yo check it out

cannibals back to slam a damnable axe in ya thorax and leave ya mandibles cracked
aint a person on here wit half da skill level, ya shits distorted like too much bass wit lil treble
if its misunderstood fuck it i know im the best, you only get reaction when ya go to ya show inna dress
my designs finer.... i snipe you from the rooftop while you apply some eyeliner, ya just a rhyme biter
yo you recite, shakespeare to hoes and ya even faker with flows, all jacked up like theres some cocaine cakin ya nose
im takin ya dough, oh shit he got four dollars, i rip around his neck wit the mic like a torn collar

Attack with methods/ that could leave on your back in seconds/ Heads get cracked and severed/ then put back together/ I'll punch you in the chin and turn your gotte to a mustache/ I aint even trying this is just some rushed rap/ Lay off muafuckas better get the fuck back/ Cause this is a keystyle and most couldnt touch that/ Now Im gettin bored bout to hit quick reply/ So bored I got shifty eyes/

bligity blah

Haters always goin hate on ya no matta what you do
but hidin away from shit dont make it go away fool
Im a Street Soldja, streetsmart, bes way to be
no cop in this world could ever dream of catchin me
Spittin my lyrcics on this site, I otta do Audio
text battles dont prove shit, sum people cant read yo
Armada Da 187 not hata, jus doin my thing, its just that
Dont hate the Game hate the playa, cuz he's makin it look bad
Respect is only given to those who give it first, not fakin
Power is ment for the real soldjas who got the balls to seek it
Glory is for the ol soldjas who did this all their life
Fame is the newest cats on the block, like me rap is my life!


holla

Alright homie

I know alotta bitch niggas poppin at da mouth/
Talkin about atlanta aint shit so nigga fuck da South/
Go ahead And get used to the cocky tendecies/
Cuz i know some Mafia niggas dat splitcha shit from teneesee/
Zone 3 legendary like Da Roc Claim Marcy/
I shit on dem soldiers cuz the plastic like barbie/
Go ahead G-unit diss and G-unit That/
I wont miss when i add an extra airhole to that G-unit hat/
50 was ass fucked in 21 questions to add to Thug Mentality/
It was just a suggestion it was his homo Reality/
Rumors on On Dis nigga say how he kissed The Game on da cheek/
I here neighbors say herd Dat nigga scream his name durin da week/
He a weak ass nigga Sayin he got love with Bloods & Crips/
Stop set trippin nigga or ya gettin hit with Slugs & tips/
And to prove G in G-unit stands for Gay/
Cuz Lloyd Banks did gay Porn and still was wipin nut off his lips from da next Day/
And I dont show sympathy if ya poked ya boy in da throat/
Niggas not suppose to suck dick thats why the always choke/
Dat faggot in denile he dont be on the southside/
He to busy tryna get his bitch to smile rather than ride/
Young Buck dont try to act hard cuz u stabbed a nigga 1 time/
Dis nigga got scared turned himself in cuz he didnt wanna do time/
If u gonna attempt to murder make sure da job gets done/
I see dis nigga pissed and stompin Cuz he found out dat thug shit aint fun/
On Hate it or love dis nigga verse was weak/
Talkin about he took da bullets out of 50 and put it in his heat/
Da nigga down wit 50 when shit happened/
Dis nigga was just a bum in Cashville hiddin like bin ladin/
Nigga you Just a late registration so stop Braggin/
You on 50 cent dicks like white hoes u just joined da bandwagon/
Olivia i thought u was fine till took a closer peak/
Dis bitch is man wit rock hard cheeks/
She got a sex change like Ciara did on her part/
Use to be fagget but wanted a change heart/
Didnt wanna be looked apon like Dick riddin nigga/
If Hov let Olivia into his candyshop, Dat bitch would Dick ride jigga/
So quit actin like you a fine ass bitch when u aint even dat good/
A nigga just need facewash and make-up, and i can make a diva from da hood/
And Game stop tryna sound Like your a Visionary or Something/
Dis nigga was male stripper dis nigga aint nuffin/
Specialy when it comes towards the Drama beef/
Dis nigga got paid to get assfucked and ended up wit shit on his hospital sheets/
And stop tryna say some random niggas tried to bang on puttin ya life at stake/
I hear they was ya own niggas just got pissed cuz they found out u was a fake/
And by the prime of they career they gonna have to rap about bangin in wisconstin/
Cuz dem niggas gonna get chased out They hoods Like cut off bitch wit no consquence/

Ok i need to fix dat shit up but its gonna be hot when i records dat shit.......

