#1
Ay ay ay a freestyle rap thread is here
Shit be so hectic, bustling, my rhyme niggas hustling
My home boy snazz said we ain't got no drinks
So he went down to the store get some sweet ass beer

Now while this thread's premise may seem all well and good
Imma show it to ya, lay it out, while all the times are good cuz
Here's how we lyrical left left right
Nigga put up yo hands, surrender to this rap fight

Uhhh now fo the rest of y'all
Balls to big fo rap school
Betta drop some sick lyrics
So I make you look like a rap fool

Uh

(Your turn)
#2
Do I... do I speak into the microphone?
Quote by Trowzaa
I wish I was American.

~ A Rolling Potato Gathers No Moss ~
#3
Dis first reply here ain't even got the mic on
Well damn nigga yo rhymes be worse than trey shawn and yet
He rakin in the dollars with his life as a vet
But you know that he be drownin in that pussy debt
#5
You may get mad pay
But can you rap the right way
Simmerin with hunneys on my bass track all day

Speakin of rack
Watch out fo the trap
Cuz I compress my beats
So they get fat

Uh

You may that weaponised by a pussy hoarder
But really we all know he's an mlp plushy holder
I get my girls spinnin like a vhs
While I getting off, right on weaponised' mom's chest


Yeeeeah
#7
Ok let's back and forth
Your dick is so tiny its smaller than a dwarf's
Of course I use that poetically
Becausr dwarfs don't exist, except for midgets hypothetically

Ring ring
Oh wait that's you just speakin out into the microphone
Go home, study some music, cuz all I be hearin is yo ass trombone
Last edited by Spaztikko at May 7, 2013,
#9
I made one of these so you should delete this
Then I can soar in thread views like a G6
Sweet like Reeses
Hand on my pieces
Gonna kill you all
so call me Jesus
#10
I had a rap battle Pagan Poetry once. He was Poetic_P and I was EZG. It was fun.

Here was one of my favorite parts:
"I'm sober as they come, ain't touched a drink in 18 days
You must be high to face me, caught up in some haze
You want me to program better? Let me give you an example
System.out.print, bitch, ("My raps are ample");

I'm not a sapling, I'm a ****ing mighty oak
I'll lay you out with one simple keystroke
Keep trying to end this battle, I encourage it
Sooner or later some bitch gon' get hit"
Quote by Trowzaa
I wish I was American.

~ A Rolling Potato Gathers No Moss ~
Last edited by eGraham at May 7, 2013,
#11
Ay macashmack you know you can barely rap
A fat as river, polluted as **** yeah slow still has better flow
Than you could eva dream
I made my thread first so sit down
And quench yo thirst
Your masochistic rap hunger satisfied first uh
#12
Sticks and stones,
will break your bones.

But that ain't shit,
Compared to what I got store,
For all you chumps.

I'm a hungry bitch,
and I always want more,
I'm gonna eat all y'all for lunch.

Groupies come to the show,
They wanna get backstage at the venue.
But little do any of them know,
That they'll soon be on the menu.

Guy tries to hit on me,
Thinks he's a player,
After I digest him,
He'll be padding the layer,
of fat that rounds out my gut.

He shouldn't messed with me,
and now he'll digest in me.
How does it feel,
to be nothing but a meal,
for a hungry, horny slut?
There's no such thing; there never was. Where I am going you cannot follow me now.
#13
Rapping? What rubbish.
I find you uncultured, fool,
Haikus are better.
Quote by CV334

Sir, the contents of my mouth just blew all over my keyboard, desk, and part of my monitor. For the record, it was slightly chewed Keebler cookies and coffee slurry.

The average pitmonkey's response to my jokes.
#14
Ayo gurl your rhymes be bloody rippa
But that don't mean nothing, like janet jackson nip slippah
Because you know the way it is there is only winner
The fact that you're far far away from just a mere beginna

In fact yo words become so slick its like the nineteen fiftees
But your swank jacket and fedora don't mean that you have swag I'm
Crackin open a bag of twisties so
I think its right to say that you ain't yet got this in the bag

Your rhymes like verbal diarrhea
The sickness emnatin when I see ya
Like my ex girl gave me gonorrhea
Take ya down to the clinic in my dong they put the cleaner

Sanitary conditions is all that I been sayin
Get on yo knees start beggin please to the lord by prayin
Knocked out like a lamb in the mornin light
For yo daddy, you be bayin.
#15
Quote by Crofty89
Rapping? What rubbish.
I find you uncultured, fool,
Haikus are better.


