freestyle tryout


Raps get no respect, tho they do have a cause/
Ya girl uses ur filler lyrics ta pad her bras/

Ya wak as fuk n get bitch-slapped like chicks wit dildos/
Ur punches so "dull" dat ya "Dell" put up tinted "Windows"/

This fukin bitch likes hoes? Ur sweetness'll never set da mood right/
U couldn't "mack" a broad wit "Ronald" in a fukin food fight/

Rhymes waste space like fat folks who take up two seats/
Still ugly when it all falls down like make up on Tweet/

This cat's had it, call Brooklyn, another man is down/
I see where u got ur skill, nemore Micnificant hand-me-downs?

another freestyle

Ima rip out ya lungs n play keep away so u try ta catch ur breath/
This kid doesnt relize hes convulsing n hes ready 4 death/

Snipin ya waz easy done in one mission, im the lyrical boss/
Even if u shifted crucifixes u still wouldn't get ya point a cross/

So u wanna smile? then smile, but da votes'll shift ya face/
We all kno u only dropping bars cuz ya too weak ta lift da weights/

U don't use ya head, this ain't a game, so just let go/
Uu da type ta spit off a mountain n embarrass ya echo/

Expect nothing but professional legible i flow incredible/
Ya verbals r edible, that's why i turned this fruit into a vegetable/


and another

Im gonna slice this bitch up wit-exacted-precision/
This cat couldnt b ill wit-Magic's-condition/ (Magic Johnson)

Ya styles wack, u lack elevation u like a dick wit no circumcision/
Open ya incision, challenge me? time ta make u regret-the-decision/

It's plain ta c u just a hollow poser//
I'll drop this bar b4 we start like ridin on a roller coaster/

U gonna cop defeat, the stuff-you-said's an unjustly-bet
Cuz it's like celibate animal clinics, ya just cant fuck-with-vets//

Leavin wit teeth missin , i react ta emcees violent/
Put me in a room wit mutes , n i could break da silence /

Now da kids terminated , gathering every piece around him/
Desperately tryin ta pull himself together like da T-1000 /