You stayed modest? I'm gonna be honest, your 'hiphop' is balls you think esters verse comes from rap and adderall?. . . probably does but u rap like the product of crack and alcohol. . . referring to hiphop as 'the craft', fag, ester talks about male sodomy, but you're the one riding his shaft and sucking his balls. . . lol
i'm ester the bleeding artist, pity me, pity me noone wants you to sell your heart or your shitty artery you aren't an artist becuase noone understands you, shit's weak you aren't fooling me, or anyone else for that matter, G you shitty hipster art fag, right through you i see. noone wants your emo shit or your trendy jacked flows, to put it simply, ur done, crushed by someone with soul
This ass is losing me in mass confusion, My rhymes crack? Well Your's are past illusion, Shroomin, Halucinogenic too man, Makin' no sense, couldn't cop a food stamp. Dudes whack, considering what i've read, I laughed through that, yes indeed i master rap. My passion, craft, making all these bastards gasp. The boy 'busted' murdered dude with one attack. Don't spit homosexual, Im not with that, in fact, I just killed both of these broke back fags...
Yo yo check it whatchme spit I'll watch u get lit when I'm under a bridge doin ma fuckn thang I'll be eatin a fuckn chicken wing yea yea I see it when u see me u gonna fucken dread it I'll hurt you y'all know it's true my hands r fresh nd ma shorts is mesh this graff world is me Ima Neva let it be y'all can't keep up pass me dat cup n imma take a sip and u gonna take a hit yo
http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=the+stoup+instrumental&aq=f i stay vexed break in and chase vets til they inject me with stray pets sedative, cuss id rather be an apex predator, than a slave to my paychecks crediter and i spit with a pyroclastic flow, my biro's plastic blows, cuss i write with, a vice grip, an im a nice kid, if ur on the tip, but i might flip, grab my night stick, and get some precise hits, to u right ribs,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V97mVavDvpc&feature=related mind out walkin in central, run in to bum talkikn demented, ''give me a pound or ill stick a fork in ur temple'' dont park, 11 year olds will be stalking ur rental, got me paranoind of silloehtes, and hidden threats, every livin breath, im wishin death, situation got me buggin like a stick insect, tired of seeing kids disrespect, get into a of mess, with some prick out west, end up dead over a brick of ses blunts n beats as ever
Im Purpled out and that beat makes me feel like im on a mission lets go for a couple of burner down the road if you feel me and if you dont print my words and eat me fuck you and what youre thinking if im a hater then be it if you say i talkshit then say it but truth is, truth dont mathers cause nothing is true evrythings permited and if you come at me imma come at you first with couple of verses, uh straight up freestyole my fingers are dancing on the keyboard i see forward cause im right next to the sea, nature feels so good when you know how to apreciate it yall is just good to hate and destroy it purpled ouuuutttttttt
you kno i get that dough connect my ohs like tic tac toe.tryin to c mr e to the o. my cali fornia girl got that california love.an i lay into pillow .she the one im thinkn of.an to the competion u better claim ya girl.she might check back an ima rock her world.yea ima thrill her how can i make it cleara my only competition is that ***** in the mirra.mind ova matta. i mind my money.u think bout these presidents u think is funny.im spendin new money call em obamas.these haters teroristic call em osamas. cake is wat i get. cake is wat these girls giving me. money on my mind i b on my grizzely.there there there can your man make you cry. cuz i CAN MAKEyou cry FROM YA THIGHS AN OUT CHA EYES. ay baby . i am not a pill yet i am AE game b my aim you can i m me. my name be my aim. flow is i c e.my chain b the same . put ya lips on silent you aint gotta say a thing.jus rub on ya body mabaline.most girls treat me like a traamp . i mean they treat like a trampaline all dey do is bounce an scream.like the a bakery can i get cake. is the first of the month girl can i get paid.wanna swimm in ya ocean can i get waves? got you tugging on my cape like can i get saved?no. it aint happnin i am not a captain. but cha body cocaine. we can gett it krackin.you are like sushi hotta than jacuzzi. we can shoot a moovie.lights camera action. but i aint acting im so foreal ye im all about bank like im uncle fill call me pilsbery girl i get dough fereal.
