ayo im killin this shit everyday i wake.........
so fukk tha haterz they alwayz gon hate....
but i spit these lines off tha top off tha head....
wanna hate on me,youd be better off dead.....
cause i dont give a fukk,ill skull fukk ya wit a gun....
i ate too much acid,now this shitz just gettin fun...
becuz i pop hitz so quik,tha shitz sikk...
my eyes dialate,yall can tell im fukked....
cause im walkin round here,wit my glock untucked....
too many little tabz,disruptin my nerves....
and too think ,is this wut my brain deserves....
but nope i keep doin it,i just dont care......
shit im seein thingz,that r not really there.....
so i took out my switch blade,and made an escape.....
but wut wuz i runnin from.?man im way to baked.....
mabe if i lay down,i can spit like a reptile....
i was right about one thing,my puke was projectile...
and that a frestyle bout how fukked up drugz r......
cause they mess wit yer mind,like when i drop barz....

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It's Murdah now, not murder.

Damn!!!..( id idnt know this was a diss cypher)

Folks hissin at me like a pit full of snakes..//
I got their head in my palms..SMASHING EM..like a fist full of grapes..//
Its tha risk FOOLS would take..tryin ta get a break..off of my namesake..//
My fames great..//
you know..sumthan like when I changes fates...an expose tha wink link before tha chain breaks..//
Im insain...WAIT!!!..cuz I am the rap version of the bible..//
Cuz I can bless a sinner an give you guidance for survival!!!!

Hah!!!
Free textin is a mutha...SERIOUS!!

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Chickity check, Im soon to run rapverse/ send off cprog and strobe in a black herse/ My verse is so dope I break buds on it/ In the booth every cuts strong hits/ If you hate but think my shits tight/ Thats not hating thats dick ride/ My visions clouded but the futures in sight/ Your crews like a farm that only grows herbs/ I thought vanilla ice was bad before I read this hoes verse/ The rap game seems to be in a shit status/ With bitch fakers/ Who think there top shit/ With there vehicles and rocked wrist/ But the truth is they hired that shit for there film clip/

blooaaooah

~Superiour cypher~

~F-D~

Checkity check i pimp and rhyme intense too
Im the type to kill with a clock so times against you
I deliver fatal blows to your nose three times
Nock out your naval fast like speed lines
Im just another rapper that talks bout murder
But doesn't do it, still take psycosis a step further
Lately Ive been making people hate me
iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaaa..... evil lady
Sorry mo fuckas my bad that was a typo
Cant be stuffed correcting plus itd reck my nice flow
Im a general so If i cant be bothered to distroy you
I send the signal to my soldiers and deploy crew
So dont think its cause I am trying to avoid you
Fuck fi-del I the one that types the superior cypher
So much bars writ in this shit that im the wearier writter
Check im mudering text while you avoid battles like conservative vets
Think you got dope punches but there hurting us less


woot woot

things just ponder in my head,
nothing to special not to deep but something must be said,
i got things popin around like bread popin out the toaster like bread,
matta fact make it wonder bread, its bout 10 o'clock,
on this sunday not a church, just thinkin bout wuts really hot,
should i say something bout u takin this piss like that r kelly tape,
or just explain how i'm new to this site but really to commite lyrical crimes like rape,
duno but i'm sure wut ever it is, it was meant to be my fate

1st freestyle of the day I know these catz is anxious./
Some thinking I just another weak rapper, the doubts I thank ya./

Shells will spank ya, leave you slumped in ya 2 seater./
I father 2 sons, I talking bout my 2 heaters./

And I keep 2 divas, Both got 2 Visa's./
2 American Express Cards, All I buy is new sneakers./

Not the type to base my raps on what I'm holdin under the Black tee./
Just Know I come stapped in the back like High Top D.C./ (Air Force One's)

Yeah Ya life ain't easy, but how would you desrcibe mine./
Got the oven on blast to warm the house, moms bout to lose her mind./

