Official Freestyle Thread

Leave enemies internally slit so blood squirt like salvia if they try to spit
Mic surgeon leaving em' ripped then torn before I split
Take their possessions like seizures or having a fit
They suffering more than a little bit
I sat at tables where generals sit
Discuss business like who's next to take a trip
Outta here take em' there tight grip
Like mic cords that dangle I strangle them from every angle
Twist thoughts like hair tangle
Beat em' over the head with a banjo it takes two to tango
Move before they do squash em' like a mango



:cool:

imprint in your brain like yao traces..
drips down your throat and chest if you fuccin play with it..
face it nicholas cage, travolta face lifts..
spark shells carry cases, catch grass shavings.. ( john deere movement )
illusions, of status achieved conclusions, turn losers in to lizards cousins..

cocasion, nd tropics, runners jus wash em..
always doin the laudnry, open bars like mafia connections..
got my own fam and we feed the workers..
make the call and the boys now never heard off..
broken telephone for the coppers on the other end though..

this cant get no higher, ive left the mic on fire,
i inspire, punks admire, try acquire their desire,
the tools required to make me perspire
only a fool would try,
coz money cant buy,
the skills you need,
to spit rhymes like these
so leave it to the master, avoid a disaster,
an mc now then a victim after,
the confrontation that sees the negation,
of all in the nation who share my vocation
ill keep you waitin, while im creatin,
theres no mistakin, im hot like satan.
and if i can see him, in my coliseum,
thumbs down, hes beaten, to the mausoleum
thats my career,
year after year,
ill be at the frontier
with no one near,
the loud crowd cheers,
i rhyme severe,
my peers fear,
what i let them hear,
so it should be clear,
whenever i appear,
im one class above 'em like a chandelier

Phantom face-less.. performin' bantom face-lifts../
In granny's basement.. jacked a slave-ship with hungry scissors/
Stabbed the brave kid with lovely clippers, the muddy wizard/
Fed his body to hungry lizards, than dead is mommy in a ugly blizzard/
Took the mask off, couldn't stand Hell's heat/
Woke up from my dream to reality on Elm Street/
Aint punk, but I do like Sex and Pistols/
Techs and widows, love skunk in blunts, chess and pit-bulls/

Abrupt Cuz..
WnD Fucks Sluts with Innocent Looks..
Correct Measurment's..... and even More Inn-o-cen-c-e!
da Waist and Butt ...looks like a Buff-et Spe-cial!
Turnin Battle-zones to Catacombs, u got da Saddest Flow's!
this aint a Magic Show but your gonna Vanish...So...
u shoun't Challenge the Baddest Folks! da Captain's of da Boat!
Champ's And Thats All She Wrote!

PIR

send your cults and worshipers, I don't listen
monopolize the Church, a kid on a mission
don't waste my time trying to collect a petty million
born one out of a few billion so I start killing
its the crude one, snap bones, just one individual
rip out belly buttons suck out whats edible
the annihilator, chomping on the helpless like a alligator
writing methods outta line like using blank paper

all I got

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Originally Posted by bizzlez

send your cults and worshipers, I don't listen
monopolize the Church, a kid on a mission
don't waste my time trying to collect a petty million
born one out of a few billion so I start killing
its the crude one, snap bones, just one individual
rip out belly buttons suck out whats edible
the annihilator, chomping on the helpless like a alligator
writing methods outta line like using blank paper

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"Safe" Capers.. get my Pain Reversed....
Only Gain..From the Alien Agent's..
in the Matrix MainFrames they Decay'd by da Decade's Ages!
Destined for Greatness! Break Records and Make Chapter's & Pages!
Casper u Faggots! no more Ameatur Contestants Adequate for Qualification!
Qualify at my Pinnacle, a Lil Sinner in Sin City Sinnin by the Minute!
ya'll some BACKWARDS ass Frogs that go Ribbit! tear ya ass to Ribbons!
Once u Feel the Hand of Riddick! the Last hope 4 Humanity's Wishes!

quickest wit rhymes and freestyles, all the while constucting bars,
counting stars that i see round way, to do what i love and get payed,
thats the dream to make more cream that even banks seen,
fiend of the music use it to my advantage, just cant stand it,
that im good wit words combinations you aint heard,
herb i dont smoke or toke a blunt, dont stunt or front on me,
a real killa mc, from Shaolin to the BH10 even then I cant be beat,
wit fists or the power of speach, teach littles ones how to flow,
hear my shit and they know, but thats the end cause i gots to go...


