i'm bored....so why not drop somethin?


Aight..If I come to your house,
it's definitly to finish buisness.
'N if ya bitch is out her blouse,
ya know this kid did it.
Believe it -- I'm a heathen
when it comes to gettin these bitches breathin
Like they so loud that they silently screamin
'n the only way ya conceived it is cause ya ear's started bleedin

Ahhhh....fuck it...i'm done. Gotta go.

Yo:
I flash so many firearms you'd think I'm the U.S. Army base/
I cam from one reason, and thats to lace ya case worse than leatherface/
The time is now to shut the fuck up and listen/
The time is now to duck the fuck down due to the ammunition/
Please believe I ain't missen, I'm fresh my the kitchen/
From the Cali State, reppin worlwide/
Nobody can't escape, cause I'll wash ya up like the fuckin' low-tide/

mister...please proceed with caution//
i rep the sinister streets of stockton//
you bleed 'cuz we delete ya offense//
chunks of human meat?...we feed to coffins//

believe i, if you'll believe anything in thy lifetime//
we squeeze dry the teary eyed and subtract time from ya lifeline//
those in the right mind, hide or catch blackeyes like in friday night prize fights//
i supply nines to tikes and send 'em off on trikes to pull off my drive-bys//

im just a skitso in a trenchcoat armed with sadistic charm and a pencil//
psych!!! a different type of lead will carve in your mentals like it was art wit' a stencil//
im harvestin' them jokes to ya kinfolk with sharpened insults over hard instrumentals//
its detramental that i get dough, otherwise its simple...i get to slit throats//


(sorry, folks.....im tired as fuck and just wanted to drop a quick freestyle.) keep up the good work fellow battlecats. one love.

......s.v. dangerous

Today all niggaz rhyme bout is killin n' weapons...n' dey so slick they'll kill ya in less than 3 seconds...u from da ghetto? what kinda facts are those...that line is about as used out as dose corner hoes...u wanna hav a gun fight?...i'll shoot a few rhymes, n' hav u wishin i pulled da black nine...fuck all u fake as gangsta bitches...u aint nuttin u jus rats n' snitches..one look in my eyes i'll hav u pissin, so listen...i aint ya average G...i got fresh to death unseen ability...jus all ya'll bitch wont take the time to see...ya'll jus like fuck me, les see how u feel when i'm on ya t.v.
(this shit is choppy as hell cus i wrote it in 3 mins)

hey everybody i know you were waiting to hear from me again/
since the last time i post i heard niggas hated on three on them/
but im back to reclaim my spot/
but im not here to tell you who the f**k i shot/
thats bullshit rap even though i did do it/
but i dont talk about it even though i been through/
no need to let my pass come back to haunt me/
im waiting for my future to catch up, im right here if you want me/
the rest of yall im about to lap, the jesse owens of this rap shit/
ill race you backwards spin around and do a backflip/
and thats just for practice, cause i have no competition/
so keep your mouth shut cause i have no time for bitchin/
you wanna complain, but you got more post than me/
mad cause your old and nowhere close to me/
who are you suppose to be, im jigga you jaz-o/
im runnin on a full tank and your a little bit gassed so/
im a race you down the road to success til you on E/
you cant live being yourself so you dying to be me/
mad cause you cant beat me, cause rappin is like a foot race/
long as you win nobody gives a damn where it took place/
long as first is the place you took, thats all that matters/
cause if you ray benzino then im marshall mathers/
so take a look at me, do i seem like the average rapper/
i look like a cat that'll send my animals after ya/
but ima stop cause these a bars of pain/
just remember i spit fire and my words'll char your brain

char your brain i'm back again smackin wack ass rappers with my ball and chain call me sane but i'm far from it crazy like ozzy, it is I dren commeth with the wrath of a thousand comets crashin to earth drastic blasts from plastic packin gats towards wack transvestites on mics chokin on they first bite, too much to chew choose to spew up their life, lost in blood rub a dub dub in my tub cuz u gotta clean off the mud take drugs rape butts slap sluts blah blah blah

...blah blah blah, dren's words blastin at u like a "sawed-off", and sid leaves u running to the doctor like "somethings wrong! *cough *cough", i'm sick in the mind like mason during that crime trying time after time to tell everyone he's fine, and i'll tell u what - if u can find all the body parts i've hidden, i'll totally confess to all those murders i've commited, but still won't be no evidence just like OJ "who did it?", I DID! THAT'S WHO! look out sid'll get u too!!!!!!!!!!

My shits about weed, cause i believe everyone can relate to that...tell me what you think...

i pack in 3 bowls, plus a steam roll to get me started
tokin with 4 friends, 2 of which have already smoked themselves retarted
one dude takes hits to the head like a fuckin pro
funny how he loves blunts yet he doesnt know how to roll
another one chuggin bong water till he pukes shit and hits the floor
while he chuggin, runnin hits till he cant smoke no more
askin us to hit from his lung thats on the other side of the door
fuck walkin that far, we want a lung, lets take yours
so we bust open his chest while he finishing off his whole stash
and we take out his left lung, cause his right lung has turned to ash
bust a hole through the tube thats being used by guy 3
holdin up the cypher to write this rap, oh no wait that dudes me
we got about 4 grams left, we need a weed runner
"dont you mean 5 people, you included?"...i dont know this tree seems to be makin me dumber
i cant see no more iv gotten so high my mind is burnin
it feels like my heads on fire, and these vicatin tablets arent workin
i already took 5 of them yet my mind still seems clear
thats impossible, if i took that many pills i wouldnt be here
so does that mean i cant die cause my chest is kinda hurtin
someone quick get a ambulance and one of those heart surgeants
so they cut me open to see what the problem seems to be
and when they crack open my rib cage, all they find is green trees
so the doc, the nurses and me included start tokin up
and the surgeant gets so high, that he forgets to close me back up
so im walkin around the streets with a chest full of green plants
if you want some, hurry up and pay, cause this weed sells fast

