Skidz Rap
#1
Posted 04 December 2008 - 09:51 PM
PDM, if all you wanted me to move it, I would have done that. I thought you just didn't want the rap at all. I just don't want any bitching about my post count raising because it's here.
I'm just gonna smoke some bongs and write, so sorry if this shit is bad.
What's up with this forum, people I'm getting some bored lately
I'm thinking of doing some shit to get you to go and hate me, again
To tell the truth, I liked the shit better then
This place was funnier, come on let's kick that sick shit again
You bitches get a hysterectomy, disrespecting me
You wanna feel the full effect of me, hand a tech to me
Intellectually superior, I'll make the whack wearier
Inferior, deterior-rate, like bacteria
Materially, killing serially, clearly you'll see
How much in fear when you hear me you'll be, in
Shiver and shake, quiver and quake
Bite a rhyme and rip it off then stiffer and ache, whither and break
You slithering snake, gibbering fake, fibbering flake
I'll twist you into a different shape
And toss you in Michigan Lake, for fisherman sake
If this is a dream you'd wish you can wake
Every diss you can take, personal
We ain't friends trying to make amends
If you ain't ever stole a gate you can take a fence
I make intense masterpieces and smash to pieces
Your last releases, you bad diseases, that's the reason
I'm showing you the proper way to operate a mic
So pass it like a hot potato
I've never been less than clever and fresh
Severing flesh of PDM, who's never impressed, I can confess
#3
Posted 04 December 2008 - 10:05 PM
#4
Posted 04 December 2008 - 10:11 PM
But if you're asking asking to battle, then bitch ou're asking to die
I don't care if I brag alot, damn I totally earned it
I'll kill you, come to funeral, then strangle you just to confirm it
#5
Posted 06 December 2008 - 12:29 AM
Smaller words bro.
#6
Posted 06 December 2008 - 02:41 AM
Of Tylenol 3, and talk about how violent I'll be
Give me eleven Excederin and my head'll spin
Medicine'll get me revvin like a 747 jet engine
Scratched my balls til I shredded skin
"Doctor, check this rash, look how red it's been"
"It's probably AIDS!" Forget it then
I strike a still pose and hit you with some ill flows
That don't even make sense, like dykes using dildos
#7
Posted 25 December 2008 - 05:12 PM
I've lost interest now, so back to my fapping.
#9
Posted 24 January 2009 - 10:34 AM
Nickle nine at my waist, God done lost faith
Angels greet me but I don't reply back
Just show me to my quarters, and oh yeah, where's Pac at?
Analyze the strength of my game, like Lee Corso
Call me a lost soul, with a vest on my torso
And of course, yo, y'all know I'm no stranger to danger
Like Christ in a manger, feel a whole range of my anger
I breathe down **** so hard you can see sound
And beat down these rap clowns in like three rounds
My pen 'bout as sharp as a dagger, walk with a swagger
Tie your wife to the back of a black Jag and I drag her
Ten blocks, untie the ***** and I still bag her
Give her a smack in the ass and a six pack of lager
My **** go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel
My flows spill like usin the wrong end of a funnel
#10
Posted 24 January 2009 - 10:53 AM
(argh...rap...)
Shut the **** up, you'll get warned next time.
G-DUB 3000
#11
Posted 25 January 2009 - 12:26 AM
-Someone Else
#14
Posted 25 January 2009 - 12:50 AM
Sephiroth, on Jan 24 2009, 08:34 AM, said:
Nickle nine at my waist, God done lost faith
Angels greet me but I don't reply back
Just show me to my quarters, and oh yeah, where's Pac at?
Analyze the strength of my game, like Lee Corso
Call me a lost soul, with a vest on my torso
And of course, yo, y'all know I'm no stranger to danger
Like Christ in a manger, feel a whole range of my anger
I breathe down **** so hard you can see sound
And beat down these rap clowns in like three rounds
My pen 'bout as sharp as a dagger, walk with a swagger
Tie your wife to the back of a black Jag and I drag her
Ten blocks, untie the ***** and I still bag her
Give her a smack in the ass and a six pack of lager
My **** go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel
My flows spill like usin the wrong end of a funnel
Wait.
Don't tell me.
.....he's back?
#16
Posted 25 January 2009 - 07:55 AM
Outta social norms for to long, evolved wrong
Spitt enough fluids to dissolve tounges...ya hear?
I paint pictures, holy like saint fixtures
My words bring double the pain, like raped sisters
Take scriptures, shout 'em at the top of ya lung
Too derranged, ain't stoppin' for none
Coppin' ya funds, body rockin' till I'm numb
I don't need a beat, so I drop it...DONE
Watch 'em run, I love the chase
Where you goin' girl? You should pump ya breaks
No stunts and fakes, I am what you see
A legend in the ``bizz``, what I plan ta be
Samantha be yellin' but I ain't ever calmed down
Runnin' to the city of dreams from a small town
I see ya mouth move, don't approve? so what
Step to the side, there is no room on my nuts
Face it ***** , you'll get replaced and chopped
My two hands on your ****ing face like a watch
Straight freak on you fam, dismember your frame
N' Leave an axe in your brain so you remember my name
Hey Miley...
I got a question to make, why wont you let me create?
I ****in bet ill be great! Until im seventy eight
Hip been metal replaced, get a pension from state
And my medicine takes eleven chemists to make
#17
Posted 25 January 2009 - 01:16 PM
I guess he wasn't hearin me
I'm beyond this peon, he`s scared of me
Apparently he don't see that he don't compare to me
Cause he ain't remain silent like TI`s security
It's clear to me, I done ****ed up my own past
So take your little comments, and shove them up your ass
Followed by the oohs and ahhs, your foolish pride
Done ****ed around and put you on the losing side
Who got bodied?