(edited :misspelt toke)

Liquid Lines, Sniffed ...like Crystal Meth..
Except.. This Is the Time to use the Added Steps..
u Had to Ad-vance then Back-Track ya Last Action Packed..
Caption ya got Casted in..once they see ur Lack of Talent Kid..
u'll be another "Tom Hanks" and get the next Part in Casted Away!

slippin the clip in cock it back aim at yo head and blast away
yo mouth wrote a check and now its time fo yo ass to pay
but u cant cash it with bastids that get drastic and splat shit
savage wit automatics thatll have ya vanish like magic
damage ya static with fo fo's no hoes can be jackin me
gonna tear u a new ass like prison homos we packin heat
im factually pimpin smackin u women wit a sack of deez nuts
u bitches screwin around i guess u had to be fucked
g'd up with the heat what aint playin clown im sprayin rounds
shoot em up, track em down, the MAC is bound to lay em down
aim at ya crown, act like u king of shit and catch a clip
u messin wit a specialist, kill yo whole mufuckin set and shit
dip off in yo hoopty ride, dick up in yo hootchie slide
commit homicide then chop em then Bin Laden and hide
ride out in a garbage fag, for that shit that u started fag
yaint no rough neck, slash yo soft neck to make yo hard head sag

Bouta open up the chambers of yo heart son
Lay a bomb in each...after i spark dun
Part one, stop movin or jus get shaved
Dumb niggas is like new games, they jus get played
Frail figures flip flast when i modify....
Butt fuck fake fluke fags....i'll pop a guy
Before they even get a chance to try
I put the barrel to the face'an they in a trance to die
Avalanches of razors....
Battle'in me? you'll be losin like a blazer
Rock the old school tools yo
I sell my tracks like coke, but they ain't "cool" though
My beats stolen, even stole the booth time
Broke in around 8.....an was out by nine
In my spot, ain't no robbery
Unless its of cum, cuz bitches be throbbin me
U like, its prolly his hobby
Cuz he beat'in down niggas like the slave master Bob be
I hear the wu, but i ain't a god g, i'm more like prodigy
Stealin purses from sally's in the back of rallys
Then jettin back to the alleys where my cash is talied
I'm on sum hit list shit, bitches
Do yaw niggas like my mama did, hittin wit "switches"
But yo, fuck the drama kid
Cuz i'll lock u up wit my "hot bars" an then u doin the "sahanna bid"
One more thing, i never come out swingin
I come out shootin leavin upper bodies bleedin
Fuck that, pull out the ruler so i can write straight
Or i go back to pullin the ruger so i can light apes

Then jettin back to the alleys where my cash is talied


^^ LIked that

Well i write to entertain

the karate kid comes well equipped
military issued weaponry with checks all over my kicks
fuck walking the fine line, turning kids morbid
best know I jump the foul line like Air Jordan
complicated guerilla
alleyway cats recollect me by master and sir
its a wrap like punching in a straight jacket
some claim they collect like 1-800, but can't manage
jumping out moving cars only time you rolling down the street
run shit blistering like the bottom of my feet
face it punk if time were money you earn zero
tried to knife me, couldn't believe it wasn't butter like Fabio

