i'm straight off the trizzle and headed for tha subway...
walk by this guy...hobo smellin mustay....
Clothes all rustay....hadn't changed in a while....
looked back at me and gave me a wink and smile...
thats the kinda shit right there that makes my day....
A fuckin livin hell so i blew his ass away!!!.....

haha...no happy endings here

Imma rap singer dinger ding dinger
I can't aford dinner inner in inner
Imma wack rapper tapper tap tapper
The person below me will prolly diss me
Even if there style is shitty
I live the tough life of the suburbs
Then I go and battle some herbs

lmao some dope shit right there

Just a lil sumthin...

U too wack 4 anybody 2 diss u
And u probably too ugly 4 any gurl 2 kiss u
Tha grounds like a an elevator, watch how i lift u
Go 2 sleep and dream about how they wont miss u
I kill bitch niggaz dat come in my zone
and then make em relocate 2 a funeral home
I bust guns 4 tha ones i love
and tha ones i love iz tha reason why i bust my gun
U mesmerized by tha gun? I didnt mean 2 offend u
Bullets iz like gatorade, Iz it in u?
U mite have tha talent but i dont see dat
So i drop sum lines in tha cypher 4 people 2 see dat
i can spit a lil sumthin but tha text aint shyt
ya gun look shitty so ya techs aint shyt
u aint shyt, who aint shyt? not me
I got too much motivation 4 you 2 stop me
u couldnt pop me even if i was your pimple
Fuck complex rhymes, I KEEP IT SIMPLE
i like 2 flow, drop any type of beat
Oh its drama now? Well i can bring any type of heat
dream iz dreams but it aint a reality tho
I'll take u thru da hood, sho real shyt like a reality sho
all tha drama and all tha chicks
all my homies and all our clips
all tha drugs and all tha slugs
all them crooked cops and tha blocks
all tha children and all tha shootin
how we fuck bitches and all drug distribution
i kno my freestyles kinda long
but i make sure its like morning breath, kinda strong

juss 1 bar dis on This man above me na mean


I kNo u may be gay ceez and love is new
ceez and fuckin wit deez cause that a step above uq

ceez u pretty tight good drop

ahah :thumbup: keep that shitt droppin

lol the person below me dissed as I predicted

When ever I spit rapping
Its certain something shit happens
Read my last post and youll learn that
If you got an afro I'll tear your perm back
And sell your hair back to you
For a gram and pack of food
Imma head from back to the front of this shit
Like the guys hair off the aprentice
Soon I'll be runnin shit gunnin quick
Spit a lil somin shit to stunna bitch
Go muafucker hate all you like
I'll just stomp you your to small to fight

have you ever seen a kid fallign from the sky?
you say you havent,wel neither have i .
why would you be so sarcasticlty gay.
if i do a job you must drasticly pay.
the day you defeat me is the day you die.
your so fake,everything you say you lie
but mayby i lie a bit to,but atleast i can admit it to you.
who you think you really are with your lame bling.
look closly cause the realness is what the game bring
the lame sing song's of resentment and dispear.
but on the real. who really does care.
i glare at the world to see if it'sa right.
but if im smoking p every night i might
pass out due to lack of sleep.
if you so real then how caome you black and weap
.
fuck you fake bitche's.

I prowl the night skies, lost, bored of living a thousand life times
Trapped for eternity.. so what do I do? sit down and write rhymes
systems systematiclly sizedown simple samaritains seeking solace
people populate places of parishes from persians to polish
great games of god like guys getting held goaless
really rank rhymes resulting of ramblings after ya roll this
spoken shit so sick simply something from smokin stick
poke and pick at me prosperity pummeled by poletics
the last lyricyst lives lower leavin this ludacris leader
castrated clasp cock and cut it, cummed on like ceaders


thats a shitload of alliteration right there..

to many time my ryhmes havnt beein good enugh for the love of the readers my minds diein at slow motion my flowin talents ls growen it seems but in battle its no effective like some vaccines i bring iller spits that i spit skripts ta split ribs that hit hard after the math after the fact that you got seconds ta say what you got to say for you never see the light of day again for all this murdering facts i look to the sky and say for give me for my sins

yo herres some hen i bet u can sip dis
im a murder'er so i put gun's on my wishlist
chris bitch i pop lick and drink
wit my dink i put that shit in the sin


that was very deep lol j.f.a

Juss Fuckin Around

"""" yes bitch thats my fuckin thing

JFA
juss fuckin around ho-cake powder puff mcdonld fry chump u aint stealin my shit ~1~

i step up to the mic.... but i really i aint that short
my thunda regins over yall im tha king of this court
and my record dont lie i simply cant be beat
lets go toe to toe feet to feet im that street
tha chips aint down i aint even in vegas man
i aint wanna be around when tha shit hits the fan
so ima take my buisness and slang somewhere else
cause i can only trust my fam, god and self
bliggity bliggity blahhh

3 wins and no lose o shit we can tell you hot like dell toco sase but not really//
with week bars like that we can call you bizzar from 12 but not fat they cilly//
since you be clowd all the time you sound change your name to try to fill me//

that shit wasnt good so dont even hate but yeah my freestyle right there

I've been on Mic tours,rapbattles,mcwars, rapverse and
da industry still aint fuckin recognize one black person
Wat I gotta do ta score in dis game cause nothin count
and it aint cause Im high,so I realized dat Im buggin out
Then I got voted on by these plastic-free-slim-dudes
so I realized my mistakes and I drastically improved
Now, Ima changed emcee,carry dat thang wit me
just in case a nigga wanna try ta bang wit me
but one spray of dis shit and dat'll end dis game quickly
but they don't know dat,you know how dis gang shit be
So I break off any nigga who think they can hang wit me
and keep pumpin dis shit til one of dem thangs hit me

Young Mix

u aint to bright everytime i get around your girl u wanna fight
everbody always talk about u because your rhymes aint ill
the only thing u like to is do sit at home and chill
u be talking to your momma
and she tell u constantly u aint never going to be real
and u to your crib talking shit about your momma as she aint going to blow
up and be rich and you mad because u wanted her to be your bitch

this is just a freestyle let me see how I do it
I say please read this so I can get to doin
that doesnt make much sense but it doesn't matter anyhow
im just freestylin and let me give u a bow
ya man am sick wid it and im probably crazy
Im spittin verses in real life like I was very dazy
lookin at ur computer screen u see these verses
and u wonder who's the fool who wrote these cursed things
that's the rush in ur system the one wit da hammer
and im puttin u down like a foot when it stammers
what a wack line but anyways here I go
ya man im just bored and ur a no-show
hahahaaaa!!

whatever!! :gfy: