First off it gets worse its gets no better then this...
Stomp a bitch, and beat her boi completly senceless...
Hense this hardcore rap, your just a joke like borat...
I'm not bein' mean, you really deserve to know that...
Go Go Gadget, thats what I had to spit into the mic...
Then I get back to hittin' your bitch all fuckin' night....

organizations of intoleration hatin my occupation
measure me mostly mention my mind and how i been wastin
time writin verses for no real reason but to do it and congrats
you're probably right, but i don't got time to think of that
i stay busy composing these poems, they healin my soul
i think, but to be honest only one way to know
not ready to go, so i'm gonna just keep doing me
and be your favorite poet you'll never meet...

whats crack'in?......
a couple of bones... a few teeth.... and a nigga heart
for claiming he was a thug... when he was a bitch from the start
should i hit with a few left then a right
or keep it hood.... pull out the knife... stab'em... then bash'em with the pipe
im hype... like who the fuck what WHAT!
im trying to settle my beef in the street till im walking all ova hes gut
im done claiming im gang bagg'in...... im doing things with people i grew up
with.. and strap a c4 to ya cheast and watch as he's style blew up
quick.. prick my verbal punches is like metal rhymes trowing
i'll put a bullet in ya brain.. bet that'll be MIND BLOWIN
the crime slow'in... so im gonna bring back violence
start the wilding if hes smile'in...an have hes body burried on a island
and yea i love the tropical... but i'll give this fruit punches
that'll have him laying on hes back like he couldnt do crunches
he's style im shoting throu hunt'ing..... he aint crazy hes a while deer
from battles... to cyphers... to open mic he like us... i can tell he's a wild queer
i'll never deal-with-chips.. cuz he stay funny with my money...clown
chip stay with a frown.. cuz ransum like dildo... he'll never go down .......fuckah...

dont spit ya dummy bars to Sonny Barz, when I'm comin' hard
my rhymes' sharp, you'll get cut like grass in ya fuckin' yard
Dudes act tough in bars, get laid on they fuckin' yard
just cuz they got 'gassed up' like a fuckin car
Look, you wanna battle me in text for the cash
you beat around the bush... like kickin' the president's ass
I move too quick, you never been fast
u claim u got gwop, but wut u put in ya pockets never been cash
U don't put stacks in ya pockets, u dont stack cash nigga
you put SNACKS in ya pockets, u a fat ass nigga
u prolly snitchin on dudes, u a rat ass nigga
wen i'm grippin da tools, you'll be a flat ass nigga
Dudes front like they some bad ass niggas
til they get they bad ass popped wit dem bad ass triggas
i'll clap fast nigga, watch the pussy get spilt
i'll aim da clip n make em dip like cookies and milk

just rhymin'.

ya need to stop rhyme'ing and go back to being a paperboy
cuz you'll have no play with punches... if you make it a toy
i'll shake ya noyd... this faget happy to battle think'in he's surrounded by gym-men
but i'll have ya soul hop outta ya cheast like the grimmlyns
how you the punchline champion... when the belt around ya neck
strangle ya to death...and perform C.P.R with a tazser every 1 thousend of a sec
you spit kiddy rhymes and look worst then p.diddy exsersize
go-ahead and flex-ur-size, cuz u'r punches are more fake then new york titty size
the truth... yea he really ly's... cuz only flow he overcome is a tides
no need for a strike when we no match..he just a bitch that wanna cum for a ryde
so if ya wanna test the kid.. punches i'll curl you like dumb-bells
ya done... well.... i'll have to strip ya moms and girl for a cd cover only way u gone-sell
and by my punches and style you can tell our
style far apart... but if we get locked together...,
i'll smash ya throu... only way u'll cell-bar... BITCH

cell/sell
i should'nt have to explain it.....
you just not fucking with me.... EZ..

lol you again hunh...

