ok rockingrhyme, aight:


[I]imma dash you like pepples without no strength thresholds//
so ya square ass can flow like circles//
you aint no mountain, you just mount-ing brown men//
you just fluroscent bitch, im blinding//
you dont know who you messing wid kid, my writing//
is like shaolin sirens, which attract monks to my empowerness//
ill short circuit wireselectrifry ya privates//
whilst having migrants rape you from ya behind bitch//
my flames ignite this thread with language//
which is re-written from the "rockinrhyme is gay" passage//
you get clapped wid da gats from my audiences hands bitch// (haha)
as SIZE=3]GrafiX[/SIZE] spits mathmatics n theorys to surpress ya chances//
to ever get successful from this rapshit[//
you make this rap-bored (board), the reason you exist is beyond all thought//
the 20 lines you write at expense shud be avoided at all cause// (cost)
extraterrestrials are afraid to pick you up, cus they might catch something fucked//
which is probaley crossed between antrax and syphilis//
my form is matrix, three hundred and sixty degrees of slow-motion text//
which when digest, can evaporate anyone, like rockinrhyme's breath//
vortex, hurricane blaze upon my great might[/B}//
and when rockinrhyme said, "prepare for the storm", skittles fell from the [B]sky