why are you calling him an ass? i think you need to get off the grass just let it past or you'll be last of the mass all smoking hash you try to dash but you'll get cashed like a check you'll be a wreck worse then a computer tech that has a fucked up neck ye ye
on ur teeth im steppin, packin lethal wepons, im fuckin evil, spawn im reppin , if ur sisters names tiffanry, then were eatin brekfast the mornin after, like audry hepburn, udidnt get that lyric, cuss my shits hard to swallow, heart burn,
yo sketch3 you think youll get me? bitch im comming 4 you so you best expect me im gonna deck thee, i see your shit and im all like "tee hee" yo i see you at my gate, its a quater after eight fucking think your so tuff then why you late? stick for a sword and tin foil chest plate? you pansy boy toy im here to destroy give you a vulcan neck pinch like Lenard Nemoy you like a one legged b-boy you gay like Sigfreid and Roy smack you in the head with a can of spray paint you thinkin you spittin ill shit? you aint. i bet you read this response to your wack rhyme and faint have a heart attack, everythink is black haffta call an ambluance to bring you back make you think twice about talkin smack
your attempted burns have nothing to earn quit your turn and go back to learn no skill like a bomb with no fill no thrill like when you homie gets killed. but i will continue on bein chill your lookin ill need some medicating pills? or maybe just some bills but it wont ever happen cuz you are just no good at rappin, im trappin you ho, ill expose so all know you like to rhyme with no clothes from head to toe it just goes to show you lack flow, all your crowd yells is you blow just doing this for fun...
word up to everyone who complimented on my verse. some kids got the right idea goin on here but usually when i look at a verse and read it i try and picture it over a beat, and most of your verses don't flow well either too many or too little syllables. anyone in here actually rap?
tired of played out syllables that don't rhyme half of these boys just talk, they ain't spittin in real time on a graff site, most of you probably don't do crime but what do i give a fuck they aren't my lines some of you are too quick too judge like you own shit but the majority is that like your graffiti..your lines are bit your just a little puppy holdin out your little paws i'll dissect your raps and point out all your flaws not a rapper more like a nighttime vandal but still my lines will burn you worse than a candle leave your head spinnin i'm somethin you can't handle leave your life in pieces and shambles, watch ya scramble you see i couldn't let you know how i feel in 16 bars even with a flow illa than sars, outta this world like mars i only disrespect those who don't respect me i'll break ya neck like the Wu...you better flee don't get caught up in the wrong part or your heart, will seize to start you don't get it right now i was never taught don't pre-write...this shit is up on the spot i'll peep your rhymes...then give it a thought thats when i decide it's time to give another drop you think i don't read your petty little verses sending you back where you came from in hearses
lissin fool ur not dr spock, this 8 mile, im eminem ur popa dot, u dont rock a glock, clash me, welcom to the shottas block, better have a lotta luck, cuss i just gotta fuck, the free world, and these girls,
ups to nostra, you can spit just some quick high shit, tryin to get in the action somebody feel me, these nigas got it sideways got the same ideas repeated in about 5 ways sayin how you so real and the next dude a fake well it takes one to know one so why the fuck you gotta hate? just get yours, get high, and worry about you talkin all this sickness, aint got nothin but the flu im fuckin death in disguise jus a lookin for who's due these dudes is sluts, jus a lookin for whos blue listen, im not your friend, duck ya head if you spot me notice i said if, thats if them people dont lock me mothafuck city cops, them nigas tryna drop me knowin i got the thang cocked, he aint tryna stop me cuz he knows i do me and im just in it for the ex-change im grindin on my city like im tryna win the x games! and grindin means sparks, and sparks mean a flame and my *****s got burners, erase ya life and ya name fightin fire with fire so you know that means beef beef dont mean shit, dont hear it, nor speak im dustin these *****s, im gone before they greet, these bicthes like virgin dicks, all they do is get beat
coka blew da shit outta u toys man!! whats! yo passle oinj.. idk who the fuck u are but i wanna freestyle in french with ya so message me if u down
to who ever likes virgin dicks, im merkin clicks, an hurtin pricks, i burden kids,by converting ribs, into spurting things, then i burn they cribs, i bet youd feel that, when ur caps peeld back, ur like a seal that, got its flippers cliped,
here it is another one off top of the dome spittin shit quicker than a bullet from the chrome got me locked down and focused in the zone you know the story i'm the giant you the gnome the only reason you ain't stealin or dealin is because you the one in the hood squealin actin like you down and on the block bein hot when all my shit is made up on the spot there's no way i'm gonna stop droppin you hear them shots in the air poppin come at me i'll show you what is real hip-hoppin if i ever do drop there won't be no floppin to sit on a shelf near the big picture and ready to die rappin ain't science man...this shit ain't bill nye you see i drop info for all my people preachin to you through raps without the steeple sittin in front of your screens inside your home...protectin you from those screams i'll give ya nightmares man, fuck them dreams you know my click the official mean teamm
what the fuck is real hip-hop about you dont know shit in here imma show you what im about your nightmares i haunt them your shit is all stolen you probably sucked dick for a livin , im sharp and best at killin whats your name man youre such a bitch you scared of tellin cause them punches'll catch you , meanest of them vilains you make me sick to my stomach , every word I spit you feelin hem imma teach you my shaolin , perverted style inspired of harlem your verses , you stealin them you aint fuckin shit you worse than cancer youre hip hop aids , the virus on the cock nobody can get rid of destroy you and come back for christ sake, turnin your switch to off cause you aint nothing but a fuckin fake and thats the only thing youre proud of.