looka here.. haters are just afraid of fear
this is weird.. run u over like u was a deer
i stay freestlylin.. cuz u know i got u shook
read a page of ur rhymes.. & threw away the book
..to ur prizes.. ur verse is in fatigue in disguises
my flow is like a geyser.. its coming UP to its rises
i stay comin in foot-action.. the kids be snatchin
& when im up in there.. i be buyin..
......................every size i wear....they packin

I'm Scooby Snackin, Givin Handouts 2 My Dogz
I Aint No ''Soccer Player'' But I Got Da ''Hand Of God''
Scream At Ya Boy, Call On Me 2 Ghost Write
I'm So Talented, Some Love, But Most-Bite
Letz Have A Coast-Fight, Down South 2 Mid-West
NY 2 Cali, I'm The Cryptonite If U Wearin A Superman Vest
Let Da S Off Ya Chest, I'm Addicted Ta Green, Fiend
Check Da 10'z On My Feet, Twinkle Lyke Eltons Eyes Gleam
Blind Frum My High-Beam, Ice'd Out, Flossin n Glossin
When I ''Back Up My Linez'' Hood Niggaz Say I'm ''Randy Mossin''

arch the dark's got intro's with pyro's and loose hoes
the ones that take off clothes and fuck on your mom's stove
pornographic black bastard, spit so hot its a fire hazzard
have your humpin hole all haggered, she's been ARCH'ed when home she staggers
I burn bruk* MC's constantly, today i toasted 3
you dig your own graves i just leave you to R in P
mailorder a massacre, lyrics or physics, im havin ya
toes are where there tagging ya and bodies are baggin ya
i execute like DOS and refuse to take a loss
you tryin to take the piss but prepare to take on a boss

(*bruk = jamaican 4 broke)

''pornographic black bastard, spit so hot its a fire hazzard''
Da Wording Of Dat Line Stood Out, Dat Wuz Tite Mayn

Da Saladz Tossed, These Faggz Eatin From The Rear
My Mindz Driven 2wards Sick Mentality, An I Dont Even Steer
Strike Fear, My Words Re-Appear, Round Here, I'm The DON
Rap Katz Iz Lyke Male Pussy, So I Call 'Em TOM [Tom Boy]
Lyke Da Road Runner, I'm Gone, I'm Ahead Of U, My Gamez So FAST
Got U Doin Black Flips So Ya Headz At Yo Azz, Now U Can See Visionz Of Me Stompin U In Da PAST
At Long Last, The Vast Majority Love-Me, I'm Oh So Lovely
I Get Da Scene Poppin Like A Bottle Of Bubbley
Lyke A Thug-Be, I'm At Da Corners, Pushin That Crack-Rock
Label These Cock Jumpers Ben Stiller, Cuz They GayLord FOCK

*grabs mic*

came back to shut it down..once again
pull out a piece of paper..
.............and put the paper to the pen
stay freestylin..like i always do..u know?
connect the h-o..to the e..
.....................and that makes u a hoe
haters steppin up to me..they bout to get smack'd
havin yo shit flatter..than a fuckin doormat
ya shits wack..rhymin w/ mutlies..how bout that
& i stay blockin ur punches..like i was Shaq
ur just fat..put down the burgers..& go to hell
cuz u haters..smokin more crack..than dave chappelle
u know how it do..give my dick a rest, too
havin u scared up in court..cuz u know im bout to sue
u..cuz u wack-haters are just gettin on my nerves
even when daubs put up "free pornos"..u guys were just perves
no offense tho..dont hate..cuz this shit will sell millions
maybe if i doubled it up more..it will even sell trillions
stay wearin platinum around my net..get rdy for some action
cuz most of u wack-rappers..have nuttin my fillers..is what they packin
i stay attackin...str8 strappin u up to a damn chair
& i'll wipe my ass clean..with charming's huggy bear
..toilet paper-shit..ur punches dont even hit
and on the net..most of u guys aint even bloods or crips
most of u are just shit..and im just spittin of the dome
leavin u more trashier..than trailor-park homes...