Sometimes I write those.
Unfortunately this is
Not one of them.
There's no such thing; there never was. Where I am going you cannot follow me now.
#16
Quote by Spaztikko
Ay ay ay a freestyle rap thread is here
Shit be so hectic, bustling, my rhyme niggas hustling
My home boy snazz said we ain't got no drinks
So he went down to the store get some sweet ass beer

Now while this thread's premise may seem all well and good
Imma show it to ya, lay it out, while all the times are good cuz
Here's how we lyrical left left right
Nigga put up yo hands, surrender to this rap fight

Uhhh now fo the rest of y'all
Balls to big fo rap school
Betta drop some sick lyrics
So I make you look like a rap fool

Uh

(Your turn)


TS, try again. This thread sucks.

Did I do it right?
#17
Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?
Yo

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs,
But he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down,
The whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's choking how, everybody's joking now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that
Easy, no
He won't have it, he knows his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that but he's broke
He's so stagnant, he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again, yo
This whole rhapsody
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

[Hook:]
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo
(You better)

The soul's escaping, through this hole that is gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a new world order
A normal life is boring, but superstardom's close to post mortem
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's known as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water
His hoes don't want him no more, he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it's old partner but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da

[Hook]

No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this mother****ing roof off like two dogs caged
I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed
I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhyming and stepped right into the next cypher
Best believe somebody's paying the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
Cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers
And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard, and it's getting even harder
Trying to feed and water my seed, plus
Teeter totter caught up between being a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama's screaming on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot or I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mother****ing option, failure's not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
So here I go it's my shot.
Feet fail me not, this may be the only opportunity that I got

[Hook]

You can do anything you set your mind to, man
Sell and Promote your music TuneHub!



wy is yer mad at muy gramhar fer?


Quote by jimmyled
jimmybanks youre a genius.


aparently i ar smrt?
Quote by dyingLeper
jimmybanks youre a genius


GO SENS GO
#18
Quote by JimmyBanks6
Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?
Yo

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs,
But he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down,
The whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's choking how, everybody's joking now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that
Easy, no
He won't have it, he knows his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that but he's broke
He's so stagnant, he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again, yo
This whole rhapsody
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

[Hook:]
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo
(You better)

The soul's escaping, through this hole that is gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a new world order
A normal life is boring, but superstardom's close to post mortem
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's known as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water
His hoes don't want him no more, he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it's old partner but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da

[Hook]

No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this mother****ing roof off like two dogs caged
I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed
I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhyming and stepped right into the next cypher
Best believe somebody's paying the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
Cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers
And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard, and it's getting even harder
Trying to feed and water my seed, plus
Teeter totter caught up between being a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama's screaming on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot or I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mother****ing option, failure's not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
So here I go it's my shot.
Feet fail me not, this may be the only opportunity that I got

[Hook]

You can do anything you set your mind to, man


Wow dude, that's deep. I hope that someday you make it and they make a movie about you.
#19
CLosed the other thread cause Im a bro
But now i challenge you Spaztikko
You see you're
nothing but but a weirdo wrapped in dough
I should give you to Theogonia to eat you slow

But not before I cut you open
your girlfriend I was gropin'
And she still tryna message me
Her pussy filled with STD's
You're dick is probably shriveled,
I bring the rap war like it's civil
You think you can challenge me?
Spit your dribble.

