aiyo this is just my latest freestyle that I did just to practice my punchlines.
I need a dope crew, I will be hella active and will rep da crew to da fullest. I need a crew y'all...
tell me what ya think of my spit



I jump on da microphone and just start bustin/
U so wack u give me a headache and ultimately a concussion/
My brains rushin, my lyrical hands are touchin/
If ya wanna start a beef, I'll turn NOTHIN into somethin/
I'm so hot, dat I could burn out a a marijuana junkie/
I slapped your wife on top of her head so thats why she dumped me/
My rhymes are hillarious, I will have u crackin up like Humpty Dumpty/
Go to Foot Locker, get da hottest kicks and y'all cant RUN me/
Y'all need to heat up, cuz compared to me your shit is ice cold/
All da odds are against u, like Vegas and a Snake Eye dice roll/
I ain't givin a fuck, I'll walk under a ladder and down a rice roll/
Even if I get SARS, herpes, and AIDS I'm still gonna pull da nice hoes/
U couldnt make da fans THROW UP their hands if they swallowed their fingers/
I step off da mic, they have to spray off da stage wit a fire extinguisher/
Cuz I bring it so hot, like an oven or da sexiest pop singer/
Compared to me, your rhymes are walkin, while I linger/
I'm gonna end this shit abrupt like a highway wit a stop sign/
My rhymes are so fresh and clean dat Clorox couldnt mop mine/
Y'all can bite my rhymes, steal my shit, or even top my nine/
U got slippery fingers, but y'all still can't even drop a rhyme/

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<marquee>"Real lyricists don't even respect you or take you serious. It's not that we don't like you, we hate you, PERIOD."</marquee>