Yo I put hot shit in your mouth like steak when it sizzles
Don't fuck with me or Bizzlez
Popping wack mc's like soda when it fizzles
I piss over em' like the rain when it drizzles
You best have your umbrella and hope it helps a little
Slice your strings with the sword playing a fiddle
Rhymes so deep others can't figure it out like a riddle
They stuck inside the middle
Finger to they getting injured
With holes inside their domes punctured
Check the conjuncture
Moving thoughts like houses or furniture
Then burn it yo
Take it slow have you freeze like snow
At doing this I'm a pro
Though I rather not boast bro
Instead champaign with hoes I toast yo
Now you know who stole the show sitting in your seat front row
Plus like trees with green leaves money grow
With my flow you over-throwed I took the throne
Akido skillz black belt is what you felt
Like cards on the table you got dealt ice that I melted
Stepping to me first make sure your protected
Strikes are deflected so sick that mics get infected
And mc's left rejected like pilots that ejected
No doubt I am top selected



:mexico:

Tic toc tic tic, its time for hip hop
Stash away my classics, sealed up in ziplocks
Bump sum newer shit, how bout u-g-k
"next up" featurin G rap, and daddy kane
Bedstuy represent, of the new domingo
Underground plus mainstream, to its the same thing
My lingo, never flamingo, i say fuck the singin
Unless its "devin the dude", becuz he be bringin
Hardcore appeal, wit the way pussy peals
If i may, pass the trill, to the top where classics build
Or else my matress spill, out the hidden dime bags
Plus the selected guns, i call my crime mags
Anyways, lets go to the west coast
Short dawg, pac, an cube, the most fresh, fresh most
Tech toast, steel hits crstaly of the Dangerous Crew
In houston scarface still on shit like i'm hangin this duke
Outkast, from the first lp, showed they wasn't bout cash
Andre made the beats, an the replay value would out last
Any bodies shit, mobb deep stay on that shotti shit
Prodigy an havoc spittin lines like killins a hobby bitch
You'll now about the wu, lemme take a breather
Half the clan is underachievers, under the reefer
Yes to diss, cuz anywhere i'm at i say what i feel
I do listen to blunt rap like fifty, i spray an i deal
Nas had me wit illmatic, but the rest is mediocre
He wouldn't step to me if i fucked his wife, an he seen't me poke her
D-block, fuck wit them like ghost said "u'll get yo meat chopped"
KInda like my crew, fuck wit us u'll get yo cheek popped

I know this shit is sloppy, but i jus wanted to write sumthin quick

steal from the poor beating down the undisputed
stole my kicks so I chopped your feet for retribution
my brains the catalyst, class five hurricanes stir
careers built off the weight I carry like a boxer
wanna see me in the ring better study longer
fuck a thousand words, in a battle my image stronger
bet your ass I prep the casket for high noon
axing down your spine steadily with my platoon

And all enemies will meet doom if they don't give us room
Explosions left in the air form a mushroom
Camera lenses zoom in on em' while the speakers going boom
Have em' inhale rhymes like toxic fumes
Weak mc's smelling like perfumes yelling in low volumes
Sweep off like brooms they left lying in tombs
Where flowers never bloom
Check out the tune I'll see you in June
Forever we rule shine like a jewl
Take em' to school destroy a fool with education they drool
Ancient like a druid yes inside his mind pictures I drew it
Brain cells flew it then blew it
Then they can say they knew it
Pour thoughts like a special beer I brew it
Only the chosen few others left out in the ocean blue, screw it



:mexico:

I walked in.. trippin, wishin',.. no more givin', I gave/
Gripped my shovel.. started givin', no more livin'../
I'm diggin' my grave.. fuck the shovel, grabbed the dirt/
Cupped the rubble and stabbed the earth/
Like that? I'm glad it hurt.. Ooo, I'll make it worst/
Wen I throw myself inside, she'll moan, "he's home"/
Years later, a tree's grown, my maddness for a beautiful canvas/
Had me stressed with sadness, meant for the usual camera's/
A poloroid couldn't capture, the pen used for the painful chapter/
The rain spill's laughter, I blaze ill,.. than the pain pill's after/

I haven't dropped a verse in a while so I figured I'd lay a lil' somethin' down...

