forget talkin bout sad shit/ if i keep it up i wont stop thinkin bout it/ so fuck it/ im here to freestyle, ya'll hate to admit it/ but i can spit it better than most you bitgches in here/
im still livin in fear/ last nite my neighbour chased me down the streat wit an 18th century spear/ n when the cops showed up he said he was tryen to kill a dear/ that it was tresspasin and must a lost its way from the peer/ stupid bitch their aint no peer near here/ cops shoulda made his ass walk the line,
so wut if he blind, he woulda fell down cracked open his head n' start to tear/ 10 years for atemted murder, an extra 2 for bein fucked off beer/
ppl do anythin to lie, an old foke will rape a young bitch, then tell the police he a deph mute and cant here/ not even when the slut screamed "GET THE FUCK OFF ME" loud n clear/ right into his ear/ he wrote shit down on a piece a paper, he thought she'd said FUck me from the rear/
this is wut our societies come to, its 2003 an entire different year/ freaks all around us, we cant see em but they near/
I come home at 6am everynite/ drunk, head spinnin, sometimes forget left from right/ stole a skuter layen under a porch light/ walked up the stairs wit my knuckle wrapped round a lock, encase some1 walked out , then ide have to fight/ got away tho i was alrite/ until i turned around, 2 niggers runnin after me, the 3rd one on his bike/ they told me it belonged to they little brother Mike/
after that day/ i promised my self ide stop stealin n' start shoppin on Ebay/
try doin things the ligit way and pay/ all backfired as soon as i stepped foot into The Bay/ found myself a new pair of skates/ b4 i know it im bein chased/ rollerbladin to the Garden section to try and defend myself wit a rake/ opsticals all around, 1rst thing to go wuz a wedding cake/ this all started this mornin wen i woke up and decided to wake n bake/.......
lol damn the descisions i make/.......
Its moday nite and im plainin on drinkin/ just smoked crack, my left eye wont stop blinkin/ never do steroids I think my dicks shrinkin/ enda next year youll be abel to find a bigger set a balls on a fuckin chicken/
still waitin for my boy to get back from soccer/ riche mother fucker flies to all his games in a helicopter/ he's frum the county, we aint in the same surroundings/ if he lived here niggas would jump him, first thing theyd steal is his gold rings/ and worst of all other personal things/ (virginity)
So if you riche n you think yous a king/ visit Brooklyn, or even Comptin/
your face'll get kicked in/ wear the wrong colours and u bette start runnin/
Crips n' Bloods/ killin eachother just because/ got jumped 2 days ago for sayin "wut up cuz?"/ layin lifeless all bloody/ visions fuzzy/ pockets picked, mother fuckers took all my money/..........................

l-o-l , u're allowed too post one open mic per day