G-unit should have never try to shit on Major Bank on that fuck ass Mix tape they just a bunch of loose end ass niggas

I hear dem niggas was your boys and

ayo im killin this shit everyday i wake.........
so fukk tha haterz they alwayz gon hate....
but i spit these lines off tha top off tha head....
wanna hate on me,youd be better off dead.....
cause i dont give a fukk,ill skull fukk ya wit a gun....
i ate too much acid,now this shitz just gettin fun...
becuz i pop hitz so quik,tha shitz sikk...
my eyes dialate,yall can tell im fukked....
cause im walkin round here,wit my glock untucked....
too many little tabz,disruptin my nerves....
and too think ,is this wut my brain deserves....
but nope i keep doin it,i just dont care......
shit im seein thingz,that r not really there.....
so i took out my switch blade,and made an escape.....
but wut wuz i runnin from.?man im way to baked.....
mabe if i lay down,i can spit like a reptile....
i was right about one thing,my puke was projectile...
and that a frestyle bout how fukked up drugz r......
cause they mess wit yer mind,like when i drop barz....

Damn!!!..( id idnt know this was a diss cypher)

Folks hissin at me like a pit full of snakes..//
I got their head in my palms..SMASHING EM..like a fist full of grapes..//
Its tha risk FOOLS would take..tryin ta get a break..off of my namesake..//
My fames great..//
you know..sumthan like when I changes fates...an expose tha wink link before tha chain breaks..//
Im insain...WAIT!!!..cuz I am the rap version of the bible..//
Cuz I can bless a sinner an give you guidance for survival!!!!

Hah!!!
Free textin is a mutha...SERIOUS!!

Chickity check, Im soon to run rapverse/ send off cprog and strobe in a black herse/ My verse is so dope I break buds on it/ In the booth every cuts strong hits/ If you hate but think my shits tight/ Thats not hating thats dick ride/ My visions clouded but the futures in sight/ Your crews like a farm that only grows herbs/ I thought vanilla ice was bad before I read this hoes verse/ The rap game seems to be in a shit status/ With bitch fakers/ Who think there top shit/ With there vehicles and rocked wrist/ But the truth is they hired that shit for there film clip/

blooaaooah

~Superiour cypher~

~F-D~

Checkity check i pimp and rhyme intense too
Im the type to kill with a clock so times against you
I deliver fatal blows to your nose three times
Nock out your naval fast like speed lines
Im just another rapper that talks bout murder
But doesn't do it, still take psycosis a step further
Lately Ive been making people hate me
iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaaa..... evil lady
Sorry mo fuckas my bad that was a typo
Cant be stuffed correcting plus itd reck my nice flow
Im a general so If i cant be bothered to distroy you
I send the signal to my soldiers and deploy crew
So dont think its cause I am trying to avoid you
Fuck fi-del I the one that types the superior cypher
So much bars writ in this shit that im the wearier writter
Check im mudering text while you avoid battles like conservative vets
Think you got dope punches but there hurting us less


woot woot

things just ponder in my head,
nothing to special not to deep but something must be said,
i got things popin around like bread popin out the toaster like bread,
matta fact make it wonder bread, its bout 10 o'clock,
on this sunday not a church, just thinkin bout wuts really hot,
should i say something bout u takin this piss like that r kelly tape,
or just explain how i'm new to this site but really to commite lyrical crimes like rape,
duno but i'm sure wut ever it is, it was meant to be my fate

1st freestyle of the day I know these catz is anxious./
Some thinking I just another weak rapper, the doubts I thank ya./

Shells will spank ya, leave you slumped in ya 2 seater./
I father 2 sons, I talking bout my 2 heaters./