Rap bassist, face it...you basic, wasted
Taste it, greatest my place is stasis
What's the status? Back still the baddest
I birth verses, from born to herses, they rock
I merk Berthas, some mourn and curses, they flock
Still on cable, not able to read fiber optic, stop it
Futurama mama, venomous black mamba mambo
Shoot ya armor, generous whack llama, ya moms know
I could be ya old man, I fold hams, swine you sliced meat
Eat deli style, mild mustard Colonel Custard I stand last
You fast, don't eat for weeks I grow fat, corpulent
Warp ya tint, faded I'm jaded feelin' more situated
Satisfied I can't lie, passerby's cry, bitch you hate it
I made it, be greatful, my plate's full I split the meal
Steal the show on the low, my flows croak hoes
I spoke those dexterious seriously, hexes wearily
Tired outside, wired soul goal scorin' and snorin'
Sleepin' creep, peepin' tom I see ya wrongs
Tongs grab, punch jab stab in the dark
Towards sparks, cherry burnin' Tyler Durden
Be ya burden, break ya back, shoulders hurtin'
Call it curtains I'm done, my lyrical spurtin'

Stalin style, on the block i'm the fuckin dictator
Young dealers step careful but get stuck in shit later
Clip mastubater, between the pheens the pastor page ya
He had beef over stale weed yo, an my nigga passed the razor
His face got slashed an body tazed up,
He ran fast when the shottie raised up,
Pants half down his ass,
Lookin like a school basement room..."low class"
"Fans" know how we "blow" fags, catchin heat an shit
Watchin from the roof, as bitches get beat an whipped
By local pimps, when i fuck wit'em ....they vocals limp
Scared to talk, if i'm in a bad mood they need prayer to walk
Every other week the concrete gets layered wit chalk
Who's next? to catch shells an lose chest pieces
What story gets a chance to become my next theisis
Put dick in uncles to vex neices, i mean vice versa
Throw a nigerian tribe leader on the track the mic curse ya
I write verses cuz i really don't like hearses
Unless they holdin my enemy, cuz i'm bold when extend'in thee
Clips, you know i speak shit...that you pretend ta be
My spokens leave u speachless, blitzkreig couldn't breach this
O u hard? i intend to see, as i bend yo mental like hennesy
See what u've been into, bitch yo lifes borin like tennis be
But yo flip flop college students, they a great basis
For ya average crack house, sellin shit that breaks paces
Rent out a some school housin, my dick get aroused when
I peep a drug hungry bugged dummy, holdin a thousand
He leave wit less than half of that, over charged'em
But i'm the owner that watches the "herd" as the "drover" parts'em


Yaw appreciate the knowledge i jus droped, read it twice

outsmart em even when im drunk and puffin hydro
they aint worth the gauge ill just hit em wit this 9 yo
want me in a cage but this lil cracka too small
bitch slap a bitch tryna give a mufucka blue balls
treat u like my dick bitch im chokin and smackin ya
chop u up into a suitcase and send u back to Africa
Wild like some white girls thats pullin they tits out
i catch u mothafuckas slippin im pullin the fifth out
silly bitch, yeah just run yo shit til this milli hits
throw yo headless corpse off in a fuckin ditch
take yo skull like the Predator i edit ya out of this flick
wont see yo life flash just bullets rippin out of this clip
fuckin wit this neck slashin tek blastin dope slanga
i lift up yo skirt show everyone u aint no gangsta
yous a fakin bitch takin dick on the down low
i put u on the news like some motha fuckin dead po

Brought up on Leggo's, Eggo's an' Old Karate flicks//
Playin game's and crushin frames on a DJ mix//
droppin shit for kicks, Break battle opponent's got pissed//
philosophical thoughts, wondered if we really exist//
missed class to blaze grass till smoke came outta my ass//
blowin cash on Fast food, Trays fillin' with Ash//
life passin on earth as I witnessed a Galaxy's Birth//
then return to see my people with a Wrench in the Works//
The Truth Hurts, We lost Shabazz, Marcus Garvey and King//
Bob Marley, and everyone else that stood for the dream//
we Watch, but don't Act & drop Knowledge wit little Fact//
most Rat's build Mousetraps, they clack the heat back//
Dagger Vs. Battle Axe, wigs flipped like flapjacks//
Mind's hooked to jetpacks, God's fiendin for crack//
Just a Reality Check for tha "Vets" who disrespect//
u should know this ain't as ill as Villain's skills can get.....bet...//

lol i lost it at the end. lemme kno what u thought. Pe@cE & Respect

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Originally Posted by VillainousV

