Rememba my name
you gonna see it again
tearin down yo whack flow
and cappin off dumb hoes/
you thought yo flow was marvelous
then I popped you on your head
now you out and shit/
too many names too flip
to fill my shit list
but I'm sure some lil bitch'll talk shit
and I'll rip out tha fake bit/
take me on you can't take my lip
hit so hard it'll make yo chin spilt/

dont ask me questions cuse my answer will be no comment,
i deliver every line harder then a coliding commet,
ecmees just wanna con-it,
i crack heads and rip out spines,
i deliver dopeness in all my lines,
people lookin at me like i'm creatin crimes,
i need this shit to be hot so i pour kerosene and light my self on fire,
i be in this shit untill i retire,
i'm only fo-teen get used to me cuse there's a long time fo my date to expire

flip sick,my oils low let me check da dip stip//
u trick bitch,50cal and my clips equiped//
wit, 16 shells, not gas stations,but 16 whales//
screwge mcduck paper, i got vaults like duck tales//
livin right fales,if go to jail son my bitch post bail//

incredible mandible claw of the rap law.//
scrap flaw, I'm perfect like god.//
no fuck-ups, or edits, I'm the best in this place.//
regret nothin' as my life moves thru tha days.//
I'm nuthin' but a slave to tha game, and cane.//
I just ran a blizzard up my nose, feelin' no pain.//
slowed speech, cold clamy "feet", "trippin'" on this weed.//
slippin' like I was hit on some crazy speed.//
the way we feed makes me sick with an un-curable disease.//
bitch please, imagine this sickness would bring me to my knees.//
I know no defeat 'cept this one I'm servin' you.//
I'm swervin' too, you learnin' too.//
burnin' fools, with this hot plate.//
stop, wait, hold up, don't what?//
fuck this, I'm fuckin' done......

greeks cant speak till i reach my feat
new feet de-feet raps elite
sorry about my freepost piece
i need 500 posts to make ma sig complete

at least don't waste the space on this thread.//
I just read your keystyle and all I have to say is WACK.//
you lack any talent, not spittin' you drulin' like you were mentally challenged.//
with down-syndrom or somethin' similar.//
givin'-yer best shot and still not even worth the nuts out my shit.//
guess what, thisis how I keystyle bitch.//

Madd Murderous Diabolical chick//Messin' wit' me's like on some psychological shit//Get in yo' mind twist it up brain matter madd tweekin//Out ya ears gray ooze all seepin' and leakin'/// Only Bars I need is the ones where niggaz drinkin'//Brainless how I come up wit' this no time for thinkin'//It's Mindbogglin' sport to the North and Tenth Power//Other Catz be thinkin' of theirs for half an hour///Undisposed like a obstacle// crack heads catz they end up in the hospital//Lyrical Sniper in the Cipher I must confess//Yeah I'm madd nice but you tell me who the best.

FUKK ME!UR RHYMES R A PLENTY/BUT MY TANKERS ON EMPTY/THIS ENT BACCI,THIS IS HEMP C/POLEEZE DONT TEMPT ME/I TINK YAHL R MENTLY, CHALLENGED/I KEEP MA LYRICAL FLOW BALANCED/PULL OUT THA CANNONS/WE LIVE IN MANSIONS/BIG FISH LIVE OF PLACTON/IN A WANK TOWN,OF MA VILLE/HAVE I MENTIONED THAT IM MENTALLY ILL/I NEED TO POP A HEART PILL/JUS TO CHILL/BUT STILL/E'S,GUNS N GANGSTAS KILL/I RUN UP A BILL/RUN UP THA BILL/NOW MA SCORES STILL NIL/FUKKIN PO-PO!/GOT ME GOIN LOCO LOCO/ON A COUNT OF LACK OF COCOA/SO............,WOT!/IF I GOT SHOT/IN THA LEG,FUKK WALKIN ID JUS HOP/NE1 SEEN MOPATOP/THA BIG FAT BEARS MUNCHIN COCO POPS/OK RITE NOW U GOT ME LOST/IM THA WIZARD OF OZ/THA GIFT OF THA GODS/THA KING OF THA BOSS/THA THEIF OF THA SHOPS/THA RULE OF THA BLOK,N ITS PROBLEM CHILDREN/FUKK U LIL KUNTS,WEN THA TWIN TOWERS WENT DOWN KUDNT U AV GON DOWN WIT 'EM/KUDNT U AV BIN IN THA BUILDIN/NOW IM STOOD 'ERE STONE LIKE A PILGRIM!!!/IM LOST I AM ME BUT I KILLED 'IM??!?!?/NOW IM DEAD,N THEYV JUS SEALED 'IM!


DONT FUKKIN ASK!!!

U WANTED WAKKY WORDPLAY, I TINK U GOT SUM!

now i've read those rhymes i feel i've a poisonous mind,
am i dead or alive on my knees as time passes by,
why you cry, did i die, oh shit i'm flyin high
can u see me up in the sky
got ya girl wit me she screamin Hi!!
most of u on here think its fucking dreamin time
so i've this rhyme so now you can't deny
what your eye sees before you is I
don't try n run n hide
i'm already inside waitin for the tide
to come in, n coincide
wit your untimely demise
don't try to be wise
n crack whack insults
that don't have a pulse
oh shit i think i jsut convulsed
what is this sludge
my lines bin eaten fudge
my eyes are like G.Bush
wit blur/blair no i don't care
oh shit n i was almost there
n ya mams just walked in
throwin my shit in the bin
hey bitch thats my money tin
i know theres nothin in
u stole it all to get ya hair tinted
and the title stated wacky verses
that means try not to fill it wit crappy curses
but y'all too busy holdin onto y'all purses
yez should be in hurstes
y'all sound like fred durst does


it ain't great but off the top of me head

verbally critical methodic i'm cynical but damn i am clinical
the ritual is to rhyme like barbitual drugs slow the heart rate
pupils may dialate swell up like my prostate
pockets with holes crack pipe glows bums on the corner
lookin like scarecrows
assholes and elbows verbal cecendos voice like a piano
still no one knows
reationary movement political pollutant incendiary amusement
prolific confusment

I’ am the best in-or-out the game, it’s cut-throat now that I’ am back//
neck’s get slit just to watch the blood drain~in the street’s gutter tracks//
format change in-to masses, brainz get liquefied and transform to oxygen for me to inhale gases//

I can see through you wit my verball voodoo//
im in ta ryhme and lyrically inclined//
To conservativly, annebreate the one from which i decline//
with my abbreviated shit i can cause aggro', allabro' an' a whole lot of Diablo'//
but when against me though you spit like you a pekenese chick, chick, chicken//
I'll finish you up wit a bit of finger lickin'//

yo my wordplay is wacky like supercalifragilisticexpyalidouciuos/
got you gurl do permanent touches/
ya'll is soft as hair brushes/
beat up mo den cunts/and when you went to the record label they gave the boot like a punt/
you could spit fire in you ate lave fo lunch/
the closes you came to sex is a dry hunch

ebonically repremend your comprehension// verbally depend on memorabilia from dictonic expulsion// onry like M constipated on tha toilet// hungry like i smoked 2 blunts fell asleep and i gotta shit//


LOL....LOL

my words are whacky as an iraqi
u cant get as whacky as me the reason bein i aint even an mc