And I keep 2 divas, Both got 2 Visa's./
2 American Express Cards, All I buy is new sneakers./

Not the type to base my raps on what I'm holdin under the Black tee./
Just Know I come stapped in the back like High Top D.C./ (Air Force One's)

Yeah Ya life ain't easy, but how would you desrcibe mine./
Got the oven on blast to warm the house, moms bout to lose her mind./

Even though my pops was locked up, he home now./
We don't hug, no daps, shit I grown now./

But I'm here to prove them all wrong, Shells Strong./
GunnersVille is my hood, where the good die young./

Just what I was feelin at the time....Scream at me

CLICKITY CLANK CLICKITY CLANK THE MONEY GOES IN TO MY PIGGY BANK
CLICKITY CLANK CLICKITY CLANK THE MONEY GOES IN TO MY PIGGY BANK
I GET AT YOU MAN I CAP YOU AND YA FRIENDS
I GET AT YOU MUTHAFUCKA COME AGAIN

ok let me stop bullshittin' with this rap shit
i lay ya muthafuckin guts on ya lap bitch
young rambo in the streetz- on the mic they call me MANSON
the sand man -i'll take ya fuckin fingers off ya hand man
Yup! Yup! Im jus that type of fellow yet mellow
on the block u can catch me ballin like carmelo
and i stay wit a bad ass bitch in stillettos
5'5 brown eyes long hair -i neva settle
i'll take ya bitch 2,gotta problem? we can settle
what u kno about this gangsta shit
i'll put some holes in ya ass or else i'll shank ya shit
be careful if ever u fuckin wit a hood ass jankie bitch
wake up the next day the bitch jus jacked ya shit...

alright girl good job now bring it to me!

Ayo da mics shredded inta unrecognisable bits
da mics part of my life so im relying on this
I grasp it, clutch it n hold it tightly
When I bust it shit dont go too lightly
Theres no beat...im just on da accapaella
I dont need to hold heat...I just smack a fella
Full faced till his nose bleed n eyes break
If ya cant be down for me..then u aint my mate
Enter me in a battle n im desting to earn respect
Wit hot punchlines that'll blaze ya hair n burn ya neck...

Goin against me,you ~takin a risk~
and if u try ta stunt durin da fight against me,you'll be ~takin some clips~
and so u wont lie ta others,we'll be ~takin ya lips~
and takin ya life if u think for 1 second dat we're ~fakin our spits~
makin a fist at u mothafuckas who ~act hard~
believe me,we'll ~clap yall~right in ya front or ~backyard~like ~dat dawg~
Look komie,we aint ~playin da games~
we just get da glocks out without talkin or ~sayin da names~
and bring ya girl,you'll just ~lay wit ya dames~
so I advice yall ta think twice if u wanna ~stay in ya frames~
Be cool or they'll be ~somthin crackin~
and we da type of Gs dat'll pop ya then walk away like ~nothin happened~

Im sick of these bitches that think there hell tight
There like " Im so gankstuh I dun haf ta spell right"
Man the shits more played out than the simpsons
Today kadozar made a thread saying he raps for income
Yea, right couldn't sell the shit fa free
The punks just a fake bitch ta me
I been rapping for almost a couple of years
I spit lines that trouble the queers & double ya fears
But sometimes spit like that just to rhyme
So many thoughts when I rap Ive got a clustered mind

ppppppppppffffffffttt wack

my flow is tight unlike tha kid above me, he loose
a fat kid sittin by his computer bendin ova to tie his shoe
i'll murk u, dont like what i said? set up a battle kid
or u'll jus be owned by a newb named stylez, BITCH

but dont take it personal, no hard feelinz from this nigga
im jus spittin of tha dome in dis cypher my nigga
write up sum new shit, maybe u'll be as good as me
but until then, stop speakin, u a walkin blasphimy

when im illdisposed of flows my mind empted every last bite of every script that i rit ta the deom aka the devilish shit to optical light the earth on fire my ryhmes never weaken nigas they grow hire on going showing my hottness as no limit im unlimited with this gift im a crimanl in dispenes of pragmatic shit to rid the worlds minds dame that shit was as hard a my dick when your girl started to ride

like kiddo learn a flow, besolo
not to mention your pro-bome-no

Do I even need to say it.

