Hitchcock

Do the 10 bar thing 30 min time limit lets get it poppin

Hitchcock

ight gah ahead ice pick do ur thing u gon come wit it or not?

Ice Pick

I'll shatter-ya-femur..morph to Fred Kreuger..splatter-your-DREAMS$$
emphatical-swings-blur optical vision with 'impaired sight the slicewas clean///
like Lennox Lewis fightin' {haseem}Raqman..you weren't prepared right//
these rare types of round-house Writes{rights} designed by vet-e-rans//
be swellin' chins of 'west coast' breeds devoid of MELANIN//
you'll never win against da 'soul brother'..i'm James Brown/
takin' ya' "brand new bags" for "payback"..i blaze clowns//
with INsane NOUNS dat RUN-ON sentences with VERBal tac-tics/
i murder bastards who clash wits with 'mashed' scripts//
one of my last vic(tim)z who got his flesh branded in in forensics//
'dis fag'z fetish consists of gayz with bad credit$$
U.middle-aged men who work at McDonald's streakin'-a-hoopty/
still live at home with momz in bunk-beds sleepin'-wit-Snoopy$$
i'm preachin'-da-truth-'B'..you symbolize every ho-mo/
change ya' sig from rap's finest to {frank}Sinatra, Lawrence{welk}, and {perry}Como-------i just dismantled ya' whole flow

da lyrical messiah???...has just been crucified with no hopes of resurrection

Hitchcock

ight that was hot but ima have to burn that shit up dog

Hitchcock

eh yo please say please before ya/
try to step the kid like a seasoned scorer//
i smoke big trees, sequoia/
and politic myself so i dont need no laywer//
son no schemin for ya/
before u end up in the hospital wit shit breathin for ya//
im ill wit it, go in ya corner n chill wit it/
treat ya girl like Monica and Bill did it//
this aint no shark attack but im droppin JAWS/
im in the red coup gettin top from broads//
u dont call no shots so u not in charge/
n if my flow get too heavy then im droppin bars//
i spit flame, well actually i spit acid/
cremate ya frame no suit no casket//
get ya ass kicked, u get verbally whipped/
and erebody know thie kid verbally sick//
if ya man got the heat, than its best he pop it/
before i make ya bones CRUNCH like Nestle chocolate//
blood on ya white T, b bleedin tru/
treat u like scary movie u b "Screamin 2''//
and i can make my rhymes stick too/
i'd go one man down before i'd ever PICK //
any nigga that talk trash u my victim/
nah ICE u ain sick those just flu like symptoms//
u like a rapper on his worst decline/
work on ya flow, n stop trynna find big words to rhyme..stupid

Hitchcock

its supposed to b U after PICK tho cant type today

Hitchcock

ight aint nobody votin on this joint whats the point in twastin my rhymes

Ice Pick

Lets get a few votes in here and close this thing
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Ice Pick

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Hitchcock

lets get some votes in here so we can close this joint

Ice Pick

Uppn For Sum Votes))))))))))))))))))
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Ice Pick

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Hitchcock

ILL return the favor for anybody that votes on these wit an honest opinion

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Open Mic's

Lick Shots=Hitchcock feat Paul Cain and The Sick One
Opposite of Cold= The Cartel
Dear Others=Hitchcock
Kill That Static=Hitchcock