*drops mic*

''Who Da Fuck Pass U Da Mic & Said Dat U Culd Flow?''

Yo I Dont Even Wanna Know, Juz Hand Me An ''Abe Linkin''
Fo A Few Bucks I'll Rhyme Anywhere, Without Even Thinkin
Lace It Down In A Mosh Pit, Or Even A Rock Concert
''I'll Be Glad 2 C Da Back Ov U'' While Ya Face Glued 2 Mah Converse
Size 11 Prints Branded All Over U Like A Tattoo
U Picked Up Da Mic Cuz U'll ''Try Anythin'' Since U Saw ''Taboo''
I Hate-U, But I'm In Love Wit Myself, An I Cant Deny
In Bout 3 Years I'ma Make Mo Than The Prinicpal & Bishop Moore High
When I Evetnually Die, Watch Da World Come 2 A StandStill
How U Gon Be Jack? SHIT, U cant Even Get Up Da ''Damn Hill''

*grabs mic again*

its just plain & simple...i stay poppin yo pimples
& i stay getting money...like quarters, dimes, & nickels
..even more than that..i stay shittin on ur rhymes
makin them shits stink..& thats how ur lines
..are..ur like a star from the earth..just stay away far
..from me..since bitchass-haters dont even know what a bar
..is..i stay in the past & i stay destroying Empire-'s
only time ur rhymes are hot.. is if u threw them into the fire
ur just a liar..but who cares.. Skriptz is here to shut u up
but haters who call me a "herb"..is bout to get smack'd up
..side their head..this aint lie..bitches..im speaking the truth
& only an idiot would think..that a phone stall..is a mic booth
stay chippin ur teeth..u know i cant be beat
pullin the carpet from under u..so u can say..u've been off ur feet
my rhymes are sweet..fat kids love to eat..but who cares
..really..u said u dont take drugs..but u stay lovin the DARE
..programs.. ur punches dont land..u stay in never-land
u say u have a band..but no1 plays a damn instrument man

*drops mic*

My Turn Bitchies
 

:shoot:

*grabs mic*

My Green Is Sort Of...fuck so i shine the Beam ta Daughterz
Ya Dreamz InForm Ya..im a Nightmare so dont look at me look the other way like i got a HYGEENE DisOrdEr
Dont Copy Me..My Physcology_definez the Branch of GeolOgy_My rhymen Geochemistry_is The Chemical Changez to the earth but also The Economy.
Ima Be_Blasten clips fucken with Organisims like anatomies_
ISlam CAn See_My Pain,Strange,Cuz my gang got ALOTTA G'S..
lIKE Batteries on a CVS STACK My gunz got "ALOTTA D'S"...
HOLLA WE,,got it Locked,Pistol Clocked man "IMA GO CLAPP"--
ANd LEave a few black niggas in a Pack in a wooden box like a "DOMINO PACK"-//




HEEEEEY I MBLACK AND NOT RACIST HAHA ""DROPS MIC"" 1 OF U BITCHIES PICK THIS UP IM DONE

*Grabz Da Mic*

Check Da Flow.............

Wild & Insane, Got A Little Loose Change, Lyke ''Janet & Jermaine''
Da Kidz Workin With A New ''Method, Man'' Ov Comin 2 ''Bring Da Pain''
Jesus Peice On Da Chain, Cross Surrounded By Gold, Mah Skoolz Old
I Just Land A Punch 2 Get Recognition, While Deez Niggaz Type In BOLD
A Soldier In Da Mold, Or At Least Yo' Mom'z Hoped U Would BE
Deez MC'z Culdnt ''Move Unitz'' Even If Da ''Sample Wuz Free''
1...2....3..Ass Down On Da Mat, Eyez Closed, In Position Fo Da ''Pin''
Even If U Wuz ''Stone Cold'', Da ''Patriots'' An Da ''Red Sox'' Rolled In2 One, U Still Culdnt ''WIN''

