Punchline cypher
 

he speaks....
 

I'mma push my advance up and over the budget
If rap dont work,
I'mma punch my A&R in his chest till his shoulders touchen

I came up, I don't deal with lame fucks
I'll just "beat you flat out" like hitting topless A-cups

I'm tired of mc's and they crappy disc's
I'll punch death in the face,
and walk around the hood with ashy fists

you're a verbal virgin, a metaphor misfit
always "ducking heads" like red light districts

catch a round to the get, I clown you fuccs
it's like you giving oral to leprachauns,
"going down on yah luck"

I'll spit a rhyme and make a nigga testify
ur established gayness has just been rectified...

he speaks....
 

perfected the rhymes, most feel vunerable, neglected and decline,
his punches are so forced, he needs an operator to connect his lines

"he speaks" but his freestyle lacks any attention
he aint a knight he's more like an accidental invention...

I spit ice shit just to see if you burning like a herb
U just spit shit cuz words was too hard for your learning curb/

Maybe if you was clever...you wouldn't think snow was hot weather
Now words decline just hearing the shit you've tried to put together

he speaks....
 

not too concerned with the beef, but damn this herbies weak
my punches hit so close to home yah neighbor heard me speak

-Alpo

rhyming is an activity, fucc it called it charity
it'z rare u find anotha me, who seems 2 b such a rarity

he speaks....
 

time will tell if you'll blow up or not
when I time travel to mammograms and "blow up spots"

Alpo

naaaw...he blows up not,
the only time he blows anything is givin men shots
then feelin them spots he's real in them knots--lol

Does anyone know why this kid even speaks//
His punches big as PeeWee, jus gay an weak//

he speaks....
 

call me "complex" dog I'll beat you with rhymes
you like a phone tap the way you read inbetween my lines

yo dogg stop rappin like yer sumthing
u be in tha bakk ally in my garbage rumeging...
lookin fer yer skill that i tossed out tha window....
ayo i killed on this so bad yer bitch is now a widow

Demostratin yall fags,ya weak,my punchlines like stones
While yall give more low blows unda da belt den Roy Jones

Read you like a book, scan over ya contents, read the text as well
The pages crumble, the spine is worn, you ain't HALF the story you tell

Bitch I'd tell you too go NOK Yourself out
But i'ma just slap a foodstamp on ya ass n have a Fat Dyke Eat You Out!

Sufficatin' yo ass with a string, I got u turning paley/
I send the bus in and have u ride the bench like Deuce Staley.//
I can feel it in the air, so u can call me Beanie Sigel/
I'm a champion like the Patriots, u a loser like the Eagles//
Puttin' pain to ya jaw, have it wired shut, what a pity/
I'm the Nino Brown of my block, the so called New Jack City//

i get more hits on da hip, den a bitch gettin fucced from da behind
just like a rat caught in a maze, i'll leave u confused & hard 2 make up ur mind

To easy to speak words, my lyrics be tellin' stories/
Wanting to take the game from other muthfuckerz glories//
The day I die will be the day I decide to quit/
From shuting my mouth close and refusing to spit//
Mind is capable of seeing shit you've never imagine/
Cuz my mind be seeing flying carpets like sum shit from Aladdin//
But I keep my chin up, never get down bout shit/
I spit game like niggaz be doing wit a dro after a hit//

Bishops rhyming is whack...his verse being 'evidence'
After my verse is finished...you become 'past tense'
My words are concrete, elite and fo so its the shiet
The only button you press every day is 'delete'/

I rub cheesecake on your ryhmes...you duck, you cant face me,
reason cheescake is on your words is to make that shit more 'tasty'

mayn u is wack dawg.....................cuz you can even rhyme higher
I mean the last time i check it said that this was a punchline cypher

I aint 'Troy' but i leave niggas ''Holy'' as a 'Pastor'
9th Wonder of the world, even Rakim called me his Master
I keep comin back n Blastin-Ya like the Terminator
Bustas is high off Kool-aid n thinks it gives 'em a right too be a Hater
Lay off the Sugar i think it got you ''Rushin''
You throwin a hot punch.......
.........comes round as often as Nuns Cussin
^^^
Every line a punch :D

Look at this Sissy^^^ spittin with his hands behind his hips..//
The only way Buck shot can come tighter than me..is cuz his mouth was replaced with vagina lips...

lol ^^^

Ya lflows like workin in a Burger Joint, Ya aint Worth the Time
Kid gives so much ''Brain'' you'd think he was Einstein
play-times over, No More Recess
Kids on the Rag Throwin Handbags an you wonder why he's Stressed!

what was that...oooh shit!!!..doesnt ,Maybe, matter//
I spit fact...so please stop spittin......all that Baby batter!!!


Hah!!!!.....NEXT!?!

next comes adrenaline nigga so who u fuckin wit?
i bet ur gonna get "knocked out" by the punchline after dis (lol)
kid thinks his skills so ill but he dont know he aint "real"
str8 "bitin" rhymes is the reason he calls 'imself "coldsteel"...hahaa

I see u fools...shit cant rhyme,u rushing
You cant spit shit...i leave u there blood be gushing

Look dawg you wack, 3-4? shit..cuz now, u shouldnt be happy
Cuz
..........the closet thing of you lookin @ ass would be in yo avy

Why come in this thread claiming to be some1 Important..?
When I'll come up in here and ruin Evolution like Randy Orton

This bitch me talkin about men wrestlin like it real//
Jus lettin him know i'm eatin his woman out for my next meal//

he speaks....
 

riddle me this and riddle me that,
you need to get rid of yah riddles cause what you spitten is wack

Hes needs a doctor..better yet.... a proctologist..//
Cuz from all this...he doesnt spit...he just swallows dick!!(lol...I see you just need a sense of humor....ur LLLLAAAAMMMMEEEE!!!!)

OOOOoooookkkkKKKKKKAAAaaaaayyyYYYY!!!!..NEXT!?!

On a mic,I call da shots like an ~apartment service~
I spit flames big enough to make fire ~departments nervous~

I know its played but I spit it at 9 years old

Nigga,u couldnt beat me even if u got lucky
cause even if Micheal Jackson was on da mic,you still couldnt touch me

haha....get ur burger and drink ready...cuz im about to serve you extra crispy...


wit spits like this how could b reppin memphis? bitch ur "half-bent"
thinkin u "coldsteel" but ur freestyles are past "old"...their "past-tense"--

OK-K-K-KKAYYYY???!!!

Talkin like a real Vet..He dont want no beef//
Adrenaline aint nothin but a house pet...that aint got no teeth!!

put words and lines together like a chain link necklace
ill beat you like eggs and serve you like breakfast

you a shit talker yeah i see dookie stains on ya verses/
clutchin ya asshole like a fag holdin purses/

Dicks stay on your lips...
...Like the Jamaican in my avy with a 'Reef'
Ya 'Shit Spits'...
...Leave stink marks like a Queef
Chris n Neef, even Younggunners
In the special olympics is the only time your a FrontRunner

haha...amateur...

Frank Castle?..u got nine posts and u talkin to a professional?
i'll destroy u like a sand castle,facin me...well I guess~ur~dumb--