Brought up on Leggo's, Eggo's an' Old Karate flicks//
Playin game's and crushin frames on a DJ mix//
droppin shit for kicks, Break battle opponent's got pissed//
philosophical thoughts, wondered if we really exist//
missed class to blaze grass till smoke came outta my ass//
blowin cash on Fast food, Trays fillin' with Ash//
life passin on earth as I witnessed a Galaxy's Birth//
then return to see my people with a Wrench in the Works//
The Truth Hurts, We lost Shabazz, Marcus Garvey and King//
Bob Marley, and everyone else that stood for the dream//
we Watch, but don't Act & drop Knowledge wit little Fact//
most Rat's build Mousetraps, they clack the heat back//
Dagger Vs. Battle Axe, wigs flipped like flapjacks//
Mind's hooked to jetpacks, God's fiendin for crack//
Just a Reality Check for tha "Vets" who disrespect//
u should know this ain't as ill as Villain's skills can get.....bet...//

lol i lost it at the end. lemme kno what u thought. Pe@cE & Respect

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I think u need to incorparate more multies cuz the scheme is so basic. My philosophy is if u don't/can't be real lyrical, u gotta jus go all out hardcore, an incorparate nice flows an multies to strengthen ur raps.

strengthened my stacks plus the length of my gats
you hatin the facts, runnin game til u get sprayed in the back
u dont wanna get chip chopped, plus Ziploc'd, so bitch stop
or die fast like i flip rocks, blow off ya ass to get ya shit shot
leave u in fuckin shock how im tuckin glocks for all u bastids
beat u like a slave boy gwan and bow to your master
im faster than most when it comes 2 slashin your throat
get medieval, battle axe, toss ya ass in the moat
u aint the king of this castle just the king of the cattle
fuckin wit hustlas, rustlas thatll bust and blow u out ya saddle
come to do battle testin my mettle im bustin the metal
get this shit settled u peelin off like yo foot stuck to the pedal
im ready to kill ya cuz the lead spray nuff heavy to spill ya
comin at me like u hungry but i got nuff machetes to fill ya
shootin some rounds to have u losin some pounds dude
either straight from ya head or in the hospital eatin thru a damn tube

man, fuk a multie. that shits 24-7 for netcees yo, PLUS everyone sounds the exact same doin that shit in every line. I usually only read cats rhymes online if they spit it in audio too. THAT'S where u can try to give em tips on how they do their own shit. No disrespect, but i just had to get that out there lol. Pe@cE

One Breath....
Smoke inhaled, burning plastic stale
Poke fingernail, learning elastic tale
Spastic and frail, dragons tail tethered
To mind balloon blowin' in windy weather
Floatin' in the air, stare in state of not care
Madness material, crack cereal balanced breakfast
Big as Texas I make messes, pick crumbs wit thumb
Lookin' for one, more rock this thought mocks
I cock hammer jam a barrel, blow head like varmint squirrel

Two Breaths...
One in and one out, about to tout clout in snout
Rout I'm taking is pure flake an', I'm shakin'
Wake and bakin', doesn't cut it...I cut it
Love it, leave it please believe it, I don't need it
Who am I deceivin'? Self-defeatin' addicted
Afflicted with sickness, the trick is to lie
To your own soul, I'm cold but warm
Bugs swarm, my mind warps scorpion sting
Was a fling now thing turned to monkey on back
Fuck a King now I sing burned I'm junky on smack