***** if you sick, then I'm a hot topic
Coke flow I spit so much Whitney I got Bobby
I'ma sound off, this faygots a clown y`all
50 *****es with him wearing jeri curls hoping out a clown car
Show's over, Bozo, no mo, I'm back
Time to face the music
I'ma just straight abuse him
He choose to, diss
But he don't want what he gettin
While he spittin funny ****
I'm gettin money *****
Come on, I'm a product of my environment
He ain't gotta try to bring Krueger out of retirement
He go at me, I hit him ASAP, take that
Get shot up, like a cap gun at a racetrack
He probably from the part of his city, where the gays at
Where the ***s migrate, and give each other AIDS at
They told me that you ain't the pistol type
So yo, you know to me that means that you a Frisco dyke
Get you a whoppin like Whoopi
You`re steppin in another circle
I wear Purple Label, you just wear the color purple
Everything about your name yo, represents
Everything hoe, and every color in the rainbow
Sayin Mel's name`ll get you strangled
Let my girl rest, or I bet you, you'll be sleepin with the angels
You show you ain't got respect
Soon as you diss me so sudden
So when you bow, it better look like you toe touchin
I'm so ****in ridiculous wit the flow, cousin
I bag heat, and I will give you the whole oven
Coke, heroine, flour, **** it the whole cupboard
No publishin for this, **** it I'm so stubborn
I threw the bait, you took it, I'm on a boat buzzin
Reelin you in, tryin to eat you before you do nothing
[Bleep]...you...Swedishfish!
#20
Posted 25 January 2009 - 10:01 PM
Miley Cyrus, on Jan 25 2009, 09:42 PM, said:
You know I love you :D
Good. If you didn`t, I`d have to mentally rape you like I did with that last rap to Swedish. Come on...no one`s touching that flow.
See people need to understand, rap isn`t just about rhyming words. It has flow, it has structure, it has clever wording, it has rhyme schemes that are all over the place but are crazy as hell. Listen to The Sauce by Eminem. People say rap can be made by anybody. If anybody here can spit something that hot, I will literally send them my PS3 and my new 42 inch Sony. It`s not just...
Bang bang, shoot him up
I got money, I got ****ed
Last night, by some bitch
Yeah, I`m gonna scratch an itch
He--well, you get the idea.
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Releasin rage on anybody in squeezing range
Cold enough to make the seasons change into freezing rain
(He's insane) No I'm not, I just want to shoot up and I`m pissed off
Cause I can`t find a decent vain
Those are called multi`s. Where the same rhyming sound is used multiple times in each line and or bar. Say it out loud. It sounds...good. Now please, somebody write a full verse of multi`s like that ``wanna feel the full effect of me, hand a tech to me`` verse. Oh, that`s right, you can`t, because rap DOES take talent fuckwads.
Now that I think of it, I should have just used that verse as an example of a multi.
PS. [snip] How about no? And no more filter by-passes.
Sorry, but arrogant people who think all rap is is Ja Rule and 50 Cent annoy me.
#21
Posted 26 January 2009 - 12:43 AM
Sephiroth, on Jan 25 2009, 05:55 AM, said:
I love me some good stcky bricks. :D
wate wut
#22
Posted 26 January 2009 - 08:56 AM
And because PDM asked me so kindly (and he seems to be the only person still taking a liking to me here (except you Toasty....that`s right, just get comfertable...and undressed)), to try and not swear in my creative writing peices. I believe that any art without total expression is bull****, but he did ask nicely, and we`ve had oh so many nice MSN conversations, so I guess I could try.
I'm flabergasted off two tabs of acid
Threw my baby's mother in a nap sack and latched it
*cough*multis*cough*
I'm e-mailing you, at the wrong website
Mispelling you, break you and put the fear of hell in you
Escape above you, stuff the nurse in a purse
Skidzorz, a perverted version of birth
Driving off, leaving the murdered virgin at church
The first person searching the earth for the mother****er
That pulled the plug when they shoulda alerted the surgeon first
#24
Posted 28 January 2009 - 03:00 PM
Nurse in a purse
Version of birth
Virgin at church
First person
Surgeon first
#25
Posted 29 January 2009 - 12:40 PM
Well, if you ever ever make it to my city
Ask about me
You're lucks over
Cause all you tried to do was be famous
So now your famous forum wide for gettin fucked over
I'm the King of Kingston, I'm the King of the Kings
The King of the ring, cause y'all *****es be swingin the sting
I'm doin my thing, you only worth TWO of my rings
It's you and my team, at war for tryin to ruin my reign
Get it right, I'm over your block and I must succeed
I don't know how much you need, but it's more than you got
These gangsters rippin and robbin with the fifth in the closet
Cause y'all bitches ignorant logic got you slippin and dodgin
We bring to a violent halt whatever beef we have
I hate losin, so you'll probably never see me mad
Just here to rewind it back to where time had begun
It's the size of the gun, the trigger and the rider behind it
I'm the King of the throne, I stood up to sing you a song
To get the platinum plaques back to the city, bring it home
#26
Posted 29 January 2009 - 01:12 PM
kekeke I make myself guffaw.
#28
Posted 30 January 2009 - 11:50 AM
It takes six minutes to get applause
And by the time you all catch on, I'ma end your career
And walk away with the whole floor so you have nothin to fall back on!
I'll throw you off of ten floors ...
Pull a ****in headache outta my head, and put it in yours
I'm indoors, waitin for this acid to seep in my skin pores
To go outdoors and do some in-stores
This ***** wanted to blow me, I said, "It oughta happen.
You swallow cum *****?" "No, but I brought a napkin"
I'm not a fact, I'ma proven fear
Mr. Rogers blocked up my U-haul screamin,
"Wait, wait, wait.. you ain't movin here!"