ima take ownership and say stop postin here............................
not votes on our battle yet but you know its clear....................
i blazed you like a fresh swisha wit da calico-flavor....................
and it wll be on ya record forever 4 ya ass to savor...................
you keep die-n in these cyphers im startin to feel bad.....
do you NY style exchange a herse for a new york CAB.....
you fag you lag in this race of better minds
everytime i respond to u its like you steppin on a mine
your organs are gone ya vocals are simple forgotten
like a 100 year old pussy in desert heat homeboy...
ya ass is ROTTEN...........

we dont have a vote yet CUZ you suck.. voters already know you lost before seenig the verse
you should of duck... cuz when the vote do come in its only gonna hurt worst
you aint shit pratics lying in a herse.. ya style curse.. so'll i'll let him go first
just to dispurse a verse that shows if He's sick then im the doctor slash nurse
lets get to the punches... ya swings never land like sattle lite
i never fight... i rather have him bite the led like termites
back slap'em with a left to see if things turn-right
RIZO DA GOD SO DUMB.. HE argu's with smokers saying,
you need to face the left IN-ORDER TO BURN RIGHT.... MOTHER FUCKAH... EZ

^^ THINK ABOUT IT.....
YA NOT FUCKING WITH ME POINT BLANK... EVER...

thats was hellah funny kidd but dont get it twisted

ransum you aint shit ,ya verses suck kidd your not the sickest
this da real thing you only qualify for the special olympics
you couldnt even be an extra in a freestyle battle
my flow quicksand youngin your is cheap gravel...
ive been servin you like agassi did in his prime..........
but ya verse is just racket wastin every1's time
wit ya lil cute bars im tired of babysittin
check ya girls chin cuz thats were my babies is sittin
im pretty sure ya favorite color is rainbow you dont belong
you was da back up dancER for scisco on the thong song
im GOD bitch i control ya destiny wit a snap of da finger...
you better off pullin a T-pain...
realizin you cant do it..jus another rapper ternt singer...

lol..... this mother fucker dont give up do he???

its like should i beat'em up stab'em or shot'em
this mother fucker wont die... he should join the army and let me recrut'em
screw'em he'll learn to give up like bernard after winky's right
smash he's grill.. atless that can be hes exscuse why it hurt to think an write
i cant go any more easyer on you.. you cool me off when im trying to warm up
i actully gave him a WINDOW of oppatunity.. an he complains the door-shut
he's useing R&B singers in hes bars you can tell this bitch sweet
you couldnt be above me if you was standing 10 feet
you could run around me with ya arms out and u still couldnt daze me
rizo da god in a crew NEVER... cuz in this garden of eve im the rose u'll never get pick like a daisy... mother fuckah...

and i aint even trying no more...
it aint no fun beating up a herb... lol..

you talkin real greasy youngin.....

obvously you affected by me thats why you always write cliff notes
ill remix you jamiacan style...its MURDERRRRRRrrrrrrrrr all she wrote..
you a joke ya flows flow is used for amusement only
you an M,Jackson impersonater for ransum Homie
how many times must i conquer you,your pride is an issue
every time i CUM at you ima give you what i give ya girl-----a tissue
you dont get the principle you not smart enough for my school....
your not big enough for my ocean stick to da kiddie pool....
ya slick metas and alomost punches are just catchin air......
so my one hitter quiter is not used cuz it just aint fair....
im a guarantee like nammath when he front lined da colts....
ya battle skills is so soft i come to my computer ina rob and loafs...

you a clown ransum, your easily tested kidd...you gettin better though
i think i mite actually try next time-------------- :nono: but what for

i'm a problem and null-set, ain't no solution
exaggerated a bit, said i'm good and i'm over provin
that i'm average actually close to the best
cuz aparently he got heart and it's buried in my chest
my flow stay mean, permanent PMS, i'm serious
dudes close know i'm it, point-blank. period.

all for fun.....

