holden the pen to the pad as if it were my soul...
written shit down at a rate thats out'a control...
solid mind ready to grow show the world wut i behold...
multies an metaphores in'a rapped up towel ready to unfold...

{verse 1}

Im'a fuckin crazy soldja no tellin how im'a mold then kill ya/
scary as shit om the mic i cause rap artist's rap-aphobia/
i write the devils scripts lyrics so dark i cause a looner e-clipse/
i got punch lines that hit harder then your incomin closed fist/
save it bitch you cant handle my work call a lyrical docter/
in'a sentance you need a -verd- -adjective- -noun- now go write summin proper/
pickin on you clowns is maken me get crazy an hyper/
prohibitaded to girls in face is that why ya ass cyber/
cuz the girl you wanted turned you down said "i'd rather have her"/
Eventually everybodys gunna grow up but you still rhyme out'a luck/
got turned down by the "love god" so went gay an got ass fucked/
damn thats gross, iono wuts worse fakes or transexual hursts/
transexuals are normally prostituts or fake rappers waiten for the H-I-V bubble to burst/
didnt you learn in health class if you pee out green you shud prolly go get seen/
your a bums underwear selection no use in protection your never gunna be clean/
im'a paralize clowns wit lyrics that dislocate your spine to your brain/
spontanious aint i? your a lyrical dog waitin to be set free off yah chain/
disregarden yes, take me how you plez but my style will remain the same/

holden the pen to the pad as if it were my soul...
written shit down at a rate thats out'a control...
solid mind ready to grow show the world wut i behold...
multies an metaphores in'a rapped up towel ready to unfold...

{verse 2}

you couldnt elavate if i gave you a latter let alone hold in your blatter/
yo dawg wuz a matter me comen in the picture make yah world shatter/
im'a slice yah bitch stab you in the wind pipe cuz yah voice dont sound right/
be ya nightmare at night your a fat ass dont you go sayin your cut tight/
phoney artists sayen they gangsta then crossdresson for a nights work/
tell yah lyrics went bazurk fagget cat dick sucker you rather wear a damn skirt/
the next joint i make i'll give you a shout out long as you give me the doh in tha purse/
an if not i'll drop summin so hot it looks burnt an makes yah eye balls hurt/
I'ma show dis world im'a young work horse...
elavaten to exscape from written forced...
im spitten flames now...prepare to be torched...

holden the pen to the pad as if it were my soul...
written shit down at a rate thats out'a control...
solid mind ready to grow show the world wut i behold...
multies an metaphores in'a rapped up towel ready to unfold...

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Open Mics
The Weathers Art
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=108673
My Teenage Eyes
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/sho...threadid=104850
Secluded
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/sho...851#post1148851
Open Your Eyes
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/sho...461#post1157461