Lorena Bobbitt, c'mere, want a souveneir?
I've been high as ****, since I was a juvi-neer
Juvenile? Same difference -- I need some 'caine
Cause I ain't sniffed since I woke up the seven slain infants
Brain implants and they say there's a slim chance
I won't stay the same cause I traded brains with a chimpanz'
What the [drift]...
I found that in an old scrapbook. lol
#29
Posted 31 January 2009 - 12:57 AM
Blasted a nun
Fuck hell, Satan sent my ass to the sun
I wasn't born I was hatched
And dumped in the trash
With a note attached saying
Someone please whip this brat's ass
I never gave a rat's ass or a flying fuck
Driving drunk in a fire truck with the siren stuck
Slammin the brakes
Skiddin out cuz the tires suck
I went to pull you off my dick
And got the pliers stuck
You better run cuz I'm probably the only one
Crazy enough to shoot your ass with a knife
And stab you with a gun
I like fire, you might see me start it
I'm slightly retarded
I miss my sanity since the night we departed
#30
Posted 12 February 2009 - 07:38 PM
Wish I was a mobster that would clap matics, pop shit if I catch static
Pick up the whip, then--drop it like a bad habit
The god of this music, I fathered you stupid
I know you look at me like, look at him, how does he do it?
#32
Posted 13 February 2009 - 08:13 AM
Gorrilla of the ring, whip seven, sling 8ths
That real cake, got my crib look like Spring break
And I`ma **** all night till the springs break
And summer`s next season, I`ma leave it in her throat
Or put the kids on her chest like she breastfeading
Stech BM? Vets see him, rookies too
You got a girl? Oh for real? Well whup-di-do
I`m forever sick, give me my ettiquete
**** gold, this rope is the only thing you`ll ever ****
I ain`t never slip, ***** I`m the head of pricks
Stop, just let in clips, look how this Berretta spit
#35
Posted 14 February 2009 - 01:54 AM
Hey Killercoz, take your rainbow and just get gone
You`re Ashley Simpsons on SNL, you just spit wrong
You think I`m joking? Bitch look at me, it`s on
PDM got some Spongebob raps, he just spitting kids songs
You`re that girl with R. Kelly, you just got pissed on
Stop acting crazy like you`re dome just got ripped off
I throw up Freddy, cough Jason, and just shit Saw
#36
Posted 15 February 2009 - 06:20 AM
Jaw clenched after blazin' him,
Straight to the ****in brain and then
Take a scoop from the face of his cranium
Nig, your brain is a mess,
After you smokin that sesh,
I hope you takin ya breath,
Cause these are faces of meth,
I left ya skin itchy,
Cause I'm a pain, (and?) you should just ditch me
(yadda yadda)
i did my best but me and good flow are like rhythm and jews, not to mention papoose is insane
#37
Posted 15 February 2009 - 08:35 AM
True though, Papoose is beast.
#41
Posted 18 February 2009 - 09:41 AM
Neophyte, on Feb 13 2009, 11:54 PM, said:
Hey Killercoz, take your rainbow and just get gone
You`re Ashley Simpsons on SNL, you just spit wrong
You think I`m joking? ***** look at me, it`s on
PDM got some Spongebob raps, he just spitting kids songs
You`re that girl with R. Kelly, you just got pissed on
Stop acting crazy like you`re dome just got ripped off
I throw up Freddy, cough Jason, and just **** Saw
Rare a man comes out your ass, 'stead of cumming in
Last time we battled, I lost, but this my time to win
with me, you gonna regret you tried to diss
I can win easy, even with my flow weak as piss
Welcome to the show, it's master and apprentice
I can't think of anymore, gahhhh **** this
it's cool im high now, n!gga dope rhymes be spillin
white b!tches i fcukin while black guys i killin
skidz is time to deal with you, we got sum beef
comic book hero? sh!ts moar like comic relief
your rhymes are fcukin hilarious, good grief
my high is fading, can we just turn over a new leaf?
p.s. i ****ed your gf and she busted a queef
#42
Posted 24 March 2009 - 01:25 PM
G-DUB 3000, on Feb 18 2009, 11:41 AM, said:
Last time we battled, I lost, but this my time to win
with me, you gonna regret you tried to diss
I can win easy, even with my flow weak as piss
Welcome to the show, it's master and apprentice
I can't think of anymore, gahhhh **** this
it's cool im high now, n!gga dope rhymes be spillin
white b!tches i fcukin while black guys i killin
skidz is time to deal with you, we got sum beef
comic book hero? sh!ts moar like comic relief
your rhymes are fcukin hilarious, good grief
my high is fading, can we just turn over a new leaf?
p.s. i ****ed your gf and she busted a queef
How in the **** did I miss this? I mean...that was fucking great. A little late for this, but that was just incredible. Looking at your rhymes from the begining, they weren`t ``rap`` per se, they were just rhyming words. But lines like that comic relief one just fucking killed it. Good job.
EDIT-Now I remember why I never saw those last bars because they weren`t part of the original post. Not bringing them down, just saying is all.
#43
Posted 25 March 2009 - 12:25 AM
#44
Posted 11 April 2009 - 10:54 PM
Flow outta this world like Odyssey
That`s why your girl riding me, at the cottage for the summer
She like me cause I operate with numbers like the lottery
I dick and I fool you, what you know about sodomy?