u coming at me like u wanna flex muscle/
i'll pull out the tech... to get u in check... watch u wreck and tumble/
stretch your arms and legs apart like executions by four horsemen/
trying to torch this ? your rhymes burn out of heat like an olympic torch lite/
skill only at 40 percent...no need to go higher than that/
till the real competition comes i wont retire my ass/
the only time u sick with words...is passing influenza germs....anytime u speak your mind/
i'll run threw all your punches...so .like ww 2 war heros i'll "breach your lines"/
if i get a grip of your neck you'll turn blue like ocean waters deep/
squeeze a pressure point in the same area to put u to sleep/
i creep slowly against my adversaries its nessasarry/
to leave u in shame and defeat like samurai warriors getting beheaded on there knees/

~1~

fuck with ransum and get put inside the ground
fix ya face clown... cuz im still fucking around like when you herd u'r bed sqeeky sound
you wouldnt get to the bottom point if you dug 6 feet down
im ryding on this bitch while watching a flick of me and hes bitch
she love my dick.. bet ya didnt think she can fuck and flip
i see ya frown when ya saw me suck'ing her tits
you a bitch and its sad to see you likeing the way she suck'ing my dick
pull out the ice and cherry... got her shav'in cuz she said u like it nice and hairy
shit look alight but scary.. eat my pussy?? WHAT not even if you had the righ to dear me
the plot is for her and my cock to marry...
while your in on the clock im hitting it.... in and out the park like barry (bonds)
never did 69 but she wishing... thought there was something she missing
till ya boy ransum had her pleased before we hit the 69th position
fucking her in different ways with the dice of vision
today im cathlic... tonight were bandits whipp'in her ass like christ decision
im nice just listen.. the only flight you had was a jacket
its like a dead end when it comes to beef cuz i have to back it
the shit talking i dont feel lets just get it crack'in
what the fucks sup?........


lol just bored....

just raw, read odd lines slower...

ransum again, make-up check, fix ur face clown
and he homo, his make-up swim; don't talk with your mouth full, keep ur face down
but onto a better topic, man i'm fly
i could sleep on my stomach, have a wet dream and nut in a bird's eye
Mary-Jane i used to love her, now i love h.e.r.
and write h.e.r. everyday like a whipped young brotha
now she my only vice, i even quit the niccotine
fully focused, Freddy couldn't kill a nigga's dreams
and even tho i get silly sometimes like the first 4 lines
in the Lord i find that comfort when i'm sleepin with lions
so it's kool to be kool, but it's hot when you're not
so to you i'm on fire, now let me see what you got...

*waits for response*

sadly this young fuck came at me when i was just spiting out rhymes
he must of felt some type of way.. cuz hes gay..an hes mom the one who wanted 69
pic up a gun an shot it.. brake a car window do some type of crime
cuz all we read from you is boring talk... like readin endings when its game time
LOOK,
no more of the sweet bitter shit, clapp'in this fool what i consider conciderit
Is this bitch illiterit...
if i gave you a manuel on how to beat ransom... you couldnt configue-it
inconspicuos puerto rican that spit that riddle little bit
that'll help cripple and tripple anybody with a little brick
if you aint a gangsta or husttler you wont get it
you got beef then set it.. cuz with a knife i'll swip your life away like i had it on credit
fuck a chip you need stacks.. fuck your bitch.. i did.. and i dont need that
you spit some shit but i dont read that... cuz you blow.. like your knees snap..

stop sucking dick fagget...

callin me illiterate? what the hell
check your vocab, after that learn to fuckin spell
i'm on a different level so u dumb niggaz'll never see me
and he camp out on my dick like i'm a tee-pee
when i claim to be a gangsta? i don't need a gun dude
i feel bad for wastin lines, why would i waste a bullet on you
can't see me, i'm nice, but i'm mean, so you might
lose your life and float away, he flee the scene twice
this fetus shoulda been aborted i supported
his moms with my dick and he's the thanks i get
no gag reflex so he can't hack it
you are what you can't spell faggot...

