Official Freestyle Thread

Mc's need their whole stylez re-done, stuck on weed, and guns//
Albums done poorly, these maniacs bore me literally//
Burn em' like the weed leaf, drop em' like war leaf-lets//
Snap ya fragile knecks, you take an L like the Celtics vs. The Nets//
I'm not Paul Pierce but i shoot through sets, and slam mc's//
Broke off not re-couping their loot//
Claiming they thugs rockin' leather suits//
You ain't troops you traps//
Funny style camps crackin' me up, like o.d.b.'s first album cover with his face on a foodstamp//

Lit like a christmas tree, wonderin' what my wish list be
Maybe DWI off the record, but I reckon it'll take a second
Bettin' on debtin', so myabe my loot not stressin'
Or a blessin' in disguise, a naughty shorty with light blue eyes
Thick thighs, lips parted tonight we lie
Or possibly, Santa be tossin' me
Fresh gear to be flossin', not costin'
It'd be awesome for pigs not accostin'
Maybe a bash in belligerent Boston
Or some hash, get ignorant often
A loft an' in the sky, so high I wonder why
I thunder by, on Harley Softail then bail
No stale bread, all fresh, no scale rest
But the best would be, to be free
No worries of penitentiary, nor probation
No waitin' with patience, on piss expectation
I'm slatin' on a better new year, come near
Drink beer and be merry, be happy, be very
Extrodinary, for nary a time passes you by
A wasted moment in a blink of an eye
I base my motion, on thinkin' I ply
Each instant with an instant reply
Hesitant why? The best event nigh
At every crossroads, so I know
The best gift, is which to grow
Fuck the rest if, I wish to blow
Luck is a present, never a past
Or a future, cuz fuck if it don't last
So give me, somethin' to live B
Chivalrisly, frivilousy, but still legitmately

killa crack unit thats like see you nu it?
cuz if i bust glocks ya heart stop gee you stupid?
my old shits fly as if i was 50 cent
but if i was dat nigga my ass would be spent
i could give up wack rhymes like it was lent
but i dont got none and if its a sin you should repent
when i fuck a fat bitch my pelvis aint bent
u dont wanna know me i'm on some clark kent
shit i aint lit you just being a bitch wit no dick
and when you in ya bummy car you is a trick
man you's a trip you on the T.I.P of my dick
like you was lil flip have ya lil fit
about the wack rhymes you bit
maybe spend time wit ya mama she might show you a tit
see me you need glasses steroids and a medi kit
i'm a dirty niga befriended and dipped in the snake pit
i got an 6 pack on my nutsack
and my dick is accompanied by a gat
it bust rats and also it might killa fuckin moose
pimp is on the loose
hittin ya bitches cabbose
i'm unique like charchruce(speelled wrong i know)
but you people serve no use


i spit gee maybe like a pimp be but if u aint no me
hell nah aint ya homie
you got a gat you wanna show me
well i go like dave chappelle have some arms raised
i cloud ya vision with a puff of purple haze
i'm amazed ya'll sweet pussy niggas stayed
i prolly would compare you to a donut that be glazed
fuck da escapade hit N' run in an escalade
bussin through ya baricades
no bitch i dont wanna see what marry made
that aint my kid and if she cry she gone die
what you want me to lie
you fat bitch almost left my dick broke like the crooked letter I
reppin NL like kosus psy
i hit her with cream in the face like i was a clown with pie


oh my god that bitch is an android
misseles oh nah she just on steroids
apparently im paranoid
and i found out about that nigga leroy
its true he was my fam
i mean like oh damn
but bam bam he's in the grave wham
not just jerkin ya chain like a cock
no homo so watch while you get got
i beat you down like the cops then say you had rocks
and just let the clock tic tock
ya shits bit and mocked
ya album or mixtapes gonna flop
matter fact prolly happen the day it drop
no one's anticipating
you're just fuckin irratating
do i have to rush ya crib and violate em?
good because i'll make you visit jail so you plug ur but
and when ur there ill fuck the brains out your slut
now i will accept your input

been awile since i dropped,been busy cuttin trackz,puffin dutch,and crushin up rock,forgot the talent i locked.way back in the day,i master the classic shit in the intangled in the wordz that i spray,never nervious to say,anything i contimplate inside of my state,u fake, dont know how to controll ya life,mine its controlled by a sick sadistic poltergeist,that rapes ya rightz and makes it hard to breath, i scar mcz for life if they live to see,the flash backz of 666,
infict a bitch on to her knees and take an axe in fact cut of the head and listen to you scream,demons inside juss waiting to lash out,the last house was 2000 corpses over the copz count,cause they couldent determen whether or not,they were certain if satan himself, had possessed myself, or it was juss a devilish plot,we killinen em off one by one and havein sex with the coarpses,necrophiliac endorphinz, start surging hate blood, as it courses,no remorse kid you juss get get spatterd no forfit,so dont step in the way i pack a venomous blade,of hiv positive residue from dirty slutz that ive slain