I do what I want with a body-- I`m a commodity
I`m the hardest rapper alive, Tupac`s prodigy
Fuck it I`m so past conceited, I mock modesty
#45
Posted 15 April 2009 - 01:51 AM
they singe us and cringe us
gingas, when they jizz its hot sauce
GINGAS! they're red, not white, a different species
pizza sauce splash every time that they sneeze
the heat from their head gets me down on my kneez
white comes out when they're cut and they bleed
never seen a decent ginga, never one
maybe its cause they all like fists up in their bum
god ****ed up, they should all just jump
seen better things when i look through my dump
yeah im talking about GINGAS
they call me the ninja
i think i would commit suicide if i was ginga
don't get the message? ill be blunter
when i grow up, i wanna be a ginger hunter
my flow and rhyme has turned to sh*ts
kill all the gingers, cept toasty's sister; nice tits!
#46
Posted 15 April 2009 - 08:04 AM
Yeah I`m done talking, I converse with guns sparking
Chop your whole crew up, put ya`ll in one coffin
Pull up in something awesome, valet should pay the parking
This motherless God created me when he created arson
Yeah, keep busting untill they all gone
I`m triple W dot murder, law gone
Toasty , when I talk why is that you doubt me?
Raps full of lame-ass faggots sounding like Roger Troutman
You need to look at my track record; I`m spaz happy
I heard a well-known fag just took a jab at me
Yeah, you allready know what I do to fools
So when I see you I aint gon`be in a music mood
Get you stomped good-- take your hoe
Turn her to an overnight celebrity, like that rider that punched Suge
The topic of your discussion is my release date
Bottle after bottle I drink till I cant see straight
People keep asking me questions about Mallick
Well aslong as he keeps repping that rap ****, he straight
Ain`t got no problem with him, but I will promise this
Next faggot throwing my name around, I`ma kill `em
I got alot to spend, spent so much time putting cheese on my enemies
I forgot to watch my friends
Thought I was already covered untill I found out
My buddy Greg Vivian was loyal as R Kellys brother
Getting this shit is fun, me you don`t expect to run
Ain`t gotta respect me, just don`t disrespect my gun
I came in and dude fled from the boxing match
He ran like a huge head in a stocking cap
You little ******s stay cool cause I eat dudes
When I see you shrimp *****es all I do is seafood
Box me, ya`ll can doubt me, this long-legged clip
Walking out be the only thing pop about me
Who can stop me? I hit him like I`m Luca Brasi
So mny *****es on my ****, faggot luca jock me
The price you gotta pay, doing what them dollars say
Happy ``your mother`s dead``, bitch it`s a holiday
#51
Posted 16 April 2009 - 09:43 PM
Yeah I`m done talking, I converse with guns sparking
Chop your whole crew up, put ya`ll in one coffin
Pull up in something awesome, valet should pay the parking
This motherless God created me when he created arson
Yeah, keep busting untill they all gone
I`m triple W dot murder, law gone
Toasty , when I talk why is that you doubt me?
Raps full of lame-ass ******s sounding like Roger Troutman
You need to look at my track record; I`m spaz happy
I heard a well-known *** just took a jab at me
Yeah, you allready know what I do to fools
So when I see you I aint gon`be in a music mood
Get you stomped good-- take your hoe
Turn her to an overnight celebrity, like that rider that punched Suge
The topic of your discussion is my release date
Bottle after bottle I drink till I cant see straight
People keep asking me questions about Mallick
Well aslong as he keeps repping that rap ****, he straight
Ain`t got no problem with him, but I will promise this
Next ****** throwing my name around, I`ma kill `em
I got alot to spend, spent so much time putting cheese on my enemies
I forgot to watch my friends
Thought I was already covered untill I found out
My buddy Greg Vivian was loyal as R Kellys brother
Getting this **** is fun, me you don`t expect to run
Ain`t gotta respect me, just don`t disrespect my gun
I came in and dude fled from the boxing match
He ran like a huge head in a stocking cap
You little ******s stay cool cause I eat dudes
When I see you shrimp *****es all I do is seafood
Box me, ya`ll can doubt me, this long-legged clip
Walking out be the only thing pop about me
Who can stop me? I hit him like I`m Luca Brasi
So mny *****es on my ****, ****** luca jock me
The price you gotta pay, doing what them dollars say
Happy ``your mother`s dead``, ***** it`s a holiday
I`m sorry, you were saying..
#53
Posted 16 April 2009 - 09:57 PM
Normally arson and parking would never rhyme. Eminem basically started that style of rapping.
#54
Posted 17 April 2009 - 03:23 AM
we can talk nerd rage and swap youtube songs
smoke all night, money, toke after toke
beautiful rhymes at the pull of a choke
all u gotta do, money, is send out a poke
not to ash ketchum - gary mother ****ing oak!
really tho, lets smoke some bongs
#55
Posted 22 April 2009 - 10:22 PM
Then give `em standing ovations, I don`t mean like Rihanna
I mean squeezing that llama, dumb rapping
Gun clapping, knee deep in that drama, wigging like I`m a bomber
I`ma-- fight him like I`m in Nam uh
Knight him like Elton John an`
Bite him like a pirihana
I could spit on your honour
Kurt Cobain suicidal, you got the nerve of Nirvana
Bullets touch men and women, just as quick as Madonna
Little faggot I`ll do to your momma what the KKK wanna do to Obama
Want me to show you the rhyme scheme again Split?
