LL text Cypher -- Free/diss/Muck around
 

Word, stuck for your convienience..

Since you all like to spend so much time in here rather than the rest of the site.. Drop some raps, 6 Lines minimum.. I'll start..

Look..
I viciously injure cats, its principle my verbal machettis shredding fools..
Into confetti & blood festering smelly residue..Then hell dude..
I'll even cook fillets with vegetables and tell rappers its edible..
To them thats the only time biting you is acceptable..
Fuck it-- I got razor blades, but instead I'ma cheese grate you..
Erase skin from your face, then replace it with a4's & a paper staple..

*Shrugs*

Edit:
This will also make it easier to see where everyones at without having to check their battles.. So we can find out the wack kids early on:shoot:

EDIT AGAIN--
Rofl @ This old shit I wrote..
Word to elevation..

I bash & fracture you with mad unmatchable, battle tacticals..
Type ill enough to kill your pets, with knifes slashing its mandible..
Nostras a catastophical prodigy, rapping mind boggling oddity..
Properly dropping prophecy...For those stupid enough to follow me..
Obviously, there aint no stopping this, start dropping kids..
To follow this post--
I even bought a hanging noose so I can show you the ropes..

Ugh?

Explain, a man who to self entertain, will leave a granny slain
Remove her brains and veins sell em on ebay,
up her ass stick a gas mane, light it on fire and sip champagne
I got modified stainless, codified by the FBI, as the “tools to leave u brainless”
Faceless….looking 4 eyes on the pavement
im in-humane, insane, mentally out the frame,
as a game break da bones of a new-born,
leave it lame n torn……….., put it on a barbecue n watch it wiggle and wain in pain, in its head prayin 4 rain

murder a bitch wih ease,slice at there knees, watch em crawl 2 me
watch em bleed, thn I threaten to let da trigger squeeze, chuckle as there pants fill wid feaces, inject an ancient chinese disease, laugh as they threaten revenge on me, leave no trace of evidence on the scene, wid ma expertise
im a fission of the genes, of saddam, satan,Hitler and edi amin

Check it--
I keep it real....................
Slip & kill innocent rappers for thrills..
Under the influence of alcahol, cocaine & pills..
Even a grin reveals my spits is ill as a killers grill..
So if you see me on the street, skill recognise skill..
No candy raps, & no feminised kinda chill.. I'm real..
With a fly build,
I'm on that staying ill with or without a deal..

A Poetry drop....check it....
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heartfull bars with deep lungs i spit,
cant find the perfect line to rhyme so i quit,
think back to when,
i was young and without sin,
too Youth to understand that a sin is very bad,
and that words are release when i put this pen to the pad.....
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easy

from this game ill neva retire,
why
cos ma raps r fire, blazin mc's, amazin enemies,
levain them in a foggy haze
like they been smokin yey for dayz
stingin em like a knee graze
imagine da minotaur out the maze
ready to eat the populus and slay

if you ever try to question this shit...
i cant wait, cuz my state is against logistics
yo, my flow flex tha stick shift
dont roll to close to this, you could be the next statistic
ballistic, freak out on the mic *what is this?*
i spit shit sick wit defense forensics
hence the difference, its DC, the prince of business
leave you marked man, like suicidal wrists of misfits
ya style's stale, dry, call you mr biscuit
mr. mix shit, call me mr. bisquick
hahahaha

ayo, check it...ima kill you son aint no questions asked
you like Aunt Jemima cuz you get sprayed on pancakes...you ass[/sarcasm]

werd :thumbup:

*realizes hes really like that :(*

full of rage and hate im spittin shots like a twelve gauge,
Nigga i flow wild like rabid ca-nines in a cage,
Growlin...niggas need to watch themselves cos i be prowlin,
Break you down before you touch the ground, like i was shaolin,
Trained in war, i'm spittin til my throat gets sore,
You know the score, you'll die before you hit the floor......

*leaves thread to attend anger management meeting*

im sorry i dont get it... might as well forget it
this nigga compose punches wit ex lax but still dont shit it
he wanna compose? but all tha rapper's like PLEASE NO MORE
he write like how stevie wonder danced at the BET awards
i spit six quick, this shit... was easy, abusin these men
you like plastic daipers... for your own safety, you got no use for a pen

No use for a pen? Fuck that, take this hollucinagen..

W/e man, I'm out..
Have fun with the rv cypher and keep it neat if you wanna keep it stuck..

word throw the pen away
like canibus sed, its all binary today
use ya keyboard to kick a mental retort
an assualt of thought
a murderous onslaught, that leaves battles won before they are fough
off this green im mean and faded
while simultaneously intoxicated
ready 2 leave a brew slew n jaded
wid an attackt hat cud neva b evaded

Fuck anorexic bitches in my nigga Nostradamus' sig
We cool and all, but i rather see a pig
she got no ass, could never roll wit me
prolly in that porno named itty bitty titties
sunglasses cover her faces, cuz she ugly
she hit as fuck, but wont ever fuck me
prolly lookin at this shit now, sorta like, fuck me
but that bitch is nasty, i dont give a fuck b

^werd i feel the same way i cant stand skinny bitches...fuckin disgusting