6 line minimum hoe
~F-D~

damn its been a minute since i been here on the site
but despite of all the time i wasted i still control the mic
been busy workin tryin to get my hustle on when i could be
stayin on this site demolishing some of these wack rookies
i seen a lot of changes with rv and it makes me wanna laugh
everyone tryin to start a crew cause they got kicked out of they last
this a 8 line freestyle to all you faggots who wanna be me
and to all you cats who know me, my niggas thats up in TC.....

Damn..damn..damn...the fucks up fam.....when you gone be active again? get at me!~F-D~

I got writ a verse then got blazed/ Drank a fith of burbon and threw up on the page/ Watch me hit the stage/ magically like a mage/ complex like a maze/ I might amaze/ One hit put the guys in daze/ like the haze/ Dont even try to phase/ Your prolly just a retarded square/ With thick frames and parted hair/A series of illegal activities have been commited/A stooge ran up to front me and got his wig splitted/

werd

im above ya'lls level but some reason ya'll think you can rate me
i would ask why, but i could give a fuck if ya'll haters hate me
merkin cats line for line continueously time after time
ray charels cats votin against me... must be blinder than blind
leagues under seage... name one bitch with power that aint corrupt
i complain to ya'll cuz i told god my problems and he didn't give a fuck
no one can stear the league the right way like its in need of a rudder
no fight on this site for a position... ya'll hard then wheres da struggle
i need honest votes all i get is coward pussies postin shit in need of merkin
where do ya look for what u want... yellow pages dont seem to be workin

it's closed case, how i batter fags, go call an ambulance, before mah cannon blast off ya whole face
but don't take this in the wrong way, and bitch up, cos pussies get fucked, you'll get punched til ya nose breaks
i mean blood'll leak, stain ya clothes and dye ya kicks, fill the holes ya dyin quick, and i aint even bust the heat
i'll leave this chump in sheets, with frozen extremities, and a stolen identity, for simply tryna fuck with me

All these motha fuckas point at me givin me a label
Runnin around to other people tellin these little fables
To ya'll i'm not a friend, call me a wigger, guess again
To ya life i'll put an end, labels? try a cobra instead
Don't give a fuck what offends, could care less of what you think
I'll say fuck 10 times in a sentence and your words will never sink
Into my head, the intent on my lyrics
I speak what needs to be said, just so you can hear it
You can fear it, i aint disappearin from the set
I'll let ya start shit and give ya somethin to regret
Go on and judge me and hush it whisperin behind my back
Go on and shove me stop the bitchin and all that
Stop the flinchin i'm bout to hurt somebodys feelings
Fuck the haters from Litchfield, North, and Jennings
NBS, Whyte Bread, them motha fuckas out Cuyahoga Falls
The haters in Akron, Cleveland, and Copley of all
That bitch Ali get off my dick and quit talkin shit
ALL ya'll haters can come see me and we'll hit
Leave ya with questions that i'm not answerin
Spittin cancerous to anyone tryin to hammer this
Just answer this, do you think i'll stand for this?
Ya can't see me n handle this not even with candles lit
Cuz i'm manhandlin all ya kids get off my dick
I'm not talkin shit you actin fake thinkin i bought the shit
I'm gonna let you in on something to ya'll who doube me
Before you go and judge me, ask about me

ahhh SO SICK, yall catch the illness through written text
whos spittin next?, its gots ta be the wicked blessed
these fuckas is zombies, hardly rippin hotly
they shakin out they boots when i got em gittin knock kneed
they all get they host ghosted like jacob marley
ya girl says " cannibal, you animal, just please cum up on me"

Yo, save this shit to ya desktop,
cuz baby I'm shit hot,
like my adidas kicks,
i'm a superstar, u not!
Run dmc style, custom made kicks
with 3 stripes down the side
'can u rock it like this?!'