*snatches mic from the judge*

look.. its only me & khaoz.. blowin up this shit
& the last time haters' punches were thrown @ us..
................................they couldn't even hit
stay callin you all pricks.. since u stay on my dick
put the TRI to the CK.. & that makes u a hoe-ass trick
i aint no Lil Flip.. but u kno this Game is Over
u just a poser.. i stay gettin more luck than a Clover
..G.. records.. homo-haters stay giving lectures
take a picture.. & u biting more than a plagurist scultpure
..artist.. mines the largest.. but u stay flippin them burgers
claimin u run ny.. but ur well defined as a wigger
slant rhymin these hoes daily.. fetch me my paper
& i servin u more of my punches.. than restraunt waiters

*throws mic back @ judge*

*pics mic up off the ground*

the kidd above killed it watch me resurect it....
they almost completed this freestyle lc wil perfect it....
never negelected the off the top saga continues...
pleased like when you on a date and she order off the dollar menu..
in any venu in plain view with mental angish that turn ya brain into a cashew...
splash you, wit my last opponent blood so you can feel the outcome....
i tear through freestyle circles and x yall like malcom..
how come i cant let by gones be by gones on this comedic sitcom...
i just breeze thru like a silent fart then bombard you....your welcome....

the mic is now broken who will piece it back together,,,,,,,,<<<<<<<<<<<

*grabs mic, gets duck tape & tapes it back up again*

haha..
..punches stay floating..higher than a kite
cuz the kidd above me..just broke the fuckin mic!
had to piece it back together..w/ that duck-tape
& i aint talkin bout superman..
..when haters are runnin around in their draws w/ a cape
have u ever notice on the news..that girl celebritys..
......................................make their on sex tape?
but when the securitys..ask to see that shit..
...............................................its kinda too late
i just stay killin this freestyle cypher..off the top of dome
& i stay givin u 3 scoops of punches..in ur cones

*drops mic*

*went and bought a new mic the old one is now an antique*

as i scrape off the plastic eager to rip yall bastartds...
the game has been mastered let everbody tell it....
lames claimin they tracks is so ill but cant sell it....
wit profane lyrical content i spit rated R provisions....
i slash and wound inf=definite yall make micro insicions...
hav to break the mic in , the first to give it life...
most flows bounce off me like a dull knife on the slice...
kilt this shit twice and now i establish a new move....
turn into an animal on the hop like emperors new groove...
this freestylin stupids not a battle so change up ya moods...


*the mic is just hovering in the air*

*looks @ the new mic..*

sweet.. lyrical clarity.. just went & bought a new one
but what all the haters say in their rhymes..
..has already been done
seriously kids.. take lessons.. into what u dont know
& dont be a faggot.. who always no-shows
...in battles... but im just speaking what u should do
leave this "Alicia" off "Keys" ..like Usher in 'My Boo'
stay droppin metaphors.. ur better off not feelin it
u seeing more "green".. than the jeresy's of the Boston Celtics
shooting more "bricks" than Shaq.. on the freethrow line
stay sippin on my "purple" stuff.. which is also called wine
but u already know that.. stop cryin.. this isnt no Kojak
...moment... stay grabbin ur rhymes like clothes..
..cuz i'm bout to fold that
its Skriptz once again.. shuttin it down.. for all u fans.. stand on yo feet
& u haters' punches are more "dryer":.. than the fuckin "sand".. on the beach!

*throws the mic to the next emcee*

ok guys i havnt been here since.......... like forever

tryin to think of a ryhm is hard-- i fell like a fuckin tard
i dont know if im even good-- should jus hang up the hood
but im still here, live another day-- i aint got much too say
except this, dont ever stop-- find your voice and hop
stay off the drugs and go to church-- never be a bird sittin on it's pirch
if you like it, why forget it-- you might as well be eatin shit
my point is, stay with this shit-- and someday you may be a hit