sittin in church, preacher preachin his lies little does he know that i got a suprise hidin under my coat, got a knife, gonna make him choke then ima go to the nuns, fuck them some then i pull out the gauge, show them my rage, im havin fun maybe i am, dont know about you maybe i shoulda just stayed in school coulda learned something but instead i took a mission P.S. fuck the gang life and everybody in it back on track, out of the holy house goin' up north to visit my homie now serve me up a G, i get it with glee but little does this ***** know he's about to D I E that's how it goes, happened so fast first a red flash then again with the shotgun blast sittin there like Urkel, did i do that sorry buddy didnt mean to make your brain go SPLAT but that's how it happens, fuck my life and yours gets it twice STC runnin around takin' lives not a serial killer in fact its all be premediated maybe not Small Time is gonna get appreciated after the lies, and after the torment i need to make me some more golden moments freestyle that ima work a little more on and make.. "full".
Listen,i dont want to leave. you just need time to cool off. you head needs to be recieved from this mental war. to flush anger,I put holes my door. Please dont do this to me,you beggin for more. You didnt think id hear the message from behind the door? well i did,look at me now,askin what for? ive lost hope,ive reached the end of the rope. im fucked,in the hairs of your scope. I asked to stay,you reply with nope. might as well call this the end. ive lost my fam,friends and girlfriend. my thoughts on life completely transformed. you have my heart torn. hell i dont even have time to mourn. look in my eyes ragged and worn. the scores ten to o dad,you fuckin won. i cant believe you still call me your son. or do you? look at me now,my heads at the tip of the gun,you dont even care. im here all alone,you wont even answer the phone. when i call all i get is the calling tone. you hur my moms and you hurt me to dad. i dont even know what to say,im not even mad. in a mental state and you cant relate. all i have to say is thank you. i hope my mom finds someone to replace you. this is my last resort,so dont worry about child support. just ignore me like usual. dont you dare step foot in my funeral. this voice is unheard. past the point of no return. remember when we used to hunt,dad? remember all the fun we had? remember that 22 you bought me,dad? well i have something to tell you. where do i begin? first off its under my fucking chin! im fighting a battle in my mind. to just pull the trigger to end it that much quicker. i have no dad to help me through it. i just want you to know. i love you,nah scratch that. YOU FUCKIN BLEW IT. you had my life in your hands and you fuckin threw it. remember this isnt a fucking song. its a suicidal note. i hate you,your a fucking joke! i hope you read this and choke. fuckin croak! so look in my lifeless eyes. no more disguise. nothing to hide. just shit back. and enjoy the ride. ..
new verse wat i got so far homebois supposed to come up wit tha other half for da collab Lost in this hypnotic stage, I call a life Through ganja fumes and cold brews I recall da cold questioning stare, the fury in the eyes Burning to bright Leaveing me questioning Who was wrong? Who was right? Lost in translation Jus a thought Packing da bag, I tell em wassup Pass da blunt, ima cop hit on dat grass The rattling cans, da heavy pull Pulls da rocawears down my ass, I let em sag Rather than let em hang round my waist and b called an upbeat fag chorus Murder me, , save me ,thank me This life I call my own will break me Murder me,save me, thank me This life I call my own has changed me Murder me,save me,thank me This life I call my own will break me Departing, a dozen cans in tow, showtime ***** lets go Walkin wit da crew, every ***** steps in sync Looking for dat perfect color, jus the right hue Spraying away, lost in da haze of paint Sudden rush of noise, Lost in a daze,fuckin confused 5-0 flash they lights, dats our que Rushin through crowded street, da pressures on, I feel da heat Feeling much like a blessed saint, dippin below a church I think homebois ready to give up the game, gettinn ready to faint Hands dripping wet, fuckin pigs didn’t leave enuff time for da paint to set chorus Murder me, , save me ,thank me This life I call my own will break me Murder me,save me, thank me This life I call my own has changed me Murder me,save me,thank me This life I call my own will break me Dodging patrols we make it back to the fort Luck was on our side, none of da homies will face a day in court happy for da moment, none of us *****s truly glad weeds our last resort roll it, spark it, pass da jawn lifes not easy running the streets knowing ur an expendable pawn to ease the mind we write why? artisitic expression yet we rolled over by politic oppression
im feeling like a greedy genius, this girl got me guessin' i got a question, your uncertainty has my emotions mixed, lets blaze the weed until everythings fixed seperate the real from the counterfit because i hate being around around a fake bitch, my girl has to keep it legit, because every moment with you is like kodak picture perfect girl you better know that.. ughh quick shit.. just got some shit on my mind
