anonymous i beg that u stay hidden
writin' a four page letter aaliyah?.....forbidden
i mean damn this is just a mess around cypher
no one asked for 12 lines of ur lyric decipher
watch how i put together this very last line..........
ummm........can u at least make sure that ur flows rhyme.........

you about as I.L.L. as chicken soup and ya lyrics kinda droop//
you reat ya self so much i thought you put a s-s-s-s-stutterer on "Loop"

ROUX YOU STEPPED INTO A WORLD OF DESTRUCTION, CAUSE MY LINES ARE LONG LIKE MY COCK WORDS LIKE ERECTIONS AND I'M GONNA LET YOU JACK TO GET ME BUSTING, CHECK THE FONT BRO NO CUSSING, JUST MENTAL ILLUSTRATIONS OF WHY CATS SUCH AS YOURSELF SHOULD REALLY START PUFFING, ON BLUNTS OR SOMETHING, NO FRONTING I CAN TELL BY YOUR TYPING DEMEANOR THAT YOU'RE BUILT LIKE A MUFFIN, MORE LIKE BLUEBERRY AND FAR FROM ENGLISH, BECAUSE I DID'NT UNDERSTAND ONE WORD YOU JUST TYPED SO ARE YOU FROM VENICE, STUNTING AND WANTING TO BE AN AMERICAN MENACE, HOMEBOY AIN'T NO CAIN IN YOU, I BET EVERYBODY ON THIS SITE CAN RAIN ON YOU, I MEAN YOU SMELL LIKE CRAP AND YOUR WORDS PROVED MY POINT THAT THERE'S A STAIN ON YOU, AND FOR YOU TO STEP TO ME LITTLE ROUX WITH SAGGY DRAWS A SHAME ON YOU, AND SINCE YOU DON'T DRINK OR SMOKE IF I WAS YOU WITH SPIT LIKE THAT I'LL PROBABLY BLAME THE BREWS. COME ON KID YOU'RE IN THE WRONG ARENA PLAYING GAMES WITH AN MC THAT'S A MVP, WHEN YOUR STYLE IS MORE LIKE JV YOU'RE NOT READY FOR THE BIG LEAGUE, YOU'RE A SEED TRYING TO GROW AMONGST THESE BIG TREES, A GUST WIND TRYING TO KEEP UP WITH THE ROUGH BREEZE, AN OUNCE OF WEED TRYING TO SELL TO A TRUNK FULL OF WHITE KEYS, MONEY PLEASE YOUR STYLE MAKE CATS SHIVER WHILE I COME THROUGH AND FREEZE, YOU WANNA GRIP A MICROPHONE AND I'M TRYING TO MAKE IT BLEED, YOU SEE YOU'LL NEVER SUCCEED IN THIS RAP THING YOU'LL NEVER COLLECT FEES NO ROYALTIES. I RAP LONG BECAUSE MY POINT OF EXPRESSION IS BROAD, NOW HOMEBOY CHILL OUT SO I CAN GET BACK TO MY JOINT AND CARESSING YOUR BROAD, AND YOU CAN GET BACK ON YOUR KNEES FOR STEPPING TO ME ASKING FOR FORGIVENESS AND MAKING YOUR FINAL CONFESSIONS TO THE LORD. CHUMP!

does this guy realize that this is just a cypher?//
i think his real name is "marathon typer"

Kid can't rhyme, typer, cypher? yo, get ya dick outta Dr.Seuss//
A tendency to be aroused by animals, gettin hard? Coz, Look theres a Moose//

haha just playin man

meadskillz, your whack flow gets you the nickname "Menace"/
the only two people DRILL IN YA GRILL are ME and the DENTIST/

this motherfucker never gets bigger
he's flows are so whack, and he knows my shit is thicker

Im laughin while reading a rhyme from the hound/
must've picked up his verse out tha dirt on tha ground/
this shit that he spits aint music, just sound/
they need to lock your ass back up in tha pound/

I bring pleasure and incite fear/
so its quite clear/
the distance between me and this mic queer/
couldn't be measured in light years/(for example)
my bars are impressive and always lethal/
you battlin me is like Bruce Banner arm wrestlin his alter ego/

incredable schmuck, Shogun Assfuck//
you fresh outta rhymes i guess you shit outta luck
i licke dya like you toos my salad//
silly coward ya words is invalid
you might wanna go take a cold ass shower//
my lyrics hot like Solar Power

roux
 

this gay..oops... GUY above me just can't rap
so many spelling errors, when i read it I collapsed
he thinks he's a gangster but he's never "busted caps" (lol)
but perhaps...with a quick mind relapse
he'll get braces and get rid of all those GAPS//
in between his teeth//
his job at Burger King doesn't cover dental
so he's stuck with a lispe when he says "transcontinental"
he's gone mental...and loony in the brain
somebody tripped the wires in his superficial middle cerebral vein
cuz his style's lame and i'm insane
ROUX likes to chomp on testicular veins

it's pitiful skittles thinks she can flow, plus thinks she's the hardest/
"but perhaps...with a quick mind relapse" shut the fuck up, you're garbage/
rip ya face and the back off your head off and "blow out your brain"/
you got skills, please, the only think colorful about your flow is your name/

ya talk about skittles cause ya fruity ya ryme sounds like riddles
but ya lifes in danger ya might need a rescue ranger ta save ya
ya must have amnesia ya whole crew jus leaves ya
they finally realized if they hang wit you they would be despized
in all the real thugs eyes there is notin left ta say ya jus fuckin gay

ice berg i burn wack cats like you/ ive seen better shit on the bottoms of my shoes/talkin like u hard but aint paid your dues/ill have your head spinnin like the 1's and 2's/this ones for you/but i have no enheuser/so remember lil boy dis a mans cypher/actin all hyper like you got the skills/shit ive seen all u have u aint even got milk/so go sew a quilt w/all your bitch shit/u could empty a whole clip and still couldnt hit this/i hit so hard youll think my fists had fists/and now your names on the top of my rest in piss list

my bad ya'll i fucked up again put that last shit in the wrong spot so again my bad hopefully i get it right aint mean to fuck yall shit up peace