Three Breaths...
Overdosin' coastin', Pearly Gates open
Denied, refused I used and abused
What have I got to lose? My being I'm seeing
Light twice as bright as reason, this disease an'
Pleasin' season summed up, in numbed up
Statis, cryogeniclly wasted faceless tongue tasteless
Basic primal instinct to think, drink drug dope hole dug
Snug and lovely, cozy my nose be bleedin'
Seepin' brain fluid, I blew outta proportion
Self-inflicted abortion, of course when
You realize, the size you surmized to bite
Is far too big, you tries but can't chew right
Night falls on your eyes, you lie awake caked
In dried sweat, you bet you're not dead yet
But close, toasted boastin' host you float
Dope smoked too much coke, you broke
You choke in vomit, scream but cough on it
Slowly pass into the next, from gassed substance hex
You flex once dex-terity, now scarily you can't move
Again, what did you have to lose? your soul...now choose

Edit: I did that in about 20 minutes. A little long but I'm rusty and I thinking now I should have just dropped that in my own thread and got some feedback on it. Either way, it's all good.

Still sayin the same shit that i said as a toddler
"Get off my block", bitch u wanna go...don't bother
Cuz u'll get cane hits from candy, but now flesh holes
Lookin at gun reactions, when we test those
Pimps, lend me best hoes, for unscanned gats
Cinci cycle component, phyco wit the mic flow
Punches land at, where the memorie's chill
My status has been active like kennedy's will
For real though, i'm prolly what u are but "squared"
So get yo legs out the dirt, u suck there
Ya mean, of course u don't, its jus ignorance
I leave rib cages open, like when a bus hit a fence
Know this one duke, from a lil place called avondale
Who accepted his life easy, of havin hell
Local drug dealer like most, plus a nine to five
Who blew up over a mixtape hit, an got signed to Jive
I took care of him, an his brother clyde
From age six, when his mother died from aids shit
Once he got a lil contract money, he left
Said fucka job of duckin cops, an certain death
One day he visited me, with a certain vest
That droped bullets, sportin a merchant's step
Dirty lookin, i said i heard yo "last hit",
It was mad sick,
He took a seat down slow, on my bare matress
Lookin like he was raped, i began to explain
Why that was his "last hit",
As blood splattered on his hundred dollar glasses

Iv'e been away too long time to conclude the conclusion//
Building in seclusion, broke out to avenge deaths of my students//
Retired the sword for a while, perfected my aim shootin'//
True in the rap field, a fearless felon hittin' ya melon with spears//
The years are passing, still i fascinate assasins with the rhyme fashion//
Slapping niggas asking about my degree level//
Sorry Christians, but you don't have to die to see devil's//
Their here on earth, shootin' seeds with serums during birth//
What's money woth a robbery that's fatal//
If this was rap mortal combat, i'd be Kano//
My lyrical wizardry unleashed transforms to tornadoes//
skills i spat un-matched, hotter than lava inside volcanoes//
i laid low stacking doe, dedicated to my scrolls//
Nowadays battles get physical, kill me and i'm coming back like the crow//

It was bout two in the mornin, buisness flowin smooth
When these outa city kids lookin shiesty, came blowin thru
They came wit black hoodies, an on faces...snake stares
Bumpin that riding dirty from ugk thumpin, an eight pairs
Of all black a-ones, an different timbos
Stepped out the truck like royalty, chains shined thru tinted windows
Fashion fags, looked out of place like new comers yo
My strapped up backups stacked up, a few runners though
"come in, we got everthing available to our area"
With labels, stuck on the products uncut an fatal
Some big foot short nigga said "we here to take, not to purchase"
Then my mind switched to plan B, when my top heard this
I said "we don't want no hearses,so, what u need"
As my crew looked at me like.....the fuck u mean?
Gave'em a wink (my crew)
Told the eight fags yo, follow me to the stash room
At the same time i'm size'in up theses cats to blast soon
These lames was "bee's" wit "itches"....u know bitches
An i'd say atleast three of'em gay walkin wit slow switches
Led'em into the room, my nigga locked the door behind me
These outa town cats movin like sum whores wit nines g
I stood up against a book shelf, said "help ya self"
They took out trash bags, an one said "where tha cash at"
I paused as i felt, the right book then the door burned down
The crew came'in shoot'in as i pushed the book'in, the shelf turned out
Soundin like fireworks in my house, the dudes was scream'in
Like they was them indians fight'in, last of the mohigans
Blood slowly leaked under shelf, into the room i'm in
Think'in what if my niggas get rocked, the doom i'm in
Pushed the shelf door open, after the shots stopped
Seen't bloody bodies of dukes wit a-ones an timbos from glocks popped
They laid their barely breathin like a fat bitch after a mile run
My nigga kicked the big foot nigga in his balls..."thats foul son"
Had some local problem fixers, come in an clean the messes up
They mopped up the blood, after they beamed the chests up
Since it happened in the basement, the sounds went unheard
No sirens tryna find us, an all we lost was a ounce of herb
That caught fire from a shot, now the smell was in the air
Along wit victory, these outa city kids musta been kiddin me, i swear