Ths shit I spit most peoplehonestly cant even stand it Make youwant to walk off the edge of this fuckin planet Lifes test, night before I deffinatly crammed it in the cranium let me spit so you can understand it Consumers band it while underground cats demand it Scan it, spit raps not crap very often flip tracks Got a bad wrap stereotype s like dudes from Iraq oil turmoil often draw and put cans in my back pack crack shack boarded up , feinds they snort it up lyrical dope often kids confuse it with coke for their eardrums , often do this shit for un not a heafty son one third the size of pun black mop got paint on my shirt top to bottom im sure most people probably think im rotten not ganna stop and to and I agree probably purposly take your toonie Accidentally Too young to really know who im supposed ot be Caught up on girls, thrills, boose and weed meh i dont spit, ive never rapped at like party or nuthin but thats my best up thurr, it needs some tweakin, the flow gets fucked up near the end but whatever
When I kick one, shit son, you'd better head for cover/ Napalm and Nate's mom have always been my bread n' butter/ Easy kick freesteez, you could say it's like the bee's knees/ Now if only I'd come down off this acid so I could hit these keys/ But I don't see it happenin', these cats jaws are flappin' an'/ Like seran I get to rappen' em, securely I will fasten'em/ Hold em up in one place like a straight jacket/ It'd be an oxymoron if I called him a "straight faggot"?/ Move along, move along, there's nothing to see here/ How is it my judgement is clouded by my thoughts'll be clear?/ Not sure what I'm yammerin' about, hammerin' yer mouth/ Damagin' the South, your pelvis is in my bashinin' route/ And so it goes-- One pill, two pills, three pills, four/ You still alive kid, well then pop a couple more/ Yawwwwwn.
I feel you on the corner store tip Pass a couple whores with sore lips i'm too bored to score with To keep a door-to-door gig and ignore the poor kids Movin' from doors to porches, the reports are pointless Keep movin', my philosophy my vessel son, The ketel one levels with the smith n wesson gun, better run When it's settled, done, the gun's pointed at me, porn and caffeine got my life worn n' has-been, sure, all you joined and laughing Scan the bars for a poster or a coaster to rob Host it back to crib, tight ropes got me closer to god Kick the chair bitch Kick it
This dude gets me wet* My style gets so dark, cats think I've gone gothic. Don't bother me none if Emo kids think I'm a "hot topic". I appreciate the fanship, eating up your bandwith. Could give a fuck less who you run or you ran with. Such a little asshole, cut you off in traffic. Underground shit's blastin, flip you off while I'm laughin. My words be boomin' like they got shot at you by Guile. Cold as the blood in a reptile, styles harder than erectiles. Ive already walked 8, when am I finna reach the next mile? movin' on, stupid strong, i got the strength of a retard these cats talk a big game, but none of'em seem hard kick a couple keystyles, im sick of being bored dawg always wantin' more dawg, why's wakin' up such a chore yawl? boring, boring, snoring, snoring, you make it drizzle, ive got it pouring that's it. *yeah, I felt like plugging myself.. testing the waters.
it's autumn again same story in my head but instead i fought 'em again under the wires and pro keds where tires burn treads im digging my grave, making my bed im getting dirty money, yeah raking rye bread if history cycles, then i should make like the leaves, and proceed to be dead shoulda learned my lesson then, but i stood there instead.
yo kickin back wit a six pack fuckin any ugly bitch or ones that are fat cus you know how i do its always me and my crew my front compartment filled with condoms and a bottle of lube fuck what u say ***** do front with me cus im not afriad to pull the trigga my body looks so good its unimaginable like gods figure shot after shot always handlin my liqour fuck your boyfriend i bet my cocks bigger. and if he gets mad just let him know im not afriad to throw them hands i will put him in his spot just like a bike kickstand cus im white and i never freestyle and im coming up with this shit off the top of myhead and when i punch u in the face all i see is red ...homie
To ALL OF YOU FAGITS!!!! I'm not really badass but I'm not that nice either I'm not the one you follow I have never been a leader I'm not a fucking thug, I can barely hold a mic I cannot even rap, god dammit I'm white My voice is slightly squeeky and I'm averagely strong I'm born slightly skinny and I've never smoked a bong I live with my parents and mah sister and a pet So now I'm posting lousy rhymes on the internet
alright, check it... I'll leave this thread like I left the tape deck, busted Flow so rough I make wolverine's claws rust kid. trust in, strange figures in overcoats, use to write monsoon, reflectin how I overflow Never know the crow weeps for whom the bell tolls a simple reference, megadeth - metallica, whats the difference Pride & talent, now whose the sickest kid, forever flier than kid Icarus, spit a phrase I leave cunts blazing like syphilis, you catching this like left hooks to your temple....what the fuck happened? I snapped, started slashin and smashin, ripping shit up in any shape form or fashion start gnashing my teeth, racing death on a hell tiger I crack heads through hard hats, now watch me set this post on fire fixing to kidnap the sandman, I'm tired. just never forget, Lone gun for hire Night everone! -Ven
Yea, I wasn't digging the beat, but i'll forgive that. I couldn't hear you that well, so there's that.. My suggestion is if you can't fix that, just record an mp3 and share it, I think you'd get better sound quality.. who knows?