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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/
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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 |
My flow destroying blow up the mic can't even fit trunks My punches leave ya vocals sound little like Alvin & da Chipmunks I rip punks, sky through like a dunk i stomp wit da fresh AF1's I still kill cowards even in they passed laws 2 Make Less Gun's I Am a hustla son, Like Mary J I sell shit like Every DAY With a flow like this do i gotta even say im here to stay Gettin warm like may, and weak bitches 4 ever bein gay They mad cuz dey can't get laid, and cuz i fucked up dey face like GTA |
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 |
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