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Jus some shit I think of while workin, need feedback pls.
Here's some lyrics I've thought up lately, drop me a line, let me know what you think, negative criticism is accepted, I take it as constructive criticism. Let me know what you think and any suggestions. Thanks.
L.G. Fuck Ritzy Part 1 I ain’t never fuckin’ did Ritzy wrong My rhymes crush you like you’re a fuckin’ ditzy blonde What’s with this kid’s mothefuckin’ bandana? You ain’t 2pac you’re more like Santana You look funnier than fat people in T-shirts Falling down and having epileptic seizures I weave words together better than you can man Your sweater makes you look like you’re Tucan Sam My lyrics knock you down ‘till you can’t stand It goes left, right, left, right, then 2 backhands You don’t know what hit you, you’re like “Who dat man?” It’s the Lyrical Genius who beat you that bad Cause you can’t freestyle worth a damn And you look like you just birthed a ham And while you were making your charge payments I fuckin’ dropped you faster than a couple of S.A.R.S. patients .................................................. .................................................. ..... Fuck Ritzy Part 2 I ain’t never fuckin’ did Ritzy wrong My rhymes crush you like you’re a fuckin’ ditzy blond Oh wait that’s the lyrics to a different song But don’t get me wrong ‘Cause I can still drop bombs on Ritzy’s mom You really hope people don’t catch on That all you ever rhyme about is Saddam You really like to use the same rehearsed verse I think you better you say it in reverse first Your rhymes are so bad they make me nerves hurt And if you wanna go home call a taxi cab Ritzy I know you’re mad ‘Cause your face is redder than a used maxi pad This is the first battle you ever lost That’s 2 in a ross I mean 2 in row Fuck tomorrow We’re battling tonight This is the battle of your life I’m white and I’m here to battle you’re right Here’s the mic, tell these people something they don’t know tonight .................................................. .................................................. ..... Pokemon Rap You catch S.T.D.s like pokemon You gotta catch ‘em all So come on It’s not farfetched at all Let’s go through the list You got gonorrhea, H.I.V. and syphilis It kinda makes you wanna slit your wrist Come on and take a sniff of this I’m getting kinda sick of this .................................................. .................................................. ..... Metaphors I don’t think you heard what I said before My metaphors Cut you like a set of whores Lyin’ down on a bed of swords In ten tennis courts I invented sports Cause I’m more amazin’ Than glazed raisins I’m like lightnin’ I’ll strike you twice before you even know you even know you’re dyke’s tight and The spiked titan I like fightin Lightin you up like Mike Tyson .................................................. .................................................. ..... You're Dissin Me In every single line you’re dissin’ me You’re tryin talk about flow When you know That you can’t even rhyme consistently My mind is tricking me Into thinkin’ I’m a victim of spina bifidee I mean spina bifida .................................................. .................................................. . The Clap Every time you stall there’s a pause in your rap The closest thing you’ll ever get to applause is the clap .................................................. .................................................. ..... Something Serious (sort of) Lyrically gifted On the mic I’m twisted Ryhmin’ words you didn’t know existed Listed cause I took I shot and missed it Distant bullet noises heard This city’s getting too absurd We got 12-year-old dealers actin’ soldiers Old ladies packin’ heat instead of drinkin’ Folgers 6-year old hookers on every corner Shit’s starting to get to her persona Pimp’s like “I fuckin’ own ya” Don’t make any money and your life is over I thought I told ya There’s something wrong here What’s going on here? I don’t belong here I need to get out of this town Pack my bags and say fuck this round Ima win the next fuckin battle You fuckin’ bitch you ride cocks like saddles I rhyme circles around you and leave you dizzy Like you got off a merry go round dude and smoked a spliffy .................................................. .................................................. ..... Drugs I got these drugs that I’m often on My habit’s off and on It’s something like a phenomenon .................................................. .................................................. ..... Christopher Reeve Is it Adam and Eve? Or Adam and Steve Fuck it Ima have at ‘em and leave Invite Christopher Reeve’s Crippled ass over For Christmas Eve and Passover .................................................. .................................................. ..... Asprin How do I rap? You ask My first task is to take a flask Full of asp-rin Quit askin why they call me the lyrical assassin I’m a miracle, you has been Ya fuck you Adam You’re more feminine than Eminem I should call you madam And I should call you miss You shouldn’t fuck with me I’m a lyrical genius You’re a lyrical punk and I got lyrical spunk You’re rhymes are bunk, yeah they lyrically stunk I’m a diamond in the rough, you’re puttin’ from the rough Somebody call the cops, I’m plugging up your throat with a lemon cough drop Drop top, red corvette runnin’ down a war vet Remember never forget |
"fuck ritzy 1/2" both whack pokemon whack, all the rest ill, i like dat shit man some funny some clever but missin never, u got some nice flows here, i see u aint as noobish as yo total post's sudjest's ill flave respect
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