#56
Posted 03 May 2009 - 08:40 AM
You'd need an AK and a genie, a whole pound of wheaties
My heart so freezy, 3d birdie to the click you claim
Victories my valentine, I'm in a different lane
Strong as cocaine
Long as I'm sane I won't be took for games
I can guarantee when it's over you won't look the same
Drownin' in shame, callin' my name's like callin' Candy Man
Suicide on a platter, splatter your brain, he banned
Understand, this ain't a obstacle it's comical
That book you read been blindin' you
Everyone knows what I'ma do
Everyone knows I'm God you fool
Bet I come more phenomenal
Deadly, ready for drama
Whoever want it can climb in too
Broken ego's I promise you, desert eagles and llamas threw
W-why would you f-fuck wit me, s-stupid move
C-come around, get f-f-found beat up and bruised
You need support, a couple crews
Beef out here ain't nothin' new, I'll make you sleep uncomfortable
Nightmares of P.O. punchin' you, flatline
Doctor pumpin' you, the blind could see the punk in you
Football with you, soccer when we see him, DDT him
Leave him bleedin', we'll be even
Even through coppin' and pleading
He don't want it, I'll run up on his shadow hit him proper
He bout real as a 4 dollar bill, Carol City Copper
Chop 'em down, one by one, two by two this what I do
If you knew what I knew then you`d be cool, you`d be through
You got ambitions? Well I got ambitions too, whoopee doo
I'll be here long after you disappear, this is proof
151 in the booth, so slippery-- son is the truth
Come get me, I'm in the coupe
4-fizzy, I'm in the loop wit Biggie, piece of fruit cake
He don't want no problems watch his boots shake
Tremble, terrified, now it's too late
There's no stoppin' till I see empires crumble beside me
Entire families divided, diggin' ya hole is my hobby
Long kiss goodnight, the pistol tight
You superbitch, I'm kryptonite
Same promotion, different fight
Still ballin', my wrist is white, this is like
Practice, pay ya taxes
'Fore you spit my name out backwards
A-a-ask around, I just flow better than legendary rappers
R-r-ratchets as we taxi, ask me if I give a fuck, f-fuck em' all
Makaveli when I bomb, I hit em' up
G-g-get buck, cut, stuck, look
Wont make much a difference, this is child's play
L-l-lyrical battery ya'll way
Pretty ladies, hot as Hades, product of the '80s
40's, 50's blick'ies wit me, hit me, they call me crazy
High and hazy, shady, grimey, slimey in every way
30 cities, 30 shooters, we're like the NBA
Blaze when you want me stop, tough plot
Big macs for every one you can eat, pound for every pound you got
Call me loyal, honored, armored in bullet catchin' garment
Getcha Versace pirhanna'd, mangled, and left retarded
I'm on another planet, fuck made you pick me to spar wit?
We 2 different people, that makes you a special target
Riad lets this little pussy faggot walk round
Mallick bodied you, I just laid the chalk down
#57
Posted 07 May 2009 - 10:13 PM
Concious, backpack, scratch that, same thing
I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness
The red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix
And I can't take this
If the game needs a new look, I'm a do a tummy tuck and a face lift
And everything I say in these pages
Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this
But I'll be debatin it, it's a bit outragous
Like it's an air virus, and this ****s contagious
I'm downloadin like faggots actually play this
Maybe I'm buggin out, maybe I'm on a spaceship
See I was on my stay out chill ****
The way Mouse kills ****, I'm here just to lay out real ****
Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin rims
That **** got played out real quick
See some wrote him off, some said he was done
Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run
I don't enjoy bein shunned, so I'm back as Neo
Ya`ll know he`s The One, annoint me as begun
I had the whole Kingston thinkin' he would never eat
Jerry tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet
I heard it if you said it
You wrote it on online then I read it, now I match it faggot bet it
See I remember **** spread like cancer
I would call folks said, folk ain't answer
A few chicks runnin started pullin they pants up
A few stopped actin like my private dancer
Can't be finished, what faggot I beg ya pard'
I just let *****es get a head start
I walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase
Nah spead out pace, and I'll still win the race
See I'm joggin
Other *****es legs starts wobblin, when opportunity is start knockin
You got the crown, pass off like Stockton
It's time to work, I'm offically clocked in
He is a problem, weavin and bobbin'
Through the speculation that his best friend tried to drop him
I can't leave, even though it's big options
This is that straight Byrdgang, keep this **** rockin'
Don't ask me how I'm doin, I been better
Stuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater
I'm far from a "YES" man, I'm a trend setter
It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta
Don't put bitches in the same sink as me
I mean metaphors, storylines, deep ****, club ****, girl ****, world ****
They don't use to ink like me
Faggots don't even think like me
Who sees what I'm watchin, he ain't poppin'
Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in
WAIT, start again, it's a privilege to breath the same air that I farted in
They want no parts with him
Each day there's a "W", it felt like heaven
I'm at Melissa`s house, yeah she felt like neckin'
R&B on, looked and felt like Meagon
Gave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin
Talk very fly
Least until I baught every pie, me bein' war readys in my eyes
And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx
Trying to sound like somebody that already died
The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em
Your first week ain't right, they can't **** wit 'em
I'll sum it up to what he is about
Still new to both, they still feelin' him out
Things were tight, blam, Chris seasoned him out
I'm the nicest dude out since "Reasonable Doubt"
So live, who can see 'em, no guy
I'm the Mets, was suppose to be ill in '05
As ill as the flow gets, need a piller don't snitch
So if you can't tell, I'm prepared like '06
About to OD, anybody that know me
Can tell you I'm bout to make **** feel like it's '03
More like '99
No names should be mentioned but mine, unless you talkin' Big Pun in his
prime
Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around
Or 2pac without Humpty around
Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song
Cam'ron during "Children Of The Corn"
Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em
I'm talkin '95, Big L before they killed 'em
Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal ****
Canibus, no album out before the L ****
Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was ****in' wit coke
Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost
