine... polish my thrown,the knowledge i drop shock wit incredible tone, till u foam n its known in my regionz meltin mcz with the spit that im breathen.. invoke,summon the demons inside my own body
its godly appearance fear ure death nearing as its subliminally told..

Seargeant of the slaughterhouse puttin' clips in ya mouth..
Pull the trigga, like an afro ya insides i blow em out..
Fire torching sportsmen showing out..
In bouts i hit like Maywether, lines hotter than May weather..
July, June, and August..throw a bomb on a mc's tour-bus..
Wanna battle us? You rap niggas must be on dust..
Degrees drop in the booth, when i'm crafting cold cuts..
Ladies say i'm nuts, but they still on my nuts..
You got guts my sword will expose em..
This li'l nigga be droppin' cats the size of Hulk Hoagan..
No peace on the streets, so a piece i'm holding..
Flowing like a wino's urine, my poetry's pouring..

yo yo yo

i freestyle from the arabian desert in exile
conseving heat with light fabrics and textiles
suckin water from cacti and walkin for miles
while the sun scolds i daydream of the cold and food piles
my souls serious, eyes blury and dilerious
could this be the end for the sidious?
i feel a force mysterious
which some might call "an out of body experience"
half man half "somethin else" like dr. neferious

bloody battle axe slasher master of weaponry/
my darts hollow tip poisnous for da enemies/
no-choice-for-this renagade but tha violence/
my diabolic ways leavin mad niggas silenced/
venom fill da pen now drench tha papyrus/
stare into tha iris(sp?) of a lost soul/
my styles jurrasic scripts found wit tha fossils/
collasal crushin dukes who dare 2 touch tha tool/
i buck-n-spew lethal thangs ya frame bang'd horribly/
contortioning of ya face fake snakes adorin me/
sneakin in they crib rip they wig open morbidly/
pain n torture b ya misfortune/
slicin proportions of ya fam till ya orphaned/
i metamorph my lyrical danger into physical/
2 da shape of a steel shank u stage'd critical/
condition ill wishes gainst tha nigga spittin/
acid n magma sacrificial my religious right/
grippin mics late nite fufillin strange sights/
n visions peep tha intuition ima beast 2 u kittens..

you brought the banger thru but its quality over quantity
im watchin these kangaroos get jacked like Chris Conelly
and honestly,- my response would be to pick ya flow up
ive grown, im fuckin stone cold sluts with O cups
and so what, my cold cuts froze ya thrown explosives
im Step father when i "Son"-ya-"Man" like joseph
understand, even underhand ill stick u with my pitch
if u need something ill 300 and kick u in a ditch
lyrical eclipse, lobbin arrows at ya moms apparel
if ya mommies gone, im donkey kong and im tossin barrels
caution when talkin asshole, ive grown accustomed to eaves droppin
enemies often speak till the trick from my sleave pops em
geez, watch the flow strikes go bro, i kno..
i sewed ya eyes closed and tae bo'd ya wife's nose
psycho, sane? psyke my viens are rearranged where my tounge is
so i cood spit blood in ya face to distract u, then stab ya stomach..

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Originally Posted by Dusk

you brought the banger thru but its quality over quantity
im watchin these kangaroos get jacked like Chris Conelly
and honestly,- my response would be to pick ya flow up
ive grown, im fuckin stone cold sluts with O cups
and so what, my cold cuts froze ya thrown explosives
im Step father when i "Son"-ya-"Man" like joseph
understand, even underhand ill stick u with my pitch
if u need something ill 300 and kick u in a ditch
lyrical eclipse, lobbin arrows at ya moms apparel
if ya mommies gone, im donkey kong and im tossin barrels
caution when talkin asshole, ive grown accustomed to eaves droppin
enemies often speak till the trick from my sleave pops em
geez, watch the flow strikes go bro, i kno..
i sewed ya eyes closed and tae bo'd ya wife's nose
psycho, sane? psyke my viens are rearranged where my tounge is
so i cood spit blood in ya face to distract u, then stab ya stomach..

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ill shit yo..

god bless...uve been doing ur fuckin thing yo...juan.

Some rappers hold they lines tight, i ain't scared to drop nuthin
All these homo niggas talkin bout they'll "cock" sumthin
My shit is off the wall like dudes that rape infants
Critics consider me one of the best by the eight sentence
New game wise, i'm fuckin up shit face to face
Like i'm head fuckin yo girl, make'in her taste the paste
When i'm on my simple shit i get more looks than pimples get
Fuck the temple kid, put the gun where the dimple is
Gettin u hype, lines is all up in yo head like rogane
Lighter of lights lightin mics dikes an fights wit propane
I write a verse in four minutes, wit no whores in it
Rhymes tower like bill board signs,
I seek power an build more lines,
Hot like my core penned it, yea i " penned it" like undertaker
Lines strike wit lightnin', yo bitch ass justa thunder maker
I'ma world wonder "maker", they swim in yo bitch mouth
I had to pump more seeds in, for the ones the bitch spit out
Fuck what bloods and crips bout, yo i rap wit my dick out
Now who wanna battle me? all of a sudden u rattled g
When i'm flexin please make it a neccesity not to mess wit me
With no doubt when i "spit", u bound to catch a S-T-D

*daps

ayo...

i perpatrate wit tha professionalism of a jewel thief/
jerks-who-hate get wrecked-from-da-wisdom of tha tool speech/
i move-streets a behemoth walkin tha lands gritty/
sands of time shift as i handle-mines swiftly/
40's of mickies blunts of da diesel keep my head gone/
reflectin "shells" like "mario wearin teflon"/
respect-don or get ya whole fuckin crew-wet-son/
forget-non factual niggas wack shit gettin slept-on/
kept-bombs as if i was werkin 4 "bin laden"/
bashin niggas on tha domes untill they shins-poppin/

(shins poppin)

clips lockin in place, ready to lick shots and erase a bitch
stick glocks in ya face, i dont ask playboy, i take yo shit
beat cops to the chase destroy anything incriminatin this-
lil cash takin ho slappin killa that aint known to chase a bitch
hope u can take a dick cuz thats the only thang i can give ya
stay drunk cuz they wanna murder me so fuck fuckin up my liver
im gonna get killed anyway might as well do it myself
all about my wealth, aint really give a fuck about my health
but still my well being meaning more to me than yours
aint fearin seein heathens bleedin, leave em on da floor
i close a lot of doors includin the one on ya casket
and best believe that i aint goin fo your case when i catch it
as long as im livin G i cant let em imprison me
they tryna put me in the ground so they can shit on me
i put this foot in they ass instead cock back and blast em dead
snatchin bread smackin bitches tellin em GIMME HEAD!!!

lines that captivate niggas ryme-but-exagarate/
blowin pine-i-decapitate wit a style of excution/
verbal-electricution shockin volts my mouth spewin/
knockin- folks- out robb em naked so they scandily-clad-movin/
niggas b talkin shit they just actually-ass-chewin/
gats-2-deez-cats-losin fights they picked in tha first place/
blody'd up wit a dirt-face- blown out like "candles" on ya birth date/
my footsteps make tha earth-shake-leave-u-in-da-worst-way/

Ayo

It's natural ayo my flow is mad evil
This tracks lethal smashin' fags like average mad people
Takin' drugs and get laced because
These haters just debate my touch on a major buzz
When I'm tapin' up!

continue you little pigeons!
pz