Monster Music (Killbot's Factory)

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

new thread for my raps...will post later...

[GuardianOne]

Brah,

You best post your lyrics..!

Peace

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

basin creation spawned by anit-elation
face discrimination with all degradation
shock nations with ths captivating plot envasion
erasin the populations natives and stickin em on reservations
just like we were on plantations
and u know this hold this grip
sweaty palm slip nam vet tricks
taught me how to equip this sick spit
sick shit off the kids fit
killbot's off the rictor in ways
spit with the sickest display
make you put a fuckin clip in your fade
rippin the stage grippin the gauge
kickin dogs stray fleas where yall cats lay
on ya knees yall pray for the gats spray
now think about it
me lose a battle? shit i doubt it
i give a blood clout about shit
if it aint about bricks whips or mad tricks
it can suck my dick cuz its not worth a clip
worth a grip murk the strip wit dis thats it
you better strap up and get wit it

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

from cloud 9 to ground zero
turf wierdo murk ya favorite hero
its rainin but its still clear though
Bad blood between villains veins
vigorous strain on the membrane
when i breathe these flames into a mic
that transfers to a cord o lord
these lyrics i pure gore shotty in a conveinience store
its a bore snore so horrorcore
twilight zone door opened for more
implore the masses natural disasters
multiply closed caskets holdin a ratchet
for yall faggots who want static yall maggots
scum baggets compact eratic so dramatic
in traumatic fabric expressing my emotional tragics
now who's requesting the beast?
whos requsting this peice to they teeth
mac french kissin ya family
in a room acting manic and frantically
dramatically 666 on the wall satanically
devil in me you cant panic me

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

i cum on the scene like jerkin on a VHS
teflon be the vest baghdad be the best
swift stalker attack ninjitsu especially
(audio samp "you'll die ten times if you tryna test me")
back to the formula god its middle school
think u cool? bullets leave u in a little pool
thats how we belittle fools hard grammer
country grammer black hammer black bandanna
open or closed casket depends on the ratchet
and where it hits when i fuckin blast it
but either way the shit will leave you traumatic
superb plot the irony is so dramatic
fly like a space ship rhymes make shit
studio out the basement but still has no replacement
i bust alot homie see the casings?
you bite i bite back rip limbs and give you a face lift

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

swagger on a million possibly a trillion
nigga said he raps but the streets aint feelin him
gunshot gunshot Bang Bang
crack rocks crack rocks slang slang
homeboy got chains like a slave mane
so be careful wit my click click like wu-tang
possibly we reunited coincided wit my findings
even my worst verse is timeless and goes diamond
and its lined wit platinum beats
talk shit stomped out wit platinum cleats
you catch bullets like T.O.
word to my P.O. you know my steelo
you'll feel Steel-o no you keeled ova
ova your shoulder pitch boulders
outta this black rover cut wit baking soda
nigga you know this
so strategic bud sticky like adhesive

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

By the way i doze off you can tell dat im blunted
niggaz see me in the trap like i be the hunted
aint nuttin to a real nigga gamblin off hundreds
five shots to ya stomach niggas scramblin and runnin
back door gunnin baghdad wit the ruger
hangin out the window screamin to my shooters
Get dat chalupah get dat chalupah!
see dem lades back there they tryna move us
block player spot jake-us and knock haters
spray fakers duck down almost scuffed up my gators
fuck up some bapestas shots leave em red monkeys
nigga got ate up cuz he trusted sum junkies
from the way dis type of shit go down it smell funky
thts why he in the hallway bleedin out of his skully
nigga i play the bully totin the nine milly
clippin niggas tryna get a Billy (Bill Clinton)

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

What the fuck?

[Drunken Monk]

what a spammmeer

[adedwutang]

"implore the masses natural disasters
multiply closed caskets holdin a ratchet
for yall faggots who want static yall maggots
scum baggets compact eratic so dramatic
in traumatic fabric expressing my emotional tragics"

i didnt get to read all of em but this part was ill, only thing i can say for the rest is try to flow smoother and make the bars easier to understand cuz sometimes its just a lot of words wit no real meaning
peace-

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

aiyo peace ya it makes sense to me obviously cuz i wrote it but i like a differant POV too...more to come

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

Infected like plague of bubonic
actin brolic off my tonic
High on speed like sonic
shit got me hooked on like phonics
so when im fishin for fiends i hook alot and thats honest
my shot gun cocky bullets not modest
and you'll be full of it like bullshit frontin on my squadrant
my tech leave you beat when my bullets just blaze
i told "Johnny" law i should be caged
or suffer casualties among all who rap gay
i knife at night Baghdad rap by day
moving step by step yall bad pussies like sluts
my gun is hugh hefner it gets so much guts
UGh and its spillin on the ground what
step up you can CUM and get Shot like a nut
my life is a reality film in the genre of snuff
These niggas DJ scream when they get cut

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

so i wake up at nine alarm dont work
get dressed and got a stain on my shirt
slept on my arm so the shits all hurt
not to mention my favorite kicks got dirt
so im halfway to school when i notice this shit
cant turn back cuz i gotta still handle bizz
get to homeroom one nigga flips
cuz i owed him money now he wanna fight da kid
so im in science not payin attention
teacher notice and i get a detention
to the class my grades get a mention
now im all embarrassed could feel the tension
so im in gym class dodge ball feelin real lax
thinkin about wat imma spit on my tracks
one minute im cool and when i turn my back
a dodge ball hits me square in the sack(AWWWWW)

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

so next im in english writin some darts
teacher called on me im actin real smart
and in the book im confused to which part
next thing i know shes readin my notebook (fuckin mark)
so all the kids laugh cause the shit was wack
atleast i know wat not to spit on a track
the rest of the day song stuck in they head like naps
oh my fuckin god i cant deal wit dis crap
so the days over we all going home
when my bus breaks down in the middle of the road
forgot the kid was tryna fight me im in grind mode
wonderin if this shit will ever get fixed to my abode
after an hour the bus get fix we on the move
when i remember i forgot my basketball shoes
im thinkin where? shit they at the school
fuckin bullshit this days just not cool

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

so im finally home moms starts bitchen
take out the dogs clean up the kithchen
to see my life miserable everyones on a mission
and i sprinkle all on myslef when im pissin
so now my pants smell all pissy
lookin for my stash cant find my fifty
right now bitch niggas eyes would be missy
cant lie most niggas would cry now really
so im at the courts ballin up wit the click
in jeans too oh shit my pants just ripped
fall straight on the face bust the mudula
i really cant think of anything crueler
ass hangin out dont know what to say
cept really this was a fucked up day
go straight home fall asleep
WHAT THE FUCK THEIRS JIZZ ON THE SHEETS!!!!