I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game
Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name
On my Diddy ****, Memphis, Grizzlie ****
Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's ****
Rappers don't need trouble with I
Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I
Or Talib with Mos, Common before "Be"
If they any less common, don't put 'em before me
See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet
Tell Kyle stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop ****
**** jail, I'm on my payroll cop ****
I call that bootleg cable, it's no box ****
All red, lookin' grimey in the crowd
Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out
I toast somethin' tiny that'll blaow
Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth
I probably fool cats, cause I don't ride out in some big car
In the streets, but I`ll shoot you up like you a big star
And these young mother ****ers, is about to **** up
Like leavin' they whole career in some ***** car
No name, but it's no sublime
****** you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far
Please, what's wrong wit 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit 'em
Ain't too many dudes out there, out performin 'em
Some require these skills, I was born wit 'em
People keep askin' what's takin' so long wit 'em
New dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's
If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin
It's that music, don't know how to act music
Gettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out "Crack Music"
Car jack music, out what they lack music
Send my little man, get rid of the pack music
That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music
That I'm back music, that click clack music
#58
Posted 27 May 2009 - 07:16 PM
So bright, I`ma fuck your whole night up
Light up your glowsticks, a ghost sticks a stick in your ass
This is the ghost of Christmas past
This is your host you`re supposed to kiss his ass
This is you gross, listen close, if you don`t, you can go
Stick your whole freakin nose up against his area as he lets one go
And blows your whiskers back, and get a great big ol whiff casue if you last
Without passing out you could be on then next episode of fear factor
#59
Posted 30 May 2009 - 04:52 AM
double jumpin with the scout
you know im gonna bat ya
or would could take this to the streets
and i could ratatatat ya
expert in nerd-rage, gamers across the region
this the anonymous age, homie we are legion
playing tf2 and apparently making really facepalm lines
#60
Posted 04 June 2009 - 08:38 AM
My arms are heavy, knees weak, palms are sweaty
Bitches wanna see me gone already
From this song on to song, you bout to be swept away
Yesterday is long gone
I took some time, to redefine my style
I, kept my cool, summers behind the clouds
You lames can't put me in the same category as a rookie
Nope, my name ain't new
Hustlers can't push me, as high as I can
Push myself, you not inspirin
The stolen spot is open, I chose to not, listen
And I don't even know what's hot or we dissin
Or who's consistent or who's nice or not
Who's on top, or who's wife is sniffin
Or who's meltin soon, to be failing
All I know is the way, the streets felt that boom
#61
Posted 05 June 2009 - 12:20 PM
I always seem to take one step backward and five steps forward
Nothing to gain, its like everythings mortgaged
Ya'll can love me or ya'll won't, go ahead talk ****
Cautious, report ****, live out of hell
Since all my dudes either alive or outta jail
Won't fold, won't curl, no wonder all this weights on my shoulders
I'm sitting on the bottom of the world
They say, tears are words that your mouth can't speak
Rubber on every arm could fire but cant reach
I say, streets learn you what the schools can't teach
My job is to get a gospel that the church won't preach
Something like a rock star, keep the live band
Just sub my true religions for they're skin tight pants
Ass on my girl, no nice implants
I mean no accessories, the crime's been an accessory
It's a thinking man's world, **** is chess to me
So let the king move, mean time let it be
I wear a K as a weapon
Eye through the scope 'case my foes at the top of my stair way to heaven
And I, pop a big step, dressed in my fly ****
Ipod, headphones on bumping my ****
I never cared, I was careless
Fear being afraid, or maybe Im afraid to be fearless
Or fear being fearless but fearful
So even in my carelessness, got to be careful
I'm like, who's that looking threw my peephole?
When did my alter-ego get a ego?
He wants the rims chrome
Me, Im trying to push the pedal till my foot's on the ground like a Flintstone
Bluetooth, my girl on the horn bickering
But even though when she scream, I hear it like whispering
I been around noise all my life,
I've been poised baby all my life
Just let me live my life
Live yours, make your own highlight
Then, meet me at the top like a butterfly knife
Then, learn how to see without eyesight
If, at first you don't succeed then try twice
See I don't write it I will it, reel it, real ****,
Paint a masterpeice then unveil it.
Come I'm 'bout to reveal it,
Destroy it, rebuild it,
Conceal it, before another hustler steals it,
Milk ****, not a pessimist, Im a realist,
When you think you on, I go and hit the killswitch
Drummer rockin, he's ill *****
If they sleep dont wake em just drill ****
See I'm something they got to deal with
#62
Posted 13 June 2009 - 09:02 AM
This is the Godzilla, your movie is not realla
This is the theme song, I`m shooting them cop killers
But I ain`t killing cops, I`m killing whatever, whoever don`t wanna feel the drop
I`m coming like woah, with a pocket full of skunk
With a mind full of rhymes that`ll make anybody jump
With a tank full of gas, with a trunk full of pumps
Full of shells that`ll dump like-- BOOM
Like vroom, we bump like June
We want that moon, we want that sun
We want that earth, we want your soul
We want-- your whole
Existence froze just to get this dough
You`ve just been told, by this fo-fo (.44)
When this clip blows, the ballistics shows
That a misfit rose, that he not too hard too soft too fast too slow
#63
Posted 27 June 2009 - 09:44 AM
Now I got a crazy house, **** all in your lady`s mouth
Summer time boy, I`m trying to pull a Mercadez out
Forget Eminem, I`m bout to show em what Shady bout
Hoes in attendance, Loius V`s on my eyes
Punchlines, appendix, I flow like forensics
My flow`s like tremendous, you *****es used to **** on me
Now I`m making history, company loves misery
Dumping these slugs frigedley, pumping these drugs frivouslly
Young, stylin, rich, something a thug lives to be
Please hear my voice tonight, yeah the Rolls Royce is nice
You hear that thunder, but it`s not moist tonight
Got your girl moist tonight, it aint no choice to fight
A millie in here, and you can`t avoid the price
You can`t ignore the sight, my shine is awfull bright
One chance to live, so you gotta enjoy it right?