im bout to freestyle with no beat
i meen sit in the black darkness with no heat/
fuck ryhmin bout the broke ass streets
i gotta step my bars up to get to a new me/
u betta step u weight up be
cuase u ryhme like stop sign spittin at the contcrete/
before i make ya brain match wit ya teeth
have u grabing ya gut while i blast at ya feet/

Even When I Freestyle Or Keystyle//
My Style Is Wild Meanwhile Yours A Mild//
Not Even Spiced Up//
Spice Your Life Up Or Get Sliced Up//
Im Just Typeing As Quick As My Mind Spit//
Sorry If Its Wack But I Still Spit That Hot Shit//
So Stop It//
Run Up On You For Your Profit Make You Drop Your Pockets//
Let You Try And Run Pull Out The Strap And Cock It//
Ready My Aims On Lock Kid//
For Instance I Can Shoot From A Distance//
Young Tips Never Miss//
Always Sprayin Hot And Heavey//
Word Play Is Deadly//
Take Me As A Joke...please Nigga I Aint Friendly//
I Got Gassed When I Went Threw And Seen The Word Cypher//
You Can Say That Your Nice But Dawg Im So Much Nicer//
Show The Wrist Im Quick To Snatch Your Wife//
Said Her And Her Friend Wanna Play Roles As Dikes//
And I Can Join They Yelling Out Loud "tips Jump In"//
Rideing My Dick So Hard They Made My Mind Spin//
Dont Get Gassed Like I Dont Get My Dick Wet....inigga Your Wilding//
I Stay Fucking A Dime Peice Do If I Ever Smashed Stacey Dash....i Still Wouldnt Be Smileing//
Cuz All The Pussys The Same//
The Only Thing Differnt About Sexual Activitys Is When Thhere Head Gets In Between Your Lap And Start Giveing You Brains.........lol.......1

I hate clowns they pissin me off//
ill cut there throats and tear there heart out//
im sick of these clowns they look better dead//
wit a bullet in there head//
:shoot: I want stop shooting//
Till they look like shit//
So when there parents get the news they wont reconize there kid//
to bad i did//
cause if that clown didnt mess around with my gat he be bak//
before i shot him dead, i beat the fuck out of him//
i smashed his head in with a golf club, so he didnt look like himself no more//
he screamed like a bitch dats when i turned around and made him twitch//
that clown started to cry//
then i ripped out his eye//
He begged me to stop thats when i took out my glock//

not a REALLY Story so dont think im violent. I just ryhmin about stuff like that and if you dont like ill rap about teddy bears and rainbows lol

Sliding down a rainbow teddy bear under my arm
Give it to the cutest girl I see and start working my charm
I like furry animals so if you haven't shaved don't be alarmed
lovin' adventures so if it's a jungle you still wont be harmed
but if I cant find my way I'll rip a handful out with my palm
screaming sets off rage don't trip ya better stay calm
Fuck this daisy field lets go back to my castle
Bend over in the dungeon while I whack you with paddles
Lets get married I haven't seen a bitch for years
Let me be the one to wipe away my cum with your tears
Ok, that's cool just give me a bita head or your dead
bleeding in a bed with red sheets she bit it instead

Let me drop sumthin so i could get my posts up:

This B da fuccn RAM homie repazentin da Bean,
Fuccn Mattapan homie It's da home of G'z,
When chromies sneeze,
God bless you and bring you home,
Jesus is untouchable I'm da heir to his throne,
I'll never die,
Becuz I'll never be forgotten,
My name ringz throughout tha South Side of Brockton,
Throw shots if you want I ain't even a movin target,
I been thru da fist fightsand shoot outs i'm still tickin,
I had murda beef but peep look whos still livin,
I'm a soldia of da street plus a ill nigga.

look look look
I'm da kind of cat dat'll bury u quickly//
If u scandalous and u try 2 gyp//1

E'erewhere i go people like 2 uplift//
But u don't wanna b da only one who 4gets me//2

I'm at drift here//
So much pain but only on da inside will i shed a tear//3

4th bar still goin' and i just can't stop//
I'll put a end 2 u once dat boi shyt pop//4

fuck LK man, them niggihz aint shit yo, we'll do them kats man, furreal though, they think they the shit young, word bond!

Why niggihz wanna hate on my squad/
Not knowing they'll get dumped in the ride/
And fucked up by my squad, reppin LK pride//
We nevah underestimate ourselves, we incredible/
Lyrikally I can spit and reknitt ya sweater fool/
Rhymes is like a sawed off blast fucka baretta dude/
LK comin thru make way, cause we bring more Drama then black women and KaySlay/
And when we come to drop God just cant save yo punkass today//
Cause we runnin this shit like a fuckin leakin faucet/
I burn niggihz in battles then rinse it off, then toss it/
I'wn know about my squad, but i'wn worr bout niggihz that think they flossin/
Cause in the right light, they can get got while we bossin//
Lyrikal Destruktion and I'm out right nah, holla atcha mans if hotter than I///