'old skool 4eva'

ive stopped multies for a while n gone back to basics
coz ya don't need multies to be ill so lets face-it
da only time i'll incorperare them is in ma open mics
coz their astonishing n can really affect the way i write
I've studied tracks for wisdom, analysing the complexity
the microphones my heritage, its like its been left to me
i studied da rap olympics n how shady played off their clothes
he didn't give a fuck if was illegal as he was scoring the low blows

I ain't been gone for long, writer's blocks a bitch...
I lost my voice, my inspiration, takin a back seat to "crazy titch"...
Come back to see herbs playin the mic like its some kinda game...
Would be half asses who couldn't rhyme for a dime playin the frame...
Constatly comparin themselves to legends little punks they like laxitives...
They irritate the shit outa me, thinkin they Ill while they all crack addicts...
Snort so much they made themselves fucked up an retarded...
Get at these fake bitches, they can help but suck. thats fact, not just a rumor that someone started...

Im spit sick, Wit no Planz-Of-Discrimination//
Im just soo Gassed from the Grands-That-Im-LAcin'//
Im settin my self free like an Emancipation//

emacipation? proclamation? wheres the payback for the slave ships?
i needed a place ta start and now i can move on with amazement
lets face it, the rap game is, dominated by morons and thiefs
backstabbers quick ta pull they swords from they sheaths
but i ignore that whole shit and breeze right past it
you fake cats is like crack, whe i burn you it smell like plastic
oh bastid! riddle me dis do, why the fuck yall think ya slicker then crisco
i got benefits........... kinda like im soooooooo sick yoooooooo
never heard that shit? ya online, download it!
just know i will call ya sorry ass the fuck out if ya quote it
like bigs said yo im hittin hard leavin creases
then i have ya ears bleeding like grand mal seizures

Im trying to get better n just elevate my skill
I've come from the bottom to head over the hills
With the nature of a beast, you don't catch me wit mannerisms
you'll catch me with a cd, just rocking my hand to the rhythm
My verses reflect my day to day movements n how I cope
I've put alot of hard work in, i didn't just expect to be dope
i've made a couple of decent songs in text and audio
But i never got any praise, but then thats how da story go
People tread on you coz their jealous with their weak shit
I made a song called growing up n i think you should peep it

im one of tha best to write text, nigga PERIOD
yall niggaz sleep on my flow when yall not even "hearin" it
im crazy and insane when i kick, jus like bruce in his flicks
i got hoes takin detour routes jus tryin to suck my dick
so fuck tha bullshit, i lay down bars worst than signs of sars
i hit u today, cut u up, and then spit in ya womb to rape ya scars

lmao

Ok my boy jus started bootin the heroin
Ill try to stop him n never let him go there-again
If he dont stop, then his dealer will
Prolly chop his cock off n leave him as a girl
If not ill have to physically stop my own friend
even if our friendship never mends, this shit gotta end

yeah ur friend jabbin the needle
my boy doin shit thats jus as lethal
takin that coke internasal and venal
never givin a fuck,head all messed up
started 2 look bad too, the same guy
who wouldnt wear the same pair of shoes
twice, always dressed nice, always cared
now he locked down with a vice n hes unaware.

this kid wanted to be a legend,but she cant even host a link....
this girlz from a GHETTO? naw tha burbs.. she just needs a shrink....
naw im done hatin,cause this girls proly menstrating.....
at least in her first poem i left an alrite rating....

yo this boys jus mad cuz i wouldnt join 'LL'
he posted me the roster n i told him 'go to hell'
then hes actin big, typin words he cant even spell!
what u no bout menstruation? when ur mamas on PMS
on her cycle actin pshyco, beatin u half to death?!?
is that y ur called casper, cuz she hit u till u were ghost?
n u duno where im comin from jus cuz i aint yellin 'westcoast'

dont come at me u fake bitch,then pm me for a sig....
shit like that have livin legendz splittin yo wig....
u wanted in we said u even to wack to elevate....
so i said get tha fukk out hoe,i didnt hesitate....
talk bout my moms least she didint run out on me....
i know u write poetry cause yo dad used to watch u pee....
once again with played lines about casper tha fukkin ghost....
come again little girl cause that one didnt even land close.....
battle me if u so dope,if u win u can be a member.....
thatll never happenen,its like a hot day in december.... :evilgrin:

set it up ...nuff said