since monor and me stopped e-beefing with yall thugs its so empty in here so im picking on KAZE bitch made ass fagget talking bout your girl on a track ruthless yet courageous , cant call you homo on that i get head by the chicks you get all emotional with sorry to hear that ,let the weed blaze until everythings fixed im making your life a myth just like big foot in them hills to be such a pussy , writing about a bitch you must be on them pillz picture the perfect moment , me fuckin your girl on the sofa no remorse or mercy , puttin that pussy in a coma passleoinj is back motherfucka» pass the blunt
it aint over yet remember last year, it was your birthday you met your girlfriend at her place at first , she looked at you a strange way as you was walking in the hallway cause , ifucked her up on the wall fucked her down on the floor« got that bitch screaming PASS I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE she was telling me nasty shit like : she liked my big dick she told me she wouldnt be satisfied by you after i stretched that shit , so fuck you youre bithc is mine i got her on her knees i got her all crying saying she loves me im sick of kaze half ass mc your dick is too small , and you want to get married lemme tell you something once they go to Pass they never come back poor kaze your case is over i hope after this story , you gon cry me a river actin ass rapper you aint shit and you know it
I prefer my spandex to be free, who gives a fuck about the fleas. Same goes for cheese, wats wrong with second hand eats, i consider them to be previously used treats. An extra hint of mold may speak of tales told and scientifically its a lil bit too old, but my naval is brazen and my stomach bold. I'll down that morsel as easily as touching my torso.
pass i bet your wishing you never started picking on me because im about to make lyrical history like taki 183 did for graffiti i rip your heart out pick it up and watch it stop beatin push you to the ground and all i hear is squeakin your homegirl call for medical treatment but your layin there dead from my verbal beatin and i bet you use google i classify that as cheatin to top that every line that comes out of my mouth is like nose candy, pure crack.. no beef im so blunted .. cant think straight but your rhymes are bunk
sry if i hurt your feelings id like to really shoot you nice lines but this thread is called FREESTYLE rappin so i actually freestyle you know still , fuck you
you always escape reality when you rhyme you can't find a crime mentality so you talk about mine youre a lying piece of shit , cause you dont even graff talking about how you historic ,man i just laugh you say my homegirl calling for medical treatment goddamn , i didnt know you was schizoprenic say something wrong to my face , and you'll leave in a paramedic you call your raps verbal beatin for real man , youre just beatin the verbal how can rapper go that low? you maybe smoked the herbal to forget you were a bitch whos dying for my money , to buy you new cosmetics now eat my shit this is on top of the dome
everyday i go to school pissed at the world hate almost everybody, got this list of girls. most of them tricks i cant tolerate soon they're throwin' bricks, next they hollar "rape!" operate like this? youll have to wait, and dollar weight, i dont compensate. we walk in the library to read six hundred books i said "fuck you teacher", u misunderstood. i cracked open a book on rape and drugs. smack, coke, weed, shrooms, bapes and thugs and what hatred does. but too late to fuss class dismissed and fuck this school stuff passed the test but dropped out, thats cool stuff. yea i dunno
spittin dope fly shit got bitches sayin oh my lanta. spreadin my name on these streets equivilent to propaganda. stealthy slick moves,puttin ladies in the mood,quick like a panther. let your mouth run,street cred by the that weapon your holstering. ill spit flames down your throat,leave intestines smoldering. burnt off your eyelashes and got you shittin ashes. got verbal confrontations for protection,i dont have time for questions but im here to teach you bitches a lesson.
Fuckin' with ya boy's girl that's a no no Ya boy being with the chick ya liked is a low blow all this world is filled with is bitches, hoes, and tricks money materialistic shit from clothes, cribs, and whips doin' a buck twenty and change, drunk and deranged mad at the world will leave me nothin but pain everything is crashin down quickly up upon my life my whip's tank on E, no bitch, and i'm paranoid so i walk with a knife fuck the law always givin me a suspicious look they see a hooded kid with a hat and think crook but fuck that i can handle myself i ain't shook
ploting sick shit, like war time profesers, spiting ten megatons of pressure, to compress ur, chest or, put ur lungs under sever stress. more, than you can stand, force them to contract and expand,
REDO ha i bust open a book on rape and drugs. smoke crack, smack, coke, weed, bapes and thugs. what hatred does, is wait for us. but too late to fuss my dollar weight is plus. ill drink a forty in a minute, like who cares. drive to a party in the hood ,make the blue stare. cut their heads off, then drink the blood down. like i said 'tough', with krink i flood the town. go crazy with pieces and throw's alike. kill baby's with pieces, ha, blow's from dikes. dont fuckin' care, ponder what you think. build a fuckin' lair, and conjure up some ink...