fuck the youth someone needs to teach "unconcious" the truth about how foolish pride makes you look in wise peoples eyes dude why dontcha take your "bic tool" n stick it in your dick hole fool its simple ta tell ya dont shoot, need ammo? i'll supply, n ima tat a target on my forehead so you dont even have to try oh, too bad your talkin through a moniter, your entire life is a lie -- forget a pen/pencil, this slit wrist spills well spelled written scriptures on cement concrete prison got this gifted wishin his parents were stillborn ya born dead perspective of a kid yes yet still a vet cause universal and eternal be my quote "soul" or "spirit" garbage globe
i spit that written funk so call me the commodore monitors? fuck the net, u sheep speakin to the komondor i protect ya best intrest, i insist on pissin in ya slit wrists u emo bitch, u aint shit, ill pit viper ur whole click ill spit that poison n bret micheals ur chick ill rikki rocket ur neck outta socket, figure ur stick figure im sick, im ill like mono infected kids my spit contains viruses that black plauge ur wits ur bit. ur nothing but a copy, a sloppy lyracist im pure in this, dont act like ur def ur hearin this im engineerin hits and there aint no interferin, bitch.
Huff n puff smoke, coughing, chokey smokey and the bandit, Multiple personalities, one violent, the other, boring bland shit, I can't kick it, i'm completely void of reality, Drop a sheet of acid and trip face for 2 weeks. For days i sit alone, drugged up scribbling, Staring at the tv, mind blank, dribbling, Depressed like the lead singer of The Cure, mind unsure. Coke in my nose, Colombian cut pure, So many blood vessels, my eyesight's jus red blur, Fucked up for sure. To be honest im a fucking shitty mc, It's not my thing, doing the rapping is confusing to me, More chance of me choking on blood and dying from TB, Then ever spitting a verse for a price higher than free... I think i'll stick to following in the path of Ted Bundy... Bitches... hahaha probably my first, and last, keystyle in this thread... go about your businesses...
Jo no tango numero telifonico ANyways Fuck that shit sucka dick die slow you all gota go no homo do cause you all blow...
wit pens i hit chins like ufc fighters on mics i burn brighter than sodium nitrate igniters i melt emcees, with words im like a dragon i spit prolific flames on arrow tips at paddy wagons im bakin u pigs, the bacon n baby back baked ribs bakin u fake emcees, n takin ya kids kidnapped lid clapped, man the stakes is so big i want a $100,000 or im bakin n cakin ya kids im a canibal, an animal, my raps crack ya mandible shatter ya jaw wit my quick paws, they make my message understandable i spit electric fields, im charged, ur quentin jammable my flows consist of carosine ur flows are just not flammable.
an' im pullin' satanic tricks. reppin' that sixSIXsix, straight from h-e-double-hockey-sticks. an' i'll never get my fix of slayin' angels and shit got you floatin' in the mother fuckin' river Styx. i dont usually do this but uh i suppose tonight is an exception on account of im absolutely crazy tired.
I'm spittin fire like ketamine never try and fight me cause i'll cut your fuckin spleen it don't stop, the beat never drops I'm not talking english, cause I speak hip hop I'm ready if you're ready motherfucker, I bring darts to throw at your ass, which release the farts that blind motherfuckers that can't even see you nut, you stink so bad it cannot be my lyrical is feeling, my vocal is a remedy I hear words through sounds, when i rap it is a felony ________
quit actin as if my presence didnt effect yao youre fake pride driven with satan as your mentor ida replied earlier but why would it be on the top of my list ta check this thread for? please to read your pity filled poetry? or in other words why ya wastin the ink in that pen for? busy sleep rappin oh i mean "unconcious" SNORIN... i got soldiers with posts at every corner of this globe touched by the four winds yes west north east south, do you leave your parents couch? ...ouch, read it n weep from now on sobs n shrieks are the only sound your mom will hear comin out your mouth BLESS
i dont even have to come up with anyting close to dope to diss you ill force you to swallow windshield wiper fluid, n squat on a pregnancy test to make u piss blue.
this fu, must be outta his mind, outta his element u couldnt stop me from fuckin u on the mic if u was celebant
ill post, go peep the graph flix, n come back wit more raps im the weatherman, fuck makin it rain, i murder emcees wit my verbal forecast
tore ass, u gettin raped like rumors of bow wows limmo driver u couldnt write a dope joke if u were jay lenos writer.
ill give u an A for effort, but u lack the skill to kill u couldnt buckshot ur dick chaney even if u were hillary hilton bill
never said i wanted to battle but fuck the odds, i hold the gavel im the judge of life on a pale horses saddle, spearin souls like games of javel