Dude's say to never love a ho, I can't lie I love hos
They blow, they suck, they fuck...get bucked quick
Lick dick and split legs, I never beg I take and break
Off a slice of nice poon, bitchs swoon over well groomed
Fuck that I stay scruffed, rough ridah inside her, open wider
Incisors bite nasty, lastly I never kiss a trick on the lips
Bitch prolly got a full clip, of heat from repeat skeets
I beat pussy poundin' and pushin', blast tush an' grasp cushion
Snob bitches act like they britches is too good, for a dude too hood
I couldn't give a flying fuck, I'm dying to touch these sluts
No problem I just nod 'em, whores love hardcore more
Not sayin' I don't like good women, but I'm winnin' an' spinnin'
Grinnin' and sinnin', givin' to temptation, I'm facin' incarceration
So I need prostitatin' or tootin', knockin' boots an' hittin' groups
No loot needed, never feed it, and never believe it, I love it
But I still glove it, cuz push or shove it, they dirty dog done
Splurty hog run, son I need big ol' buns bouncin' and bangin'
Titties hangin' and no shame in, gettin' ya rocks off
Bust ya mini glock off, don't even take ya socks off
Rock the box off, until ya cocks soft and tell a bith fock off

You gotta flow like one of rae's more complex rhyme scheme verses

No matter how hard i come, i get no feed back
I'ma do this like a donation to bill gates, i don't need that
I could be yo child hood hero, yaw'd still hate, so feel weight
Of three gats, stuffed down the lil' pipe where u breathe at
The real wait, if u wanna read raps, of the endless skills
Watch the anorexic ten year old....bend this steel
"Bar", when piss spills par, witness teal stars
Fitness heels czar, then mister big breaks out, an ginuess builds far
"Record breakin", like i'm mad back in the eighties
At a local music store, wita a bat crackin the "maybes"
The way we rock the mic, it goes to sleep fast
Like a dick goin limp, after hittin some deep ass
Gettin some freak's mask, so i can change my name
Then go drive slow like i might blow on the mic flow
Range? my game? past twenty three, sike though
Me goin off topic, is like a colored blind dealer,
Sayin "i don't fuck wit white dough"
The mind thriller, sayin stay behind killer
Unless u caught my virus that makes a rhyme iller

That was tight. This was my fav part but all of it was pretty good.

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The real wait, if u wanna read raps, of the endless skills
Watch the anorexic ten year old....bend this steel
"Bar", when piss spills par, witness teal stars
Fitness heels czar, then mister big breaks out, an ginuess builds far

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Originally Posted by AcidPhosphate69

That was tight. This was my fav part but all of it was pretty good.

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Thanx, i dropped sum real feedback on your newest shit u jus posted. That verse is a bout a month old, it was supposed to be a collab wit Nak, but he backed out so i jus posted it to put it out there.

Panama Canal flow rushing from my clavicle..
Rap Kong chest banging king of the concrete jungle..
Respect the spec rocking rocker posing by the fence..
Papparazzi snap-shots of my balls, mighty monuments..
Verbally prominent, plus lyrically dominant..
Action packed bombs are sent to sentimental niggas who resent..
Murder trials intrique these styles, trippin' off acid clouds..
Crafting classics while, the spliff i inhale melows me out..
In the ring combos are thrown, clowns are counted out..
By the referee, knockouts happen rapidly, masters sleep..
My hand speeds like windmills, practice drills are deep..