#20
This is ******ed.
Someone farted.
Seriously, though.
This thread blows.
I am 12 and what is this?
I have to take a piss.
Your rhymes spread out like continental drift.
Do you even lift?
I got mad style.
My theme goes with everything like, like Guile.
Rap is about delivery, not a text file.
My fans gimme affection,
Like Dave Grohl in the comment section.
Your rhymes needs a disinfection.
My homeboys gimme protection,
Yours cant even follow directions.
Something something about guns, big rims, and jewelry,
Ain't nobody got time for your Tom Foolery.
Me your mom like Eric and Donna,
You and your girl like Chris and Rihanna.
Who are you? Bad Luck Brian?
Who am I?
Snoop Lion.
#21
m8 m8 m8
snazz n spaz wreckin this rap thread shit
mad compressin and crushin all the bits
i see macashmack more like macashtwat
making another thread
and his compressor aint even in the red, he said
"i'm gonna spit some weighty bars"
the only weighty thing you're getting is a par
from my fists, i never miss, you fuçkin wit a viking warrior
atop a mountain, hair blowin in the breeze
axe at the ready and my rhymes are nice and steady
i'm open source you get my beats for free
quote this post and hmu if u agree
#22
Quote by captainsnazz
m8 m8 m8
snazz n spaz wreckin this rap thread shit
mad compressin and crushin all the bits
i see macashmack more like macashtwat
making another thread
and his compressor aint even in the red, he said
"i'm gonna spit some weighty bars"
the only weighty thing you're getting is a par
from my fists, i never miss, you fuçkin wit a viking warrior
atop a mountain, hair blowin in the breeze
axe at the ready and my rhymes are nice and steady
i'm open source you get my beats for free
quote this post and hmu if u agree


Fam, you think that was hard?
You ain't got no bars
Mans spitting at 3/4
I merk the club when I walk through the doors
You ain't a viking- but we all know you you be tryin'
The most scandanavian thing about you
are the meatballs in your mouth
and the blonde gal in your house.
But we all know she's your mother
so I've gotta leave this thread
to do her up the rudder.
#23
I'm BIG T with the happy feet
I got the rhymes with the chimes
So drop it to the floor make that ass shake
Light a cigarette drop it to the ashtray
And do it like we do it on the disco channel
The ladies love it when I wear flannel
What can I say I'm a ladies man
It's because I'm a gentleman
I got one life to live
But I've got one way to die and that is through my rap music
So come and get funky with me baby
Come and get wild with me like you got no decency
Cuz I'm BIG T and I rocked this recently
That's because I'm a party animal
This is who I am so don't give five fingers to the face.
#24
Yo Yo check it aigh,

In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys, they were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-air"

I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
License plate said "fresh" and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought nah, forget it, yo homes to Bel-air!

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby "Yo, homes smell you later!"
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-air.........

And then I dropped the mic


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jt-bTt7fYas
Last edited by kertets at May 7, 2013,
#25
booty, butt, crack and cheeks
bend on down and give us a peek

That's all I got
BOOM-SHAKALAKALAKA-BOOM-SHAKALAKUNGA
#26
Quote by snipelfritz
booty, butt, crack and cheeks
bend on down and give us a peek

That's all I got



I like it
#27
*begins beat*

♫ Uh, uh, yeah, aiiight, yeah, uh, uh, ok, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, you ready? Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh, aiight, aiight, yeah, uh, uh, what? Uh, yeah, uh, uh, aiight, yeah, yeah, uh, uh, yeah, uh, what? Aiight, yeah, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, aiight, yeah, yeah, uh, uh, yeah, uh, aiight, what? What? Yeah, uh, uh, yeah, what? Yeah, uh, uh, aiight, aiight, you ready? Yeah, uh, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, aiight, yeah, uh, uh, what? Yeah. ♫
Quote by snipelfritz
You lost me at "Lubricate."

I'm raw, like nature. Nature boy. Big jungle leaves are my cum rags.

Sometimes I fuck a bamboo shoot.


There's nothing left here to be saved
Just barreling dogs and barking trains
Another year lost to the blue line
#28
Yo yo, it's LostLegion representin' the 303
Like Lincoln I'm going down in history
I make MCs feel like it's a crime to rhyme and that they're weak
My flow's so mothafuckin fresh it can make a mime speak.
#29
I rapped every single one of these posts in my head with a rap beat behind it.

And I must say I approve of this thread.
#30
Yeah motherfuckers, you thought I was finished
But nothing can silence the truly ambitious
My flow's so unpredictable like a case of diahhorea
My victims want a clap but all they get is some gonorrhea
I'll pop your spinal cord with ease, like bubblewrap
I'll hop you to the floor in your dreams, broken kneecaps
You'll succumb to the pain that I inflicted on you
Worse than being in Auschwitz, while you're a jew
In the rap game you're not fit, you don't have a clue
You're like a clit, I eat you for food.
Yo, I was talking to my niggas up there in Asia
And they were saying my style's as tight as a baby's vagina.
#31
When it comes to the c0ck, I bust up shots,
two drops of that iodine squat'll make you tip top.
Then turn you into goo by the sound of my black glock,
the gun that goes pop pop, while a couple dumbbros smoke pounds of that yum pot.