Even though my pops was locked up, he home now./
We don't hug, no daps, shit I grown now./

But I'm here to prove them all wrong, Shells Strong./
GunnersVille is my hood, where the good die young./

Just what I was feelin at the time....Scream at me

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- Only Time Shells Fall To The Ground Is If They Fresh Out The Barrell - Jon Shells

CLICKITY CLANK CLICKITY CLANK THE MONEY GOES IN TO MY PIGGY BANK
CLICKITY CLANK CLICKITY CLANK THE MONEY GOES IN TO MY PIGGY BANK
I GET AT YOU MAN I CAP YOU AND YA FRIENDS
I GET AT YOU MUTHAFUCKA COME AGAIN

ok let me stop bullshittin' with this rap shit
i lay ya muthafuckin guts on ya lap bitch
young rambo in the streetz- on the mic they call me MANSON
the sand man -i'll take ya fuckin fingers off ya hand man
Yup! Yup! Im jus that type of fellow yet mellow
on the block u can catch me ballin like carmelo
and i stay wit a bad ass bitch in stillettos
5'5 brown eyes long hair -i neva settle
i'll take ya bitch 2,gotta problem? we can settle
what u kno about this gangsta shit
i'll put some holes in ya ass or else i'll shank ya shit
be careful if ever u fuckin wit a hood ass jankie bitch
wake up the next day the bitch jus jacked ya shit...

alright girl good job now bring it to me!

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Nigga Im Nasty My Style Is Sound Porn !

Ayo da mics shredded inta unrecognisable bits
da mics part of my life so im relying on this
I grasp it, clutch it n hold it tightly
When I bust it shit dont go too lightly
Theres no beat...im just on da accapaella
I dont need to hold heat...I just smack a fella
Full faced till his nose bleed n eyes break
If ya cant be down for me..then u aint my mate
Enter me in a battle n im desting to earn respect
Wit hot punchlines that'll blaze ya hair n burn ya neck...

Goin against me,you ~takin a risk~
and if u try ta stunt durin da fight against me,you'll be ~takin some clips~
and so u wont lie ta others,we'll be ~takin ya lips~
and takin ya life if u think for 1 second dat we're ~fakin our spits~
makin a fist at u mothafuckas who ~act hard~
believe me,we'll ~clap yall~right in ya front or ~backyard~like ~dat dawg~
Look komie,we aint ~playin da games~
we just get da glocks out without talkin or ~sayin da names~
and bring ya girl,you'll just ~lay wit ya dames~
so I advice yall ta think twice if u wanna ~stay in ya frames~
Be cool or they'll be ~somthin crackin~
and we da type of Gs dat'll pop ya then walk away like ~nothin happened~

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Horrorflick Entertainment.............
~The Future of Hip Hop is Now~

Im sick of these bitches that think there hell tight
There like " Im so gankstuh I dun haf ta spell right"
Man the shits more played out than the simpsons
Today kadozar made a thread saying he raps for income
Yea, right couldn't sell the shit fa free
The punks just a fake bitch ta me
I been rapping for almost a couple of years
I spit lines that trouble the queers & double ya fears
But sometimes spit like that just to rhyme
So many thoughts when I rap Ive got a clustered mind

ppppppppppffffffffttt wack

my flow is tight unlike tha kid above me, he loose
a fat kid sittin by his computer bendin ova to tie his shoe
i'll murk u, dont like what i said? set up a battle kid
or u'll jus be owned by a newb named stylez, BITCH

but dont take it personal, no hard feelinz from this nigga
im jus spittin of tha dome in dis cypher my nigga
write up sum new shit, maybe u'll be as good as me
but until then, stop speakin, u a walkin blasphimy

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i'll play on ya consience, ya contents is complete nonsense
speak of biting, then you fucks flip everyone of my damn concepts
what the fuck, was you high..?
did you think i wouldn't recognize lines that i made
then you come up some bullshit tryna prove that im gay...!
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fake fucks..move on...!