#64
Posted 09 July 2009 - 10:53 AM
With no regards for the law, just in a violent state
Not from a murderous block, swerving in the convertable drop
Hoping bitches heard my proverbial plot
I`m trying to take over the world like Pinky The Brain
Ride on my enemies, Pac, I`m thinking the same
Hey Raven Riley, you know I`d stick dick into her
She suck cock for a living, but I`d still hit that bird
And I don`t feel anger, so like the frame on the nickel plated chrome
4-5, I`ma still bang her
I`m a renegade, you bitches been afraid
More sales than views on Ashton Kutcher`s twitter page
Chowder time, ya`ll write, I sprinkle powdered lines
If Michael beat his case, my lawyer gon swallow mine
So put your nines on the crap table
You like gambling, I'm petrone sipping, and the Black Label
Champagne wishes become realities
Bad bitches, fly minus the travel fees
My dick is the biggest thing on my anatomy
I diss bitches for nothing like why you mad at me!?
This kid will still wreck it
The last faggot got stabbed done made me feel threatened
Who really cares what a rapper talking
The only feeling that ain't familiar is after losses
I shot a faggot dead in the head and go back to Dawson
With a trunk full of white-- I call it Asher Rothing
Feel honored if I talk about your ass often
You should wanna sleep in the bed I was jacking off in
It's the reason these mutherfuckers is backing of them
I'm Floyd Mayweather, Paul Williams and Chad Dawson (sue me, I rhymed it twice)
All rolled up in one, I'm money trash talking
Amongst bosses, hanging out at the cash office
Yeah you testing the one, I am second to none
I'm hotter than Texas at 3, I'm perfecting the sun
I dont just sound raw, I disconnect yo shit
Have you walking around with Bobby Browns jaw
And I aint done talking, we gon beef for less
Forever in hell in that smell of that sweet success
That calico talking, saying we the best
Im the bed teaser, this bitch said who the fuck died and made you god
I said Jesus
Im in the zone I feel like a star
And faggot you know what to do if you feel like a frog
Go and jump in that traffic, you playing Frogger
I aint no blogger, Im Mr. Rearrange You Aura
Some people thinking all I ams an internet soldier
I tried to be cool with it, but fuck it, respects over
The OGs taught me how to do it one way
So I aint down for no games, unless its gun-play
These guys will murder judges, over murder grudges
I dont put money on heads I just refer to cousins
I drop dope lines, thats hotter than a furnace
The needle on the record player is hypodermic
Receive food from an intravenous tube
Kill your ass in private, just between me and you
Im sick enough to go up in your house
Sicker than rhymes, I spit em then throw up in my mouth
You fucking around with the Mobb conglomerate
Like catching your parents fucking, Ill leave you traumatized
The beef lives till the drama dies
Godll have you struck by lighting if I aint down for homicide
#65
Posted 15 July 2009 - 12:53 AM
Have 'em kiss then get 'em wetter than Davy Jones
#66
Posted 23 July 2009 - 01:44 AM
Lyrical homicde, ****** I don`t lightly gag
Kill any beat, put my MP in a body bag
A body cast when I beat this **** with Rocky jabs
How I kick it, listen, I should teach Karate class
Get the hockey mask if these *****es claim they shooting
We pushing through your pad, and we ain`t producing
You can`t tame this movement I`ll be with the crazy hoodlums
That`ll take your rocks and rock it like they play for Houston
This gun give me a rash, I be itchy with the steel
You stickin`what? You *****es couldn`t stick me with a bill
But still, my ice glistenin`, why you think your wife trippin`
It`s like global warming in Antartica, my ice drippin`
Nice living, killer you gon never make it (subliminal?)
Soon as I walk out the studio, they gotta yellow tape it
Ain`t felling `Base then **** you, ****** this is do or die
When you say my name it`s like lyrical suicide
#67
Posted 24 July 2009 - 11:09 PM
Uh-huh, okay I got these girls quite hype
Only thing on right now like a nightlight
Yeah I'm in the booth rocking out like a White Stripe
I'ma kill the game, I'm K-Towns own White Knight
Yeah, plus I'm looking for the right type
Cautious of a flood so I always lay the right pipe
If it'll put my on the map I'll catch an over night flight
Plus I go hard for the women that I might wife
Yeah, and she's someone I would work with
That's what I could tell from what she's showing on the surface
I ain't saying I'm requesting anyone that's perfect
But I just need a women that'll make it all worth it
#69
Posted 04 August 2009 - 08:13 PM
Lyrical murderer, blame Rakim
This post increase got me in your lame top ten
Mallick, this is how I record, lay you in the morgue
With the double edged, triple-syllable sword
I'm iller than Machiavelli, a literary genius
Bury your ass with words, cemetery linguist
Most of your posts are comedy gold
They like KillerCoz's sodomy hole, they full of shit
3 rounds i guess?
#70
Posted 05 August 2009 - 03:39 AM
im the mayor the deputy and the legislation
so you better prepare yourself for decimation
cause you signed your death wish at your registration
but your actions before then, don't deplore 'em
cant you see your biggest mistake was joining this forum?