I'm over and out into trees and palm sights,
i reiterate complexities of nature by the scope of a gun fight.
Or run flight to catch up to fun kites that'll fly so high,
god'll have to swat you like a small fly with divine right.

Kick me in the groin to pass me by,
or i'll grab you by your eye lids n swing you over the sky
so fast it'll make you blind, take your time to gather thoughts so prime,
it'll distinguish you through covert ops that'll be forgotten in the sands of time.
Most of the important things


in the world have been accomplished


by people who have kept on


trying when there seemed to be no hope at all
#32
Quote by Nelsean
When it comes to the c0ck, I bust up shots,
two drops of that iodine squat'll make you tip top.
Then turn you into goo by the sound of my black glock,
the gun that goes pop pop, while a couple dumbbros smoke pounds of that yum pot.

I'm over and out into trees and palm sights,
i reiterate complexities of nature by the scope of a gun fight.
Or run flight to catch up to fun kites that'll fly so high,
god'll have to swat you like a small fly with divine right.

Kick me in the groin to pass me by,
or i'll grab you by your eye lids n swing you over the sky
so fast it'll make you blind, take your time to gather thoughts so prime,
it'll distinguish you through covert ops that'll be forgotten in the sands of time.


I'mma tell you this for your own benefit
Your shit was dope as hell
Specially when you wrote 90 percent of it
What you need to do is practice on your freestyles
But you come up missing like Snoop Doggs police files
This type never was talked that I'm spittin
Be hittin
You gonna pray to God this shit was written
But it wasn't
I'll kill a dozen rappers when I'm buzzin
Beat your ass like a jealous husband
Quote by progdude93
my fetish is dudes with dicks small enough to pee on their own sacks.
Last edited by Jostry at May 7, 2013,
#33
Quote by Jostry
I'mma tell you this for your own benefit
Your shit was dope as hell
Specially when you wrote 90 percent of it
What you need to do is practice on your freestyles
But you come up missing like Snoop Doggs police files
This type never was talked that I'm spittin
Be hittin
You gonna pray to God this shit was written
But it wasn't
I'll kill a dozen rappers when I'm buzzin
Beat your ass like a jealous husband


Hold the phone before your battered to bone
crushed to dust n left for death under your home
i'm over-imposed, oversimplified, and over controlled
as a matter of fact, you spit lyrics like your ready to fold
i'm ready like gold, shine so bright you'll need sunglasses to control my scope
your over like plow and i'm progressive like flow
so learn how to rap before you mess with a pro
Most of the important things


in the world have been accomplished


by people who have kept on


trying when there seemed to be no hope at all
#34
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a living and a killing off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack
I'm an MC still as honest
But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
The exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing
That I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a Maxipad
It's actually disastrously bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as

I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since
MC's get taken to school with this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme
Now I lead a new school full of students
Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-
-W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of shame
You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?

'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I should not be woken
I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating
But I got your mom deep throating
I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle
I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me, my honesty's brutal
But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come trying to,
Censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Marshall Mathers LP
One where I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I've
Morphed into an immortal coming through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows
You're like normal, fuck being normal
And I just bought a new Raygun from the future
To just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Maywhether’s pad
Singin' to a man while they played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day
"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"
Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm made of rubber
So that anything you saying ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm never stating, more than never demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'd be celebrating
Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make elevator music
Oh, he's too mainstream
Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it
I don't know how to make songs like that
I don't know what words to use
Let me know when it occurs to you
While I’m ripping any one of these verses diverse as you
It’s curtains, I’m inadvertently hurtin' you
How many verses I gotta murder to,
Prove that if you're half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too uh!
School flunkie, pill junky
But look at the accolades the skills brung me
Full of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues
But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky
But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils, here's what they want from me
They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred that I had
Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the discrimination
But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Don't mistake it for Satan
It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas
And take a vacation to trip a broad
And make her fall on her face and don't be a ******
Be a king? Think not, why be a king when you can be a God?
#35
I took me so long to realise this was a bump

Was so disappointed it was
A poem.
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