Murder a mic, like a dike thrice scorned
Hell hath no fury, and you won't be mourned
Been thru Rox-Bury, I knock KnoX into slurry
Curry spiced, a lil' hot box rockin' tube socks
Get slapped boxed, sweat shop locked
Stocked with staples, pock mark fables
Puncture mini-munchkin, donut muncher
Flow nuts, nut crackin' cruncher
Funk sure, freaky deaky lyric leaks
I speak freely, wheelie peak speech
Steal a deal, he sweeps geeks
Keeps sheeps peepin' leaf sweets
Heaps Hogan, body slam overthrowin'
Irish Brogan, wilish' weapon holdin'
Pope smokin', assassin throat closin'
My notes open, to dope an'
Any who wish to approach
I ride coach no fancy pants here
I'm sly roach, no chance like can-sear
I am clear with my word dance cheer
I nerd slant, you heard entranced ear
Manson mason, stone casin' I lance with no fear

Just playin' KnoX, you know I got respect for you. I'm hopin' that Spin the Mic shit will work out, son. Peace.

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Originally Posted by AcidPhosphate69

Murder a mic, like a dike thrice scorned
Hell hath no fury, and you won't be mourned
Been thru Rox-Bury, I knock KnoX into slurry
Curry spiced, a lil' hot box rockin' tube socks
Get slapped boxed, sweat shop locked
Stocked with staples, pock mark fables
Puncture mini-munchkin, donut muncher
Flow nuts, nut crackin' cruncher
Funk sure, freaky deaky lyric leaks
I speak freely, wheelie peak speech
Steal a deal, he sweeps geeks
Keeps sheeps peepin' leaf sweets
Heaps Hogan, body slam overthrowin'
Irish Brogan, wilish' weapon holdin'
Pope smokin', assassin throat closin'
My notes open, to dope an'
Any who wish to approach
I ride coach no fancy pants here
I'm sly roach, no chance like can-sear
I am clear with my word dance cheer
I nerd slant, you heard entranced ear
Manson mason, stone casin' I lance with no fear

Just playin' KnoX, you know I got respect for you. I'm hopin' that Spin the Mic shit will work out, son. Peace.

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ya that shit is gonna be goin on as soon as i get like 6or 7 more headz
if u no any one get them to sign up on that shit in the house,,,,,,,i NEED GRAPHICZ ARTISTS TO COME THROUGH ON THIS TO MAKE A WHEEL OR SUMTHIN ANY BODY GOT ANY HELP IN THAT DEPARTMENT.....NEED 2 MORE JUDGES AS WELL

Goddamn! Ya'll are killin it up in here. Clownin an shit. Droppin knowledge, flippin mad multies an all that shit. Thats ill. This really is a dope site. :W
Peace ya'll

Back in biz murkin' narcs, marksman fugitive
jewels i give at no cost, though it costs to live
Blessed to spit head splitters, ice robbin' trife ninja
titan tactic giver, Fire-power backed by bombs delivered
Ace of bass warning sign sender, in effect liquior got me acting up
Cop face slappin' up, street fightin' moves corrupt
Guns up my rounds get-a-round like gossip
Rushin' spots for knots like rock fans in mosh-pits
Smashed ya camera man, know you lost pics
Kingdome stealer, show me what you got so i can rob it
God twists the dutch, smoking with an English dime in the cut
Fingers sticky from the gooey i was rollin' up
Hip-hop nut buster, my mates a superhead sucker
M.I.L.f. mother-fucker, big bang after the wildthang's drained
Just finished a fly lady gang-bang

Copius Overloadin', Crack Attack Implodin'
Nervously Explodin', spelling out, not spoken
Stay smokin', Hero of Evil Rally Instigators
Onlookers Nauseous, pawn in my gators
Spawned crooks are obvious, need to cop flavor
Savor that moment, chase the high
Supply runs dry, you try to buy
At 4 am, no luck, so cause mayhem
Play dem fiends, for green to realize dreams
Inert boy or girl it makes no difference
Insert choy and twirl, it's no insignifigance
Shit ya pants, sit and dance, spit and chant
Sick an' emance-ipated, sedated and satiated
Situated and satisfied, slit you made it, try to hide
Addiction affliction, perscription not fufillin'
No penicillin, just drillin' deeper into artery
Hardly harmless, wind up retarded an' armless
Harness the power, to devour in an hour
Shower to rinse, the dirt spurt another dose
Host of hostility, cook and roast to get the most
Supposed to cross willingly, you stab back to get to coast
Freely, hit ceilin', unspeakable feelin'
Got ya reelin', unpeakable hunger healin'
You thirst for more, worst is you war
On heads to get breads, to get fed
To feed the seed, of demons indeed
Weed, nah this is twice that pah
It's like that maw, that mouth like couch
Eat all ya change, change what you about
Stout dopes, turned from high hopes
You noose roped, can't cope
Smoke, snort, mentally abort
Mission, as shit fizzin' in spoon
Noon to noon, awake you croon
And shake with doom, soon
You enter dark room, with no exit or control
Anti-thesis of start womb, it begs for your soul
You've reached the end, my friend...time to pay the toll.

oh i didnt even see that but nah acid i know its cool.