be easy on da boi chip before you blow ya gasket....
you mad at everyone else basically cause you cnt hack-it
no disrepect i seen ya evolved flow but it strikes no fear...
you the first,the last, and the only wit an RV career...
i wld shed a tear for you but naw im good on helpin da weak...
you callin ransum a faggot but you the dyke of the week...
this is hannibal rising i got a vandettah to eat fuccah's like you...
get that angel off ya sig boi god dont even like ......you
this is keystyle so dont get all bent andd sensative
jus call me the reality check head bussah representative..

lalalalala im bored


advance with actions to anticipate adversary activities/
bad personnal continue to speak to personnel in public.. blasphamy/
savaging equipment to erect machinery made of material like metal/
so serious in the session succeeding safely as i settle/
mess with your mental made genetic gagets stuck as strands in your brain/
insane with flames in games never to be burned out by the rain/
murking maruders as mercenaries try to touch down on my territory/
the message i move fierce with fury will work great to bring grand glory/
coordinating plots for a purpose promoting wisdom or opportunitys/
i was bored when i wrote this....nonsense shit fastasy masterpiece/

lol hahahahahHAHAHAHa........

gotta go eat chicken.......~1~

:shoot: :huh: :thumbup:

fearless, frontal factor, featured faction
alternatin actually, articulate assassin
merely mirrorin' miracles, my my my,
love lost, so i lose no matter how i try
or which direction the erection go i win/lose this shit
but i've been blessed with flow so, who want it
you can take that as game or a rhyme, or poetry gone trife
but this a game in the form of a rhyme, this a poem i call life
and i wrote it, does that make me my own person
don't matter long as it ain't your version
this perversion of my mind on a screen is so you meet me
or so i can be me, whatever me means...

bored...........

i spit a little bit at this little prick
cuz punches lack impact... like splashes from toilets when crap a little bit
im rackless with the rhymes come test me with ya lines
and have gun spray'in more then squeezing on a lime
and i'll have ya mother father confess'in u lived off a crime
cuz u'll be bleeding pirod..this transexual... i'll flip out hollerin bitch its not the time
then switch off-line like you aint pay ya con-ed bill...
an dont snitch...
or post again... say it was an erra with a computer glitch....



i dont know just bored here....

passion particularly pre-success potential
mashin memories of mistakes into the corner of my mentals
instrumental, is what they call beats, and me to a track i'm on
cuz i put in work from morning tonight and when the night hold back for dawn
i'm still on my grind, betterments still on my mind
whichever way the weather went it's still gon' be fine
cuz raindrops heal the parched and sun dry the flooded
and partly cloudy give me shade, still winnin, i love it
how the worse shit gets really it's never been better, yup
and it couldn't get worse, so things are lookin up...

just a quick off the top


when i go off its like a lighting striking out of thick clouds/
u talk to soft for me scared like u got a bitch mouth/
im taking control of situations replace this fake chump on top/
trying to go against me u get ripped real quick so stop/
engineer with flows i construct and create like architects/
then battle those who wanna flex im fast to start to disect/
injest lyrical spits and infest into your head like brain tumors/
just to bring pain to u in the game sinking u down in the frame like crusiers/

Get out my way, motherfucker if there's beefin' involved,
I'll leap in the brawl, you motherfuckers' eat with a straw
The meanest, swingin’ to knock the teeth from your jaw
A demon in his most evilest form, sleep in a morgue
A beast that’s unleashed when I’m squeezin’ the four
“All you motherfuckers get down and start squeezin’ the floor!
Before the gauge lets your damn brains seap from your skull”
Hit you with the strength of Jesus as you cling to your cross
I’m eatin’ you raw, no time to cook you lames
Swallow you whole, and throw you up like the hood you claim
I’m out of control, No way you could stop the meanest
Testin’ me’s like getting in the ring to box with Jesus
Flat out, I'll lay you flat out, blow your back out
Explosive dopeness, throwin' dynamite in a crackhouse

