im too fresh, fuck wit me and get your flesh cut/
too good to test, im the best, stab you and say the knifes stuck/
im dope cuz im lyrically wise/
put slugz into individual lifes/
like krs i got the criminal mind/
so hardcore might as well say im sprayin violent/
put this knife to your neck and pretend im playin the violin/
my slugs will violate/
my styles great/
expire your faith/
make you retire your space/
i got the best words to boost ya/
i got a friend named tech cant wait to introduce ya/
give you a round hole like the ring/
metaphores got peeps thinkin i speak the language of Beijing/
i bust like the male reproductive organ/
my slugs will leave productive rappaz snorin/
i spit like how thunder bust/
slugs will leave you in a slumber, cous/
im nutty like professor Klumps/
im a squeeze you and eject your guts/
let you hear the mag's prcious hums/
so sick that biters infect their gums/
im a let these emcees know whats it like offendin me/
fuck wit me and ill leave you restin G/
poetic tendencies prove that im sicker than a sneeze/
i often squeeze/
not lettin you seize/
your weaponry/
i bust recklessly/

thanks 4 da feedback. anybody else got somethin to say.

gimme some feedback plz.

IM FEELIN' IT CUTTY. YOU GET DOWN. I'LL KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR YOUR SHIT IN THE FUTURE. IN THE MEANTIME, CHECK MY VERSES AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK.

SUPERVILLAIN......OF THE CRHYME SINDICATE

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Quote:

Originally Posted by Nick Fletcher. I don't drive an Eclipse, they're chickmobiles.

QUESTION: Is it even possible to improve upon perfection???
ANSWER: CRHYME SINDICATE



"I remember this one time I thought I was wrong........but I was mistaken." -Unknown




R.I.P. Jonathan "ONE MAN BAND/TERUMOTO" Nigro. Goodbye brother. God bless the dead. One love.

[dis aint a real battle, dis jus a scrimage/
ur too weak blud u need popeye spinach/
dont talk gangsta when u know ur shook/
u jus a worm caught on my big fishin hook/
my vocals are like a clip/
and u gettin shot wit every ryme dat i spit/
while u mamma lick clit/
fat lesbian bitch/
but she always got time for a suck on my shit/
u pirate lyrics like long jon silver/
if ur girl wants it on time u know i'll deliver/
and when its all said and done ive won dis time/
i know u cat lyrics but dont cat mine/
so u can swing ur best lyrical punch/
and ill dislocate ur wrists and hav ur fists for lunch/

gimme sum feedback

l-kay i was feelin that

l kay that was alright