Worst Freemurda Lyrics Thread

[Maccabee Ridah]

hahahaha..............
I have saw this thread now, and I almost fell of my chair readin this shyt....

Half of those rhymers in out temple have 100x better lyrics than those.......

Shame..............


Peace.........................
-suuuuuuuuuu///

[NoSaidDate420]

Say what yall want but he's bettet than lil wayne soldier boy etc... I brought his album last week and it was what I expected some drunk high thugged out drug dealer shit get money fuck bitches shit I except it for what it is I guess that's there version of the dumb down artist

1. being better than soulja boy and lil' wayne is no excuse for freemurda's lyrical flaws.

2. how is some drunk high thugged out drug dealer get money fuck bitches shit any better than lil' wayne and other dumbed down southern shit?

"shorts with the slippers on white tee fitted on"

might as well be d4l. there is no excuse for making an album that bad when you got tight ass connections to the wu.

and i have no problem with "drunk high thugged out drug dealer get money fuck bitches" shit. it's all about the way you twist it homie.

like let's compare....some classic heat from a murderous rap slangin' killa bee who i would say personifies drunk high thugged out drug dealer get money fuck bitches shit best...

"It's born god, I survive, Park shit is still real
You know sex, money, drugs, death, the whole ordeal
Murderers to kill, henny demon and ill
Jump in my rocket to the moon, spark an L and just chill
I got to own stocks and bonds, kid, just because I want them
And million dollar businesses with Darkman written on em
Not up front but an economical stunt
I want it all, I hope I didn't put that too blunt
Educate, moving on up like the Jeffersons
Cop a Lex, a Jag, a Land Cruiser and a Benz
And a mafia of friends to dispose my foes
Stand over my shoulder while I head crack a C-lo
Taking care of my peeps cause I know how it be
Mad court cases and white papers, that's all we see
From the roll of poverty but I always got mine
Smuggle from Now Y to M.I. on the mainline
Now I'm in cash field still persuing my path
Sever the mic in half to unleash my wrath
I want an abundance of girls to escape the world
Throw a party on solo, me and seventeen pearls
Puffing on mad lah, dunn, without a regard
I need thirty-three acres of dungeon growing in my backyard
Four courts in the front and bathrooms as big as kitchens
Two thousands gallon aquarium to sink my sharks in
All for one on estate, my whole crew living great
Enter the gate unannounced and you will meet your fate
I'm up Carlito's Way, rolling with the real
Protected to infinity in a security shield"
("i want it all" la the dark...)


face to face with some of freemurda's illest darts:

"Go and get your eat on, I got hoes
So my dick I don't beat on, something to throw my feet on
Curl my toes, that's how it goes, as I skeet on
Tired of shitting on 'em, so like Kels watch me pee on
It's you, your girl cheat on, once they throw Free on
Smoking on that neon, green, that's what he on
And your man CD, watch I crush weed on
And burn it like pee-pee, when you get your STD on
Crack is gon' need me, the way I get my G on
Walk the streets sleepy, that's when doc throw the sheets on
Get my fam Keon, to lean on something
Keep on fronting, got to keep on ducking"

i'm serious about the illest dart comment....that's really is the best i can find.
hard to get over the overall corniest flow in the wu camp.

i can flow like free too....check this shit:

"Can't stop eatin like i'm Oprah in 83
So don't get sick like a trick wit HIV
My niggas clap heavy we got our bandannas on
When i rap i Everlast like that Santana song
Go hit the bong - nigga you ain't never high
Bitches wanna tell me 'Free, you a clever guy'
But i don't buy em fries, no, not with that shake
You slangin diesel, i pump cheerios and cornflakes (?)
Im up in the mornin', wipin' off my Nike's
Cuz like some tampons, Freemurda got Wingz!
I serve cracks dawg, i ain't gotta sweat the rent
Til the landlord catch me gettin' extra bent
Using bleach pens all up on my white T
This Nigga got a mustard stain on my white T
You not Wifey, askin' me for child support
My niggaz got mad kidz that we can't support
Don't disrespect the sport, baggin' hoes is hard work
I be sweatin' like i just did some yard work"

he should hit me up for some ghost writing. i can do better than that too. somebody wanna holla at his management for me?

[Hollow Dartz]

Lol!