just a little irrupted flows... throu up some doe
an bullets i'll have ya face curl up like toes
if you fuck with the flows..... then hommie hold me down
cuz im about to drop... like walk'in into a hole in the ground
patron going around... my niggas drink up
plus some hoes going down... time for them to suc.seed-what!
known to leave'em on the knees and guts
bird's known to be fly.... so im trying find a easy Breezy sluts
believe they need me to achive three before sleep
i mean 3 orgasime..... goig hard ruff in the woods like a wrangular jeep
beef then i strangle ya down to ya feet
an make you kiss the floor..... like life biders thats been reless
im nice niggas dont need to really believe
cuz reguardless im still hang'in..... like midgets with short arm sleeves....
MOTHER FUCKAH.....

RANSUM IS BACK!!!

WHATS REALLY GOOD MY NIG'S!!!!

i rap for me, a lotta niggaz like to hear they on voice
i'm sicker than a catholic priest allergic to little boys
and still kickin some knowledge or get some shit up off my chest
or killin two birds with one stone and simply tell you i'm the best
or let you know thru a mindless spit
just to let you know that chip's up on that rhymin shit
i'm a killer, not cuz i'm gangsta, but cuz i murder off the top of the head
so drop it homes the topic is dead...

You motherfuckers better not make me mad
A maniac, labeled as a crazy cat
Don't try to contain me, or chain me back
Hang your ass by a chain 'til I break your neck
I'm ready to eat, and the table's set
You ready for beef? Then place your bets,
I'll erase you, hate spews, from my veins when I'm raisin' heck
Play your wack, raps around me, watch your tape eject
Rage and hate wrap around me when I'm angry and
I'm a raging ape, let the blade rape your neck
I'm crazy, insane when I play with death
I'm Satan, get strangled, I'll take your breath
CHOKE! And as you're gaspin' for life
Get stabbed with a knife in the abdomen and smacked with the mic
Get cracked in the back of your spine, shatter your bones
Fracture your skull, let's see if you faggots survive

past go collect my money and then jet
actually the boot, but we ain't got that far yet
they wanna stack they paper by the 5 hundreds
and build hotels cuz they see yours and want it
and this started as a flow about a game, but we joke about the game
like we got so much fame if we go broke ppl will no our names
then comes the boot-leg and all with your record
trying to sell it to you and you wonder where you're headed
up shits creek or down the stream to where your pretty spouse is
making money off your 2 hotels and 8 houses
don't let em take ie stay hungry...

alalalala.......


with excellent text i take control of the current situation/
place prophecy in front of people praying they'll avoid munipulation/
of the beast influening intense actions aggravating my souls loyalty/
beware when i bust hot its bubbling up like being inside a pot to boil me/
minute by minute im in a race at a set pace dont irritate my rage/
writers block cant even stop my creative nature from feeling up the page/
hell pits is not the place to go get well repent repeatedly before the ends near/
but if your destined for the dark dynasty mentally prepare for the eternal fear/


blahhhhhhh......

targeting a different demographic than the average
spastically sprawlin sentences to spell out the madness
i see in my day-to-day, remembering back to the hey
and how the precedent to this negligence was screwed in a major way
they legacy tossed down and pissed on...
if Gene Simmons died, would TI be on a KISS song
i was a fan like most and still kinda on his jock
but my respect for him wouldn't let me do a record with Pac
or more acurately one of his tapes
i never met the man face-to-face, so what would i say
like of these Young Bucks and G-Units goin' ape
makin his voice say their name, ain't showin respect, it's rape...