#71
Posted 05 August 2009 - 12:49 PM
Yo, for all them wack posts that you made
I want you to throw the pin, and hold the grenade
Lyrics be high quality, Mallick, just search through your brain
My shit be deep in your head like psychology
I should just stop, like, you're dying hear
You ain't a fucking beast, won't cry lion's tears
You've been here longer than me, but I'm a pioneer
If you don't think I'm the best then there's something wrong with your eyes and ears
I'll say it a-fucking-gain, this is lyrical murder
Have you bleed to death like the middle of an unfinished burger
Up, down, left, right, ******, I am everywhere
Me and Mallick's like a Grizzly going up against a Teddy Bear
#72
Posted 08 August 2009 - 08:58 PM
Work on your half court short, get money from far
You're just mad cause I'm an ape on your monkey bars
And that's rape, I get hate from you wannabe star
And it's great, I don't feel it, like coke he numb
You playing with a match, fuck what you take it as
All white straight jacket? Yeah I just break the latch
You like to talk tough with Caael's fake ass
Four pounds put me in another weight class
You diss me, you're gonna have to break fast
I'll take a fully automatic-- and spray gas
I boast shit, your second verse probably atrocious
That legislation bullshit, please say that you weren't focused
They say you the Ultimate Warrior, I agree
You'll die and come back, won't nobody notice
#73
Posted 08 August 2009 - 09:23 PM
I'm just living like a king in my twenty-eight mansions
Saying anything just to pass the time
I don't give a care just as long as it rhymes
Yeah I have no idea.
#74
Posted 15 August 2009 - 08:14 AM
Drizzy Drake, on Aug 5 2009, 11:49 AM, said:
Yo, for all them wack posts that you made
I want you to throw the pin, and hold the grenade
Lyrics be high quality, Mallick, just search through your brain
My shit be deep in your head like psychology
I should just stop, like, you're dying hear
You ain't a fucking beast, won't cry lion's tears
You've been here longer than me, but I'm a pioneer
If you don't think I'm the best then there's something wrong with your eyes and ears
I'll say it a-fucking-gain, this is lyrical murder
Have you bleed to death like the middle of an unfinished burger
Up, down, left, right, ******, I am everywhere
Me and Mallick's like a Grizzly going up against a Teddy Bear
this was written with different beats maybe one or two lines at a time, in between osu songs... yeah they dont flow together at all haha
after all those pretty rhymes you wrote
im writing this note and slitting my throat
life's not worth it, you're a rap god
i'll be a member and you be the mod
but nevertheless, your life's a mess
mr or mrs? i can only guess
i know you're under stress
but just take a look in the mirror
at the way you dress
but i digress. chris, please confess
i'm the greatest on this forum, you're second best.
#75
Posted 25 July 2010 - 09:33 PM
Never sweat the small things but got a bucket just in case
Always second chances but I never hesitate
Wrapping up my ego and I stuck it in a leather case
Venom based fangs got me feeling so vain and cold
Far as emotions go I'll never have a stranglehold
This point, having fun, school is out, have it done
Sometimes the world make you go crazy, go grab a gun
But until the day I say I made it God
Lil Wayne dollar bills, money's overrated, ain't it
Take a picture in my brain and paint it
But the way that it's portrayed the people tend to make it tainted
A one man survivor, when you realise
Nobody's gonna hand you shit you throw away your sanitizer
Though it may tantalize ya, fantasize to live the life ya
Used to dream about, don't think about it, no you cant inside cause
You don't wanna go back, no, you're stronger than that
Breaking up with your past, got your problems intact
You're gonna crash, go faster
Fuck everybody that be throwing stones at ya
#76
Posted 28 July 2010 - 02:53 PM
Captain Cannabis, on Aug 15 2009, 07:14 AM, said:
im writing this note and slitting my throat
life's not worth it, you're a rap god
i'll be a member and you be the mod
but nevertheless, your life's a mess
mr or mrs? i can only guess
i know you're under stress
but just take a look in the mirror
at the way you dress
but i digress. chris, please confess
i'm the greatest on this forum, you're second best.
wat.
#78
Posted 30 July 2010 - 01:45 PM
gangster times five.
#80
Posted 20 August 2010 - 11:43 PM
(verse 1)
Since birth, I was taught to just do or die
But I never though that meant succeed or suicide
Started out with good grades, became a truant, I
Blew it all, now my hood and family want me crucified, I
Started out with everything, I think I done lost it all
The king'll never get his ring, Kobe never drops the ball
I got he raw, started with green, now I move bricks
8Balls, no pool sticks, ALMOST HAD A FOSTER MOM
They think it's glamerous, but they don't know the cost at all
Welcome to the celebration of death, monster's ball
We ain't the fucking same, I admit to lots of flaws
You lying bout the stocks, so you can increase your profit dawg
I'm everything that you read about
Fuck that, this the last time I get weeded out
Wise way beyond my years here's the motto of a manchild
Why try to fit in when you a standout
-chours-
(Verse 2)
New bitch, riding in a new whip
Blue kicks, hot, so you think I caught the flu sick
Fucking up the world but they blame it on the new kids
Talking about change but they ain't never do shit, move kid
I'm hoping that my peers don't embarrass me
Built a foundation up, then burnt it down with kerosene
In spite of my actions just know I was raised better
Just know I remained ever the spawn of broken parents, please
If life's a game, then I hate my dice
Can't help your past till I fucking make mine right
Something's off bout me, but nothing's false bout me
Never gave a fuck what you bitches thought bout me
They told me get in where you fit in, the is what's in demand now
Why try to fit in when you a standout
-chorus-
(Verse 3)
Don't know what to do in life, like I ain't got enough problems
Grades slipping, broken home, got a drug problem
Kinda cool with shit, but I tell people fuck off when
They tell me Jay and Matt are acting like they just robbed him
And Marcus I aint forget what you did
All my friends know your home, aint gotta guess where you live
This aint supposed to be angry verse, but he messed up my shit
Slit Brandon's throat then send you to rest with your kid
I apologize to Emily
Remember ten years ago, used to be friends with me
Not resolved shit, but not longer enemies
Wish I could revolutionize shit like Kenny G
Take life as a lesson, tomorrows not promised
And today's just a gift, I guess that's why its the present
But I aint gotta speed up, everything will pan out
Cause they'll spot you from far when you a standout