Your The Shit Cypher
 

Self Glorifacation Here...

its pretty obvious, why, i really got this
to kill you, put where, big and pac is
its true i shot kids, man, damn ya tone
so i crush the earth that Sand stands alone
this ain't ya average emcee, you musta heard of my battles
that i joined Sand in murderin' cattle
i rip out tha chest of 'em, its unlikely i try
i spit with tha best of 'em i aint liscenced to drive

im cool for now, i know im ill, aint gotta tell me

i'll damage another rapper so long as i get credit..
cuz without it/ i'll damage more niggas untill i get respected..
im the best at what i do/ and thats lyrical destruction..
i'll topple a tower with four words/ so you know with whom you're fucking..
so go ahead and think you're better/ and i'll show you why i think not..
i'll just come to your crib/ tear you up/ and make your fam give props..

even my farts is nice like seven on dice//
or like gettin 50 dollars worth of cd's all at half price
i drop bombs like my name was "enola gay"//
read up on ya history if you got some shit to say
verbs galore leave your bags at the door//
it won't be long till i got you down on all fours huggin the floor
get gashed goofy so bad you'll wanna sue me//
single handedly beheaded by roux, yours truley, as if you knew me
weak ass rhymes should take a lesson from mines//
my flow still shines you sweet like duncan hines

i make a shaper image//
wit ya bitch rubbin my ginetals//
I win when most niggas thinkin about dickin skillz//
dallas doesn't know what debbie does//
when-it came to my-head//
cause dallas hasn't seen debbie//
sense she been in my bed//
when it comes to stroken//
oh shit did i mean flowin//
forgot what i was typen cause my head-was-gettin-cromin//
bitch get off me//
Boot went to her chin//
this shit is fun//
i tried to keep her off//
but yet she fighten to get on me//
Got damn, I am the man, and-thats-no-question//
cause most you niggas girls are now my whores//
aint that a lesson.

this female emcee steppin up is a blessin//
sendin the illest emcee to comfession//
steppin against me is a sin//
its like david battlin goliath/ u may have brawn//
but imma win//
I dont fuck wit men//
I just take they women//
while they they steady spendin/ time/ tryin ta make up rhymes//
slicker then mine/ you can find em//
my skills is steady blindin em//
Haters/ I aint mindin em//
So fine/ dont mind / me//
i kno u cant believe//
what Im sayin//
i aint playin//
dammit im done
spree ( thats me )
pimpin wit a CAPITAL p

I'm the greatest mother fucking 5 star lyricist/
Clear out your ear's boys, you'll get betta by hearin' this/
See I'm the shit MC's fear when they up and comin' rapper's/
Bust a wicked line, and their's looks like it came from the crapper/
See I'm the MC that will start all the lines that'll get played/
Rippin' the greatest apart, like I did to KnightShade/

^^That hurt's ;) ^^

Dis chicks the shit N best believe I'm rippin heads off wit my spits-
Poetic B don't take no licks and haten fools believe dat shit-

N Dats it..cause my head hurt..peace!!!

i make raps to sell my records, millions of them/
making millions of money like eminem.
i told u not to be messing with me/
i the best eva bitch, the best mc.
making shit to tell ya'll wat i do/
rhyming shit off the top of my head starting wiht check it 1, 2.
now i leave my shit to the next person, so do it well/i unleash my curse of fucking hell.

That rhyme was garbage, where the fuck'd you get it
It sounds like George Bush freestyling with an epileptic
You think your the best, while spittin' like a bitch
With shit like that you wont ever be rich
I cut you up and turn you to a quadriplegic
You rhyming shit out your as, so 1,2 check it
I got enough mack's to blow you to the ends of the Earth
I'll beat your cheap ass till the dirt falls out your purse
You just a poor little bitch with a talent for shit
Might aswell suck dick then be legally known as Bitch

check it...

roll over a kids shoulder chips and cash them in..
hold a boulder pistol holder ish snap them quick..
then come back real quick and realize sands the shit..
my style im mad at it. its too dope for my own self..
believe it im off the shelf flippin heads like thailand strippers..
jack the ripper im bad..it aint cuz i was born with a dick...

.......that im the man

im all that and a couple of fritos//
i know you love the way i beat hoos//
my freestyles to unconditional//
so whos next to test the kid beatin em all//
this time out spitten im killin yall this fall//
you got the ball but droped it all to stall//

im a solo king spitter
my shit put stink to kitty litter
sand ur shits good but mines more bitter
take a taste ur face will be squintin
put me in office ill get mad domers like clinton
but my chix would be hotter then monica
n some hot jewish chix around thanks giving n honika
im the chillest illest talk shit rapper
wana start shit ill fuckin smack ya
n boot u to atlanta
were the falcons get no play n suck
start shit wit me ur shit outa luck

do ya'll otha rappas really want i think not/boy the champ is here to take yo spot/
no games is played i'm a grown ass man/ya'll stuck on fisher prise and pellet guns/ i'm on lugers and mack tens
ya'll must be clowns cause ya'll rhymes got me laughin/the i'll press a gat to ya head make a bullettake a dive and laugh ass it splash in/
in case you ain't know its your brains i'm mashin/leavin yo shit pushed backed and yo crew gaspin
so who da its know contest i'm a wordplay god and all hatas i got one word fuck you

seen two kids wit two pics...in they hair plus they tooth-less
wit freestyle lyr-ics peepin my pics...sayin he spits sick shit
ask kids, who is Kare-less...torchin ya dome leavin ya Hairless
im the man understand, killin brains like Marshall's Stan
pointed gun...then you ran