life could be the best enjoyment or a misery effect/
depending on certain situations of a humans activities as its set/
for me its work every day yes i gotta get payed/
gotta get the bills paid,sometimes 18 hour days just to put food on the plate/
weekends could be more like a monday cause the uniform im wearing/
keeping my mind straight its my advantage so mental wisdom is not fading/
trying to stay stress free from the demons temptations of wrong doing/
so i stick to the music and keep writing for songs im pursuing/
to work with till its my demise and im sent to the earthworm infested grave/
trying to make it to the light at the end of the tunnel not stuck in eternal tormenting flames/

beef? not really, means nothing to me
you? if i'm hungry just something to eat
a hook? fuck it, i'll just spit some bars
the world? fuck it, there's always Mars
seriously i just spit silly lines for my own enjoyment
like you spit your boys seed, no homo, you just enjoy men
this is the part where my rhymes cease to make cents
like being unemployed and Bush the President, don't make sense
since my mind grows weary, and i hate love-hate
and the world doesn't care about my life fuck fate
i'm handle me and my hobby, fuck critics, slob me
added this last line to make it not rhyme, fuck you

haha check it..


look, as far as keystyling goes, I've mastered the fad leeway
now cannabarz is out to break more records than mad DJS!
I come in your pad, easy...drop the ink to the paper and write
been a menace ever since my stranglehold deflated the mic
I hated my life, but being me there wasn't anyway of escaping it like..
both sides of the road were dead ends doper than whole headings
I'm soaked in success, hell! I basically float in a boat of it, yes!
I'm so devoted to text, History holds a message of me being noted as best..
It's like an award that I got to hold close to my chest
with a swarm of media following me like I spoke to the press
doper and fresh than a litre of coke ina sess
your folks are impressed, but can't pass like your number 2 pencil broke on the test!!
...yeaaaaaaaahhhh..Can is the beast, damaging beats..
come to your managers teeth, with hammer the size of hamburger meat!!
Yea, I'm sick in the game been inflicting the pain violent
got ridiculous aim, that's why most of your clicks will remain silent
I'm a flickering flame, your more like some nickle and change sided with
heat, I confide and abide by the streets.

^^cannabarz is fuckin insane... let me try this again

i'm ill in the sense that there's something wrong
i'm at home listening to this fucking song
that keeps playin in my head, i think something by Korn
Vida givin me a dance (cuz the internet is for porn)
i forget i'm wearin headphones take em off, guitars get quiet
log on to rapverse to see if the voted on my shit
but it's the same as before, they lame on the boards
get guys to enhance they score, ridin dicks cuz they can't afford whores
and this is a minute in the life of the best,
Supernigga muthafucka, check the S on my chest

i'm Cassius Clay back in the day
k-o emcees in the fastest way
they Gladys Knight, wake up then they mad it's day...
just one punch and see ya
you can't see me, i'm too tall to see ya
may not be the best alive but i still run shit like diarrhea...
faking gangsta will leave you one way
it'll catch up with you some day
hard in your rhymes then drop more dimes than a bums pay...

we all have the mental capacity actually most have more but don't use it
the the thin line between ignorance and stupid fades as they become a cohesive unit
and the terrble thing is most see it coming choosing not to dodge it
falling into that "deep" rut and becoming false prophet
many for profit, and many more that use it but don't make it
look to the mirror every day before they hit the road and still can't seem to face it
so they fake it, and write "ghetto poetry" on some fake shit
i can't take it...

i could die right now, some would wonder why, others wouldn't care
too consumed with their own affairs...
what's eatin' me? don't know but this conversation would go quicker
if i can find that bottle of pills and chase it off with liquor
funny shit: i don't even drink...
got on the Titanic for free now i'm waitin til it sink
but the movie is a long one, i'm feeling every wave
and lately wishin that last turn took me right towards an iceberg//

flash of intellect through the tunnel of ignorance gone dumb
death of US of don't affect us, whole world gone numb
and dark, now we between a bullet and a target, hear the pop
stop just in time to get it through the head then drop
i mean drop it, world peace is an uncomfortable topic,
but rapping about killing another man is hot shit
i've beat myself up a million times and still can't die
the world's full of tongues why waste them on lies
and ears, but their owners are stingy, i'm wondering why
i try, i ask myself when will it all get better...
self replied... never