your name was in it fucken dumb ass... anyway, you guys are so bad in hip hop history i bet you dont even know who did that verse: Yo I slay who I wanna when creating a horror See my state of nirvana is to make you a goner Stick a pick in your stomach because I'm sick of you frontin But still I'm quicker to bludgeon and catchin victims with nuthin I'll whip out the sharp shank and stick and jig up with ease I watch your ligaments bleed with very vigorous speed My left hook is known to put a bitch in the scene And transform his face into mystery meat After I clap at the wig your skull will snap like a twig There ain't no little body counts I make my massacres big Carefully put in my clips so that the bullets could rip You gettin butchered to bits to me is as good as it gets Bet you leave on a stretcher when the 16 wet ya Wit ya cap twist it back like a major league catcher Your head will bleed ketchup and your garments are soaked Watch me finish the job with somethin sharp in your throat p.s: fuck riot, fuck sketchchoker3, fuck all of you sans exexption.
shiiit, just to keep my ass in this thread im gonna have to make up something off the top of my head i dont know why half these writers are trying to rhyme when they should be painting in there spare time they think they actually sound dope and great but like water they conduct mass hate what they should be do is painting a wall, maybe a bridge, maybe a mall instead they on the freestylin thread making me lol i never claimed that i could spit a hot bar i chill and smoke cigarettes devouring tasty black tar ive got no patience when it comes to creative singing with minors thats why im always sketching coming up with catchy one-liners im done, and i did a rhyme for you kids. happy?
wow you sure are a fucking faggot for taking the time out to type an internet poem. this whole thread is a fucking joke, "freestyle rapping", you kids press backspace so many times to get your rhymes the way you want them bitches. guaranteed all of you are either fucking wiggers or emo kids trying to get a gangster internet persona. either way you should just die. fuck off. fags.
anyways so heres a freestyle to lighten the mood. landmines love toreup those who are mine revolution of minds, times of sand slipping through the fine lines of my hands swimming for eternity still never touching land sinking in a boat without a lifecoat boast to brag, brags to most untouchable by hells roast, dreams of emceeing up and down the coast Stuck on a rollercoaster walls fading faster emotions changed downloadable like napster taunting hienas laughter, the humor only gods saught after/ some boredom shit goin down.
im a small guy that cut your Umbilical cord with the knife i got packed and stored 12 inchs long and thick not the knivfe my hard mother fucking dick and its kra stands for crazy type a guy to put shank to your lady come in your house and shank your baby will i shank up your mom well thats a maybe don stands for don fuck them pricks i rep b21 than i tell them pricks to suck there mom im the daddy but you can call me the papa type of guy to hide from the chopper feds can run but i can hide im so good they fought i died.
ite then jetpack u aint no set back if i was u i would sop spittin and step back coz the truth is u aint on my level so what if u smoke fags u aint no rebel ur a wasteman no if buts or maybes i fukd ur mum and the rubber split ur my baby coz lyricly i got u in a hedlok by the way i fukd ur mum in a figure four leg lok iv got bars apon bars 4 u strappin bars is hard its not hard can u merk me theres no chance so dont ask i got bars like the sky has stars im goin on greezy agen ur not gettin no freebees agen hear my bars on bombing squad and u wanna do ur mix cd angen im spittin bars on the p c agen ur spittin all swag and sleezy agen when i finished lashin ur um il watch cartoons on the tv agen
im confident cuz my bars is the dominant, and i got chicks in other continents givin me compliments, u aint as famous as me, i got chicks screamin my name that dont even speak the same language as me bite my ass u *****s done got me mad, im known for the chrome & the hockey mask, i take burners off the waist cock & blast, had the mag burnin ya face like oxy pads, u betta watch for me wherever u go, i could be right behind u and u wouldnt even know, if u got cheese to blow spend it on a tool g, cuz u gonna need one if u plan on keep all ur jewelery
