Ayo, so you were kicked outta school at age ten Nothin to do with a pen, you were touchin to many men But then again, I guess that's what lames be doin' Makin up stories, these points you ain't provin' This battle you already losin, I'm not movin' I know you be prayin' to God, but he aint answering ya prayers So one question for you, why did you edit out your swears? Now you catchin' harsh stares, I'm sorry I'm so critical But kids like you make me glad I'm analytical Then again you probably gonna have to look up the meaning Like a hot furnace, now I have you steaming Beat me today? Nah keep dreaming...
You thinking you hard with that avatar.You aint nuthin but a fuckin retard.On the net and the streets you think that you hard.But in reality you aint tagged no train cars.Just a wannabe graff kid that likes to talk shit.Everyone here just thinkin you should quit.You trying to rap but it comes out as shit and every other word you blowin out spit.So desperate for a battle you come out da blue.But you done messed up so try again fool.You like a pitbull cause you like to bite.But you like a poodle cause you bark but wont fight.
Hard? Nah I don't play into that E-thug game But your raps give the impression that you bring pain C'mon man, cars and hard doesn't even rhyme! So take another two days, write a clever line Instead of talkin bout how you wish to break my spine Ya know what fine, keep rhymin quit, shit, and spit Me, I'm immaculate, however you, you're inaccurate Blue and fool, once again...DOES NOT RHYME! Take a few weeks to write some shit, take your time Understand I get the feel that your verse is pre-written When I type, it's straight freestyle lines that I'm spittin' Well, actually typin', you and me, we're not fightin' You got it twisted though, and your similes are trash Next, you'll probably say you gotta chopper in the dash So type back, I'm just buggin' on ya not that serious Because me to you, well I'm the one that's impervious Too big of words? Go ahead and look up the definition I'm a dog you say, well you go so soft like a kitten...
Trying to say whats wrong with my flow. Look at your self with the lines that you stole. You telling me what does and what doesnt rhyme. You acting as if that you really not lieing. You aint really rappin you just complaining. You take it too serious but i was just playing. Your really just bitching inside of your raps contradicting this and that. I guess if you bitch its supposed to make me quit but sorry it aint just makes me have to shit.
aight. aight. enough with all the bullshit... ya'll call yourselves rappers. taggers? nothin.... Ill eat you up and spit you out.this aint no game... Ill fuck your girlfriend.your mom.yeah, im talking to you fame. F.A.M.E, you aint shit. just a fucking pussy... okay.alright. im going a little harsh.... im gonna end this shit before i make someone cry... so cya little bitches. peace out... bye
Lines that I stole? Nah man I don't bite I just work, blackbook, paint, and write Makin' up shit sayin I contradict myself I don't shoot guns and I don't have wealth Sayin' I'm serious when I'm also just playin' Calm down kid and quit misbehavin' These are just rhymes from the dome But I can write, so PM me for lines to loan And honestly, these rhymes..no hard feelings I like how you switched the way you type Now who is the one stealing?
Endoptimus Krime compiles beats and rhymes, while sketching up the next best design on a dime, leaving just enough time to throw up a peace sign to a mime who's sublime about the fact of time, stopping, minutes dropping from the air, dare fuck with these raps, bound to catch caps in ya' ass, real real fast, your once life becomes past, this dras-tic situation, leads most to menstration, but my evasion saves me, you choose procrastination, maybe if ya'll weren't masturbatin', you'd see me, flee the area, these raps right here are the ones that'll burry ya.....Peace
ok so word around town is i cant rap i cant front on real, so ill peal your fuckin cap back fill your gap with my 8 inch devistation take over your country, take over your nation sufferin from mass abrasions incisions with such precision my missions to bleed you out discover your facade deface you and leave you out declothesed and exposed to the cold of the world fucked up realty bubblin guts causes the urge to hurl go ahead boy, cuz the real world just hit so like your bitch, heres your chance, swallow or spit take this dick and treasure it cuz the next time you see this head itll be too far down your throat to measure it youll pleasure it with the tonsel excersizes youve been practicin emotions on the run but its plain to see your just actressin fakin another facade to expose declothesed in round two and your wet from the hose left to crystalize with thie ice and rot with the roaches cant begin to pray to god cuz im leavin you bitches hopeless focus and im beatin you nausious they call me unconscious cuz my verbal cyclones rip through your conscience its nonesense the way i rip your pennical with rhymes that fly so cynical and deliver an impact that retracts every last tentical not your average hot head, im chill until my skills are tested once i reach that i point your best options to get vested slappin you hoes silly makin you wet the willy all because you decided to fuck with colorado hill billys you bitches are gay thats without a doubt i can almost guarantee youd be down to smoke a pound of rainbow trout you and your gay pride parades wantin money, your fuckin funny, snatch the box and bump like bunny not your local easter egg huntin cunt puntin individual but the coke smokin joke totin locc tokin whos inadmittable im too smart for padded walls i shank my veins with fangs of fiber a liar filled with lighter fluid, sparked by contradicting advise despise the wise words that i speak and leave your style weak out of air holding your chest, gasping and grasping for tweak your drugs, but no love, i shrug, and look above your eyes, as if despise, helped destroy the once ties to your lies the bug, the clone, the second coming, the son of nothing should you believe what you concieve and trust this lust seed see im just caught up in the sex, i love hoes for their holes and if my numbers up next, im gonna fuck up their souls leave the pussy bloody and bruised just so i can feel enthused butter her baked biscuit, japanese bukake to feel amused im done with the free so feel free to count on me next time you need a flow just remember the (thr3e_0h_thr3e)
yo ill slice your throat, take a shit in the gash, lookin like hash turd sticky an black, fuck your life spent hitting the crack, diss me ill quickly attack, ur writtens are wack,
You talkin about how youve been there and back. who you tellin? i was inmate one twenty seven. lights went out at eleven. thought if i died. would i have a chance of goin to heaven? when the lights go out,you dont sleep. you think about how you cant eat. you think about your friends that you never meet. you think about if the girl will cheat. but what you really need is a mental relief. no such thing in a eight by five room. bascially a misdirected teenagers tomb. that night things went down in a boom. lights flashin,thoughts of dashin,dogs come slashin. cocaine,2 hours ago was in my brain. sittin down thinkin,going insane. goto juvie intake or make the break. over some childish mistake. went down in felonies. of what someone else was sellin me.
