Disorda freestyle
 

i spit rhymes like a dragon spits fire
words transmitted threw this telephone wire
appearing onscreen for ya ho's to admire,
dnt need a damn contract it aint my desire,
all that i need is for people to believe
there's a shit load better than these words u read.
cos im fucked out my head yeah iv smoked to much weed
feel im on a whitey or perhaps im just diseased,
sitting on this chair with my head on my knees
but im still a little conscious so u better take heed
im hear for good u can never make me leave
spit on me shit on me ill never concede
ill let loose some deadly lyrics make ya fucking ears bleed
infect you like fever let this cancer breed
im a freesyle fighter, an ill rhyme writer
cover u in petrol start sparking a lighter
a venomous viper piss me off ill bite ya
if ya try to struggle i just coil round tighter
im the pied piper, the dc sniper fuck with ya
mind even if i like ya,
so now its all over and all's said and done
tell me wot ya think of disorda the bastard son

(note: first written freestyle iv ever done)

Proof of my feedback

nobody gonna leave no shit?