alright mains back in the shit, new name same style still ending dudes careers, watching the bodies in the mass grave pile cause im verbally synthesizing the livest virus, rapid flow like the Tigris rippin Rembrandt renditions out the view of my prodigal iris and im already at the point in my career where i need that purple pill spittin too much fire, shits burning the lining of my esophagus... its that ill kills with flows far from menotenous, master of Maine's majestic metropolis Ptoooown, we running shit from handstyles to freestyles, you're not stoppin this but really, how many repeats have we seen exactly like this fake fuck Seek38 straight ass like the position i heard he take, im dope like uncut sleek dirty weight and yo Nekel, after reading your shit dawg, i had an epiphany cause im nominating "i got bars like the sky has stars" for the worst line in BS history seriously dude, what the fuck were you honestly thinking ock the fuck kinda line is "by the way i fukd ur mum in a figure four leg lok"? damn someone get this kid a spell check, dictionary, or something but not fronting, Nekel wasnt the only dude to spit about mom dukes humping and again i feel compelled to break shit down bar by bar real quick "12 inchs long and thick, not the knivfe my hard mother fucking dick"?!?! you're not dazzling anyone with fake dick size lines cause this site is all guys "put shank to your lady, come in your house and shank your baby" you gotta be high and yo im not even gonna address the rest of the cats who "spray guns" but Oink, you got 1000 posts and you're still as wack as you were from day one
How many times do you need to say 'again' Like you're trying to make it into some shitty trend? You can't even spell it, your wording is whack I hear you telling Jetpack to step back And you say you fucked his mum, what the fuck, you smoke crack? That shits just fucked, so give up you e-thug You're gunna get nowhere, and I'm about to pull the plug Your shits just repetitive, and you have no motive For all the shit you spit, and it's only missive So this is what you get from the land down under You'll hear us coming like the rolling thunder
yoo yoooooooo montreality yo check it , i fucked so many bitches im spittin raw sex your next , jet , pass wont let you spit back fuckin jetpack , fly away your shit's whack youre telling us to go paint malls while you paint balls fuckin homo , claiming to be buffed you aint tall youre what? 22kilos with bricks in your sandals you wear flip-flops , with flowered shorts and short blond hair diss me about some shit , im not a bitch i dont care little penis , i kidnapped youre mom your dad and your niece i sent hem in a container to rwanda , darfour and greenpeace save the animals , so i wont have to use my piece , chieef sketch3 , dont talk about dicks when youre a pussy for now motherfucka now you know again» WE DONT FUCK AROUND top of the dome
out with the new back with the old who could predict that us time unfolds evolution would start to reverse faggot rappers get worse every time they reherse with each verse you spit rap gets closer to being in a hearse youre pitiful jealous cuz you cant handle the original victimless criminal, cynical lyrical pinnacle you say hip hops dying and the situations critical but im the answer im hip hops miracle about to flip shit back to kool g rap and all those real cats who aint selling out for higher stacks cuz money attracts these hip hop peasants thats why im not part of your material world like quintessence ya fake like akon with more faces than an icosidodecahedron making you look like a bigger dick than lexington i steal ya mask and reveal your ass for the low class not even half way to vastly rnb bullshit that you are
yooo head flips and spins, I rock the mic one hundred ten percent. you can break down,but I'll continue to stay content. verbally,i'll make sounds,leave battlescars, permanent. you know these ryhmes? they damn hardcore. Runnin lines qucker than parkour. Rockin your mental state so hard left ya sore. this is comin so fast you thinkin "damn this ***** should be on tour" hahah fuckin around. anyone wanna freestyle together. Like a little collab or something?
making fertiliser bombs till i get payed bitch, leave ur click eradicated, ull be sad i made it, wen the shockwaves hit u like a spear from savege natives, ur just into faggot gay shit, think ur dope to bad u hated, not at anyone added to it, ull be cryin like a baby teethin, cuss god dont save u shady heathens, i aint preachin but ivv come to slay the demons, so u shud stick to the straight n even, or u wont be leavin, ur household breathin,
sketch 3 shit is so ugly, i wont spit dont worry, im just gonna pee on it dont even answer me, cause i dont care
was this honestly suposed to rhhyme? or were u just being imature and trying to hate? cuss were im from 'dont worry' and 'pee on it' just dont seem to rhyme