Continued.... So these thoughts are always compelling me You fucked up, you fucked up people be tellin me I wasn't even the one sellin' it B, that dude made a G A grand in the bank, still only get half a fuckin tank America's economy sank, but me I'm locked here Food not at my grasp, in a concrete cell my fear I should have been smart, and dashed like a deer I fucked up the school year, my job and future career I write letters daily and I watch the ink smear Curious if my words will make the girl shed a tear Wasn't even doing shit, yet got harassed by cops Got ourselves in a bind, in un-tangible knots Shit was hectic and absurd, sat my ass on the cold curb Asked me what my boy be smokin, what type of herb This shit was fucked up, truly didn't even deserve
just some punchlines your words are absurd and your verbs hold less meaning than a blind man seeing, you breath again and end up forever bleeding your punchlines lack meaning, yes i said it before. ill leave you internally bleeding leave begging and pleading for more even if you had a gun you aint pullin out, your like me during sex bustin in the pussy without a doubt. im just tryin to get her pregnant so i can procreate and dominate on these flows, forever glow, a shining star in the see of dark i inflame your fuckin heart without a spark your pre-written rhymes are weak, they fumblin like travis henry when you speak. your words carry less realness than a magician, youll need a lyrical technition to decypher my code and pass emisions ill wreck you with one line, seize your spine with one rhyme. it takes you more time to think of a comeback that it does for oprah winfrey to fit in a size 9 you might be in store for some hardcore doggy style action, askin for more, pussy swollen and torn, but still guaranteed satisfaction
Crusin Down the Street in my Drop Top, Got the Glock on my neck to make yo heart be stop. I pull this bitch with the quick ness, Then pray for forgivness, Anit no body ganna snitch if I play with the witness. Thought it got bad, It just got worse Im here to his you with a band new verse. (LOl Work In prgess)
uhh i freestyled sumthin yesterday but it alot of posts got deleated so ima try an remember it fuck ur town an its populis, leave it lookin like an apocolpse last buliding standing an im on top of it, my brain waves could topple it, but i need a sniper spot for kids, straight villen find the damsil in distress, an i pop her lip, to stop the bitch, drop her with, a rock or brick, put it down an swap it with, an axe to start choppin shit, throw body parts of a cliff, and if a get borde of gore, ill head towards your door, weildin swords of war, destroy the globe an restore the core, blacked out hoodie robin goods, like robin hood, steal from the rich, fuck the needy i cant aford the poor, giving aints its own reward for sure, rather meet a chick that i adore, get to know her an ignore the whores, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJz6WU8i0HA
hah, i dilapitate, decapitate, fuck i dont exagerate, a rhyming machine, yet with rhymes so pristine at the age of fifteen. nah you cant better me, im not even speaking theoretically, the sublimest with an ill lyrical chemistry, wont ever beat me, i wont even say it discreatly im the knig and not even old age will unseat me, uncrown me, you can get all your mates and surround me, hold my head under water and you still couldnt drown me, see, i free-style over the internet display my lyrical intellect, inject your veins, get you more lifted than a shot of propane, ill inspect your rhymes expose you as phony, ive got a shell harder than abalone, yeah had to dictionary that didnt ya, hopefully this rhyming tangent will not have got ridd-a-ya, BECAUSE ITS FOR FUN. YOYOYOYO.
embrace the ill identity, i am the answer disgrace until obscenity, i am the cancer divide and multiply slowly conquer your conscience obscure to mri's abruptly render the nonsense i am pen, from me ink flows like the platte ya'll whack, you couldn't hit flows swinging at sinks with bats peep the stats, my lyrical capability is filled with artillery enough shells to raise hell farewell to campaign Hillary introducing first since birth cursed to dwell this earth my thirst for bitch emcees can never be reversed submersed in the bullshit i seem to pull wit from pages of books, load words to form a full clip you see my tongue is the gun, mouth opens and slugs fly intellectuals are born when all the homo-thugs die no cries, only rejoice and finally souls are set free allow me to demonstrate trauma while i openly threaten thee.