Hey unconscious where ya been? I thought you lived on this thread! Or maybe you're scared cause Rez keeps pooping on your head And calling you gay, cause you are but there's nothing wrong with that cuz I know fags that write, on the block saying "Scandalous!" Your rhymes are like wack, but not even that Go find some old men and show them your butcrack I kill motherfuckers like you in north denver I got a dirtier record than the nuggets in december! Oh motherfucker gotta respect my steez You're a dick on the slopes going to rent skis And sadistic child, forreal learn to spit You look like ass and smell like shit
im rentin skis i strap you in wit c4 round ya knees push you down the slope give the detenator a little squeeze watch your body parts fly faster than achilles catch em in appetizer baskets, serve em up at chiles throw some cheeze on the top, between the buns, n call it phillies crush up the bone, mix it wit ex, n serve em up as illies
Now, all this rambling be set aside Would you trust me or even confide? For now I'll abide, do you like my rhymes? Right now everyone is going threw hard times Scrounging for dimes and pinchin pennies We eatin in now, no more goin out to Dennies You still reading my raps even though I don't bust a gat? I could be a Republician or I could be a die hard Democrat Rock a tall tee and a fitted or flannel shirt and a trucker hat I could die for my family or I could be a snitch or a rat What's up with that? Would you still like my rhymes if I were Latino, Black or White? If every spit was off the dome or if I took hours to write? Never got drunk or fucked up or I always stayed high as a kite Does it matter on my gender, whether I'm a girl or guy? Whether I always played it safe or I've come close to dying? Or whenever I spit it, I'm telling the truth or I'm always lying? Laughing or crying, I could be a sellout or a dropout Or I never cop out and I'm enrolled in college Whether I'm mentally retarded or my head is filled with knowledge Or maybe I just have a lot to say and shit to get off my chest Perhaps I'm the weakest link of this shit or maybe I'm just the best Straight, Gay, Bi or a Les, maybe I like Skittles or maybe I like Pez Maybe I do graffiti, I love writing my name on the street Or maybe I'm an emcee and love rhyming over a beat?? Possibly I like moving my feet like a true B-Boy Or a DJ from back in the day who loves my turntable toy I could indeed be a true poet and know it Maybe an athlete and only a ball that I like to throw it Rich and Glamorous and maybe I like to show it, or possibly poor Could live in the city, in the sticks, or maybe on the Sea Shore I could be getting my freak on with a superstar chick or maybe a whore? Or maybe I'm not getting laid at all, but does any of this really matter? I could a skinny Mexican punk from the Bronx or a Fat Asian rapper Once again...does any of this really matter? Maybe my taste of music differs from your own Maybe I don't have issues or I have AIDS full blown I could be a walking STD maybe have cancer Who knows all of this, who has the true answer? If you're still reading this rhyme I hope you like Maybe later I'll go rollerblade or skate a half-pipe Hop a fence and go swimmin or possibly I'll be sinnin with women Watching a stripper go up and down that damn pole Or maybe I'll be in church repenting, sorry for my soul I could be a construction worker or I could be a teacher I could be the hellion stealing donation money or the preacher A person up on stand on trial for a murder or I could be the judge I could be a forgiving person or for 40 years I could hold a grudge I still won't budge, these are my rhymes it doesn't matter who I am Who knows, well whatever no one knows God's plan, truth be told
Sorry I fucked up a few lines, but I was just going threw, not stopping and editing shit out so some of the lines read funny
Yo im A.T.E. sititng here with my homie KEY and with S.Z. ya see Commin at you with some tags and some throwies. I may paint but im not a G, i gots my own style, but its not just a mild style, its a wild style. and while where on the subject of style you better get some style, you broke ass vile. better take a bow and a smile cuz you showed me up for a while, but yo mom should wonk on some better hand style. mad style, free style, wildstyle and fight style all depends on your mood or style. some cats be illin some cats be dope, better get out my way before punch you in throught. (made this shit up today...while hidding for the pigs, after doin a throwie on a HumptyDumpy sign) Humpty Dumpty painted a wall Humpty Dumpty, look what he saw. The big fat pig looked far and wide. we sat there smiled and he drove right by.... Fuck the police. FTP...
YO YO YO, I'M A CRAZY MO FO U CUNTS READ MA POSTS N DONT KNOW WHAT IM TRYIN TO SAY COS YER AW FUCKIN GAY ITS THE TRUTH A DONT LIE WEN A PUMPED YER MAW A CAME IN HER EYE IT WENT ALL RED, PUFFY N WEEPY CUNTS MAY THINK THIS A BIT CREEPY BUT I ENJOYED IT ALL THE SAME ONLY PROBLEM WAS YER MAW'S LAME LEFT LEG KEPT TWISTIN IN DODGY WAYS FUCK IT A DONT CARE AM NO ONE OF THOSE GAYS THAT YE SEE ON THE TELE NO DOUBT THEIR BREATH IS SMELLY COS OF ALL THAT DICK THEYV BEEN CHEWIN DID A MENTION UNREAL WAS SPEWIN JUST THE OTHER DAY AFTER DRINKIN ONE BEER IF A DIDNT KNOW BETTER ID HINK HE WAS A QUEER BUT FUCK IT WE'RE NOT THE ONES TO JUDGE ESPECIALLY COS SKETCH3 LOVES SOME MAN SLUDGE ITS NOTHIN PERSONAL SON JUST A BIT OF PATTER THE OBVIOUS NEXT LINE HERE IS TO MENTION UR MAWS FATTER BUT A WANT I'LL JUST SAY SHE LOVES MY BABY BATTER MUCH MORE ORIGINAL AND A BIT SURPRISIN LIKE THE TIME A GONKED AND HER MINGE NEEDIN PRISING OPEN COS OF HOW MUCH JIZZ WAS RAMMED IN THERE WELL A SPOSE ITS BETTER THAN MESSIN UP HER HAIR SO I'LL LEAVE ALL U PAFTERS WITH ONE LAST THOUGHT YOU'VE JUST BEEN RIPPED BY A MUTHAFUCKIN SCOT. hahahhaahahahah YASS. P.S Please no one take this as a serious attempt at "freestyling". a dont even like hip hop.