First line I read when I came on this page
a faggot talking about gats, now that shit is just gay
I'm in a daze, five hours of sleep, no caffein
so I'm freestyling this bitch like I'm in a half dream
where's the rap scene? I got a bunch of verses to spit
and I still rock the bitch even when I'm nervous as shit
I ain't dropped a track in a year and a half
but I've been freestyling all day for like a year and a half
put it in gear for these fags, I rock it back and forth
I'm a public enemy, but I don't need need no rap support
cause I bring the flavor flav in a major way
slice the mic in half like my voice wave's a razor blade
the nigga that got sazer laid, straight to the pavement
that was like 6 years ago, now he's walking with his face bent
mental enslavement, someone give me a tonic
cause I'm so sick right now I think I can vomit,
honest, the computer screen is fuckin with my eyes
same shit different day, I'm just waiting to die
life is useless, fruitless, so what's the use to produce shit
this is my freestyle for now until I come up with some new shit

hell naw, just quit it, pussy punk ass hatin fag
lyrically or physically bitch youll get paper bagged
typin shit bout a flow of a mothafucka u dont know, hoe
bustin rounds is gay? thats the only way u no homo
u aint lick off hollow tips, u straight bitch, you swallow dicks
u wanna bust in the scene then heres instructions to follow, bitch
delete your wack rhymes that aint worth the space they typed on
get a camera and record that dick blowin up yo ass like a pipe bomb
thats the only type of videos youll be in, swallowin cock
nervous as shit cuz bitch u get rocked, get off of my jock
u aint never graveyard shifted, u just a bitch thatll get lifted
by the force of the gauge, magnum, whatever take your pick kid
u bout to vomit, how u sick, u licked a dick and got AIDS?
or maybe u read that garbage u just wrote on this page?
my flavor flav off in yo mouth, take a nation of millions to hold my sack
get u crushed by the weight of the lead i throw to yo back
BITCH!!!

I'm sorry, pal, but that verse is one of the worst
you say I'll get paper bagged... yeah, when you serve me at work (I'll take plastic, by the way. Thanks lol)


I came on this page & immediately observed a stench on the spot
looked around for the cause of it and then I spotted your drop
dude, why talk all this thug shit? everyone knows you pretend
how you hard? you live in a colony owned by the french
you replied to my verse, but cannot really be real with that spit
cuz read your drop, more than half of it was talking about dicks
dick this, dick that, only thing to come out of your mouth
it's funny, cause it shows what you can't go 5 seconds without thinkin' about
without a doubt you're too dumb to ever compete as my rival
cuz ur lyric skills are pedestrain, so take the advice of your avatar title
you can only resort to gun and homo talk because you're far from smart
I mean, as it is you're having a hard enough time spelling SHARP

that's all for the lame MC wannabe

u called faggot and said my shit was gay u hypocrite
dont get mad cuz i feed off the shit u say u little bitch
see some folks can just get lyrical and they aint you
im talkin my shit and u talkin bout me so what does that make you?
just a hater at best, my content get placed in ya chest
give u something to rap about instead of a vacant mess
5 whole hours of sleep and u already in a half dream?
bitch u aint graveyard shift u dont know what pushin packs mean!!!
you comin so soft better just change your name to Butter
your shit is more hard to feel than pussy through a rubber
u see how SHRAP-NEL fly, I be cuttin weak dudes like u
leave u eatin thru a tube just for dreamin that u rude
but on the real your shit is garbage thats why i gotta burn ya
over before it started all u can rap bout is my shit that dont concern ya
any faggot can be a critic but it take a mack to be up in it
u never knowin the half just sideline crackin like a bizzitch

bitch got shut the fuck down again, u a joke :lmao: im rappin bout the shit i know and u rappin 1 line bout me and 15 wack ass lines bout your nonexistant lyrical skills, got shut the fuck down nuff 2 come back with a weak ass battle verse, shit is funny cuz u a joke :lmao: keep up the wack ass raps bitch, could use some comedy round here