Punch-lines are traded, traitors hanged by the bay ships//
Wolverine attack methods, x-men out like beast for big chips//
Pirate crew with hooks in ya ribs, shoot-outs before doing bids//
Born with the sick look, iron mic rocker, bloody street crook//
Book of rhymes took, caught a plane to Pittsburg to kill steelers//
Fatatily movement dealer, illuminati, papparazzi, police killer//
Still blue steel packin', Mash out on possee's squealin'//
Feeling righteous, building in ciphers runnin' rhymes like bikers//
Stripes never lost, inner city lifer, jam-rock sniper//
Knightryder writer, noddy head spliff lighter,mortal combat striker//
trifer than trife tha God, body squads under-ground beneath logs//
Put the hog heads in guilotines, fatally flyin' God on the job//
U corn mc's get ate teeth rip through ya cob//
Webs are spun in Charlette,N.C. my prey trapped in em'//

my militant reign explains why i'm still in the game
bust ya brain against the window frame... u feelin the pane?
then step aside son... u need inspiration? then ill provide one
bring ya death like im reppin a stretched hearse... ya ride's come
my tight flows wreck teams with the chaos my text brings
im da future... the unseen... a fuckin psychic's wet dream
test me... be makin moves like an olympian runner
cuz ima cold blooder killer like an amphibian hunter

^ yo, you had some nice ass lines in that verse. I liked the shit about the window pane and the amphibian shit.

beam accuracy, my words stay on point like a red dot
u mean actin b-iotches come get your head shots *blum blum blum*
cast you as an extra, blast u in the chest bruh
no green screen, my cream team aint quiet on the set bruh
this aint no movie, each scene only got 1 take
act bad and have yo momma cryin at her son wake
Scarfacin, car chases, shootout wit the 5-0
action and drama, blastin the lama just to stay alive yo
passion to the last minute, attackin wit 2 guns up
end in a blaze of glory, the life of SHRAP gon get 2 thumbs up
your life gon get played on cable, you fake a fable
im fillin up my plate, yo the weight gon break the table
biological organism made unstable from chemical reactions
whores is givin head, u givin bread or metal gon be blastin
im more deep than a ho hole, creep wit a fo fo
come fuck wit me bro so u can sleep in a dirt hole
jerks fold like paper plates, come to ya party and take yo cake
i drank an eighth, make yo fate, bitch ill break yo faith
u on my dick for the sake of hate, i stick ya bitch
i smash u to rubble, hand u a shovel, ho dig ya ditch
tried to get fly wit it, you made yo bed now lie in it
u was always talkin hell bitch, so now u can fry in it
fuckin wit my spinach im gon plant u in my garden
talkin bout how i whip shit, i cook u and let u harden
poppin off at ya lips bitch, get them shits ripped right off of ya face
have a change of faith like Ma$e when them shots lick off in tha place
i lean wit it rock wit it, put the beam on and pop wit it
betcha cant do it like me, that might be why u on my jock wit it
i been knowin they like me, puttin red holes in ya white T
i beat yo wifey just be the reason u beat off nightly
have u wantin to fight me, lets 1 to 1, naw PSYCHE B
we beat u down, dig yo pockets and snatch off your Nikes

Court case, facin' son of the masked Jason
My tasks blatant, murder with no mac's blazin'
You mind vacant, so vacate the premises
I'm the nemesis, the genesis of evil
Weeble and wobble, drank the whole bottle
Throttle so hard, God'll need a body guard
I swing knucks to stupid fucks, face gets rucked
I bring chucks, looped and tucked, whole place gets snuffed
I'm wing-ed luck, hoop dreams and such, earthquake McGruff
Take a bite outta crime, against me, evidently you mental B
Fundamentally meticulous, ridiculous Ryan Saunders
Quick to bust all lyin' imposters, I'm cryin' preposterous
Rhinocerous nose chargin', hardened 19 year old, still get carded
Shit's retarded when I get started, Wal-Mart beefin' in the aisles
Blue light special, somebody called the Kyle's
My crews fights wreck you, see who's right met you
Nephew of knockin', I ain't rockin' a 4-4, smith and wesson
I'm rockin' the 5-5, my hand game's a blessin'
No stressin' the master of greco-roman wreslin'
I get the best of lesser men, learn ya lesson man
Triathalon flows while blowin' dope up the nose
Chosen child chillin', villain' killin' wit syllables
Exposin' fraud, with head nod, oh Lawd he serial
Seriously sadistic, suddenly go ballistic
Trick shit, to flip shit, I'll roll dolo and fuck the biscuit