truth be told... tell me why the truth be sold... college tuition so dam high i sold my tooth of gold... only got a bill 50, not even close to enough... said fuck the system n copped me a system for my truck... if they want me to pay them bills n fill up they pockets... then ill strap fort knox to a rocket and aim it at they hip sockets... they can lip lock wit my big cock, or my fists... cuz ill punch u in the face if u ask for another sample of my piss... its my business, you worry bout yourself... i can handle mine so no need to worry about my health... ill be honest, i do smoke weed... it helps me relax with every hit i breath... just kno i wont be high on the job, or at skool... im a hardworking individual, not some random street fool... just give me a chance n quit wit the circles u dance... quit playin games n lower the high rates of finance.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DzT5MnkIaEY got samurais suroundin ur facility, coulds of weed smoke blockin visabilty, imortal warlord no one can kill a g, weild futeristic abilitys, demostrate my skill at ease, weak mcs cant hack the truth, they try an rhyme without the aptitude, bite a mic out hands an spit it back at u, attack ur crew, after i strap a zoot, small time bitches gettin wack reviews, fuck anyone on wax with u, sound like they smokin crack an glue, dont make me do a track or two, revealing the faggots ur atracted to, get vexed an smack a yout, talking shit like hes got crap to proove,
ayo, one time on that bucktown beat . . . check i'm iller that ten freestyle by your favorite rapper I've never seen anyone like you bring so much laughter sit on the crapper and ask why you matter eat more gravy so that you can get fatter verbal intercourse I'm leavin you fucked cause i told the last cat who stepped "NUK TIL U BUK" hoe, the sickest flo unroll the optimo and get lyrical like doctor mysterio cheerio
Sup tyler durden, you're such a fuckin burden You're lyrical attempts make my eyes hurtin My rhymes so golden they make your pussy squirtin I see you on this thread dropping cuts like a surgeon I suggest you shut up, grow up and sit up Before you claim you have the sickest flo Dude, that shit's invisible
Yo Check It, I kick the wicked shit, Hittin' licks to get my chips, Doin' sticks, throwing throws, and smashing chicks to get my kicks, I spray shit, Splashing color on brick, Flashy fakes get viked, Having dime chicks twist my spliffs, I smoke drip, Don't pack a clip or a switch, I just use my fists, Fuck um.
rear vision mirror with round fish eye reflectors chilling in the van with cans and lung particle protectors past two - three, four peeps ilchin in the bucket seats modified, no retreat, never back down or concede defeat turn off the beats, approach slowly, listen...for the sounds... dark shadowy town, trains approachin shakin the whole of the groun bolt cutters for the fence, knuckle dusters giving dense kids heads dents no defense, attack ya like a wolf who lost his parents to poachers, encroach no futher with the roach, ive had enough to smoke i need to paint, i need my brain to coach, my hand to maintain and man restraint to get the panel down, throw a faint fill in, its the steel were killin, visually raping children and commuters every day when they commutin, leavin them pukin my pieces like a shell shootin, outta a 12 gauge, bursting flames with rage missing teef no id, docs estimating ya age, in the morge, before you had happier days finish up in a blaze of smoke, homeward bound for tokes, aussie drunken blokes, word for choke aint yoke, down here, under the moon with all the gear, abos with spears give cheers for the new rolling steel that suddenly appears at the stache parkside sippin on them beers, shit burns and sears....ccunttt
yo im a cearial killer, u spit about flow, but do u really have it? sounding like a dreary addict. silly rabbit, tricks are for kids, kicks are for ribs, an ur to much of a bitch to forgive, so im throwin lyrics an bricks at ur crib, i sliced up the captin of crunch, stuffed his body in the back of the trunk, daily routein like packin the lunch, give me ur lucky charms or ill be jackin up punks, need to buy me a sack of the skunk, to start wrapin up blunts, so u better pay up if u owe me a fiver, even phoneys an liers, cant denie my rhymes dope, just ask tony the tiger, he'll tell u ''there GrrrREAT!'' earn ur stripes niggga
im a cereal killer. murd'rin' cheerios. using a spoon. an' delivering blows. crunch it all up. an put it in my nose. milk is so white. and nobody knows. got that shit crunched. and put in my clothes. pocket near full. an' just grows and grows. belly's all full. and it nearly explodes. killin' lucky an' chocula got em becomin' john doe's. the captain in the freezer. his ass is gettin' froze. beatin' tony the tiger, an' those rice krispie's so and so's. im eatin' that cereal, fuck coffees and joes. this is the breakfast rap. and that's how it goes... chyeah. edit: haha, sketch i didnt read yours i just saw the first line and saw the frosted flakes box and went.