In the real world son you couldn't be my fucking jester King? Kill that noise, you soft like polyester Too much game of thrones got you living in a fantasy once you shut the fuck up then I'll know you're understanding me, stop fronting fancy b we know your pockets always empty no one here's impressed by your attempts to be an MC a perpetrator, faking jacks, thats what makes you a fraud but Im living atheist so yo I don't believe in God not ashamed to admit that I'm nowhere near your level it's cause I stay South of god, fuckin with the Devil
Now lookie here, see dudes rollin round in burnt out beamers, Actin like its a phantom, faggots must be dreamers, Taken to the cleaners, trying to play with the big boys, Your budget for rent is like my budget for big toys, Talkin R6 and a couple dirt bikes, couple a swords, slash slash, hit the nerve right, Need to learn to swerve right, need to learn to swerve tight, If you dont trust someone, better make sure you keep em in your sights, If they fuck up, thats when you get a couple litres of bleach, Dont fuck with me boy, you knowin how I roll deep, Pull up, 22 strap in a jeep, merk you hard, put you in an endless sleep, Dispose of the body, make sure theres no evidence, But leave it so that your death is evident, Just know that it's eminent, Leading MC on GC, call me your eminence, Half these bitches come in with weak shit, Acting relevant, but know that I, make you i-rrelevant. You know you're out of of your element, I'm excellently eloquent, So fuck with me, prepare to fuck with a whole regiment, So listen up, you pestilent, petulant, unintelligent, experimental excrement, I would fucking destroy you, but first, you would have to be a detriment.
I'm kinda drunk right now, May start actng like a punk right now, you cancerous letches need to jump right now, Because you get laid as much as a monk right now, Bright cow, like it took in gamma rays, gamma rays for days, Whiskey shots, gamble and get paid, Police can raid, wont find shit of my biz, You ever eaten bread while drunk? No butter or bitch shit, none of that gunk, Just plain bread it's fucking delicious, If you get whole meal it's fucking nutritious, I make bread, don't be acting suspicious, whole grain, multi grain, I be funding malitia's
Your all trying hard But Mochas here to raise the bar Stop choking on a cock And check your telescope for stars Cause im shooting through the sky Gassed up like that excited guy Who's always happy at a gathering about someone who died Your opinions dually noted But ill be the one thats quoted For my rhymes are deep like hits you take and then go on to hold it In your lungs Smoke sweet like honey buns Oh no i mean your sister So hot the honey runs If you happen to be enlightened Then you shouldn't be too frightened Cause this marijuana medley's made my instincts start to heighten So now i leave you here to think While your rhymes flow into my sink Of ruined rappers rhyming rhythmically to iron out there kinks Didactic
Stop posing, spitting in prose, no rhyming, Trying to write, but real life, no sense of timing, Your defiling melons because you can't get laid, Talkin like you get paid, when really you a lil bitch who has to buy home brand gatorade, Killin you slowly, no straight away coz I like to play with my food for I eat it, Stop jerkin off to verses, Michael Jackson, just Beat it, You can't slay a dragon, I spit fire, killin like rounds from a Spitfire, Make a fire of Bitches you can call it a Bitch pyre, Police trace my wheels, I ditch and flip tyres, Writing symphonies like a choir, Like I mixed cocaine and red bull, not gunna tire, I AM the king, you can call me sire, Call me what you want but I'm not a fucking liar, Money weighing down my pockets like I'm commiting suicide by drowning, I love nothing more than leaving strangers frowning, So when I walk up to a guy selling poppies for the war, Walking up to him to donate, getting looked down on by some 50 year old whore, Didn't think I had the money, dressed casual, made it rain, like it was wet, like pussy galore, Dropped 5 Twenties in his hand looked that bitch straight in the eye, Face was a mask of shock and surprise, Dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, no sense of wealth, Part from a Audemars, you can call it a disguise, Dude started crying, appriciative, like an addict who met a dude who was supplying, Whole shop looking at me, jet off like superman, start flying, Jump in the Bentley, have people looking at me like who the fuck is he? Look in the window, no one was there, God can dissapear, and God is me.
First of all your mistaken Like that one dumb kid in the class You spit sick shit got a thermometer up your ass? Rhymes hot like a furnace Yours don't even scratch the surface Bodies hulking Never halt me Leave you bloody if i catch you skulking I think you might need some help Kid you think your a God But i revealed your true form Your just a backwards dog Couldn't fight through felt And you cant run with me mob Mercilessly i take apart your fake reality And once you come done from your tree you just be left with me Speak in rhymes while i await the time You wake up in the hospital cant talk and your blind Cause i slit your throat Cut out your tongue Crippled your feet so you never can run Peeled back your eyes Chopped up your nose Ripped off your cock and then fed it to crows Hop on your ladder and climb to the skies Cause here in reality everything dies Didactic
Yeah, everything dies, I'm the one who caused it, I'm king up in this bitch, don't try and distort it, You see a line of sugar and trying to snort it, Some next coke head, writing whack bars that try and run in the big leagues, You shit like candy cane, mine's filled with murder and intrigue, So don't come up here with your whak shit, bitch leave! Left all the battlers that battled me convulsing, but still got respect for them, You're just a little bitch, though, only thing you're spitting is phlegm, Boy Better Know, I got too many men, weighing bud while you paying double for stem, MochaSwirl, on some starbucks teenage girl shit, "Uhhh, Beckyyy, OMG you nearly made me drop my Starbucks, quit ittt", So get a knife, and take it to your throat and slit it, I'll beat you like a bludger, you little snitch, like quidditch.
\nStop lying so much, like anyone here would believe you fake ballin, it's appalling, but your types easy to see through talking bout your bikes, getting hyped but you the delicate type, like the dancers in a ballet only push those whips at your job as a valet if you what swerving right is like, then I wanna swerve a hard left wouldn't spit your weak lines if you had the only bars left battling me, is a lose-lose situation your raps are lies or truths, either way here's what you're facing: me exposing you as a wanna be rapper AKA an actor pay some hungry brits to go get their K's and clap ya but if I come to the UK and find you living lavish? best believe that imma leave with your cabbage in my baggage
Aha, not fake balling, thats the sort of shit that pussies like you do, So sit yo arse down I'll control you like voodoo, You can call me superman, You can try and kill me, pull the trigger, drop shit trying to cock shit, like stupid hands, Your rhymes insipid, I spit venom, I'm somewhat mythical, I'm like a triffid, Funny, God of Death has the same initials as God when put together, But that really has no bearing on my superiority whatsoever, so whatever, You acting ingenious, you delirious, you're not clever, You can call me Sever-us Snape, spell to leave your gold necklace, neckless, Laying down weak rhymes left me restless, finally let the beast out, see who tests us, R1, big bike while you pussies riding vespas, Fuck fake gangstas couldn't keep up with my crews spending so they left us, Got fake gangstas hanging, they detest us, We ballin like they wanna be but they dare not test us, They know we got the power, police don't arrest us, treat us like royalty, the law protects us, Even though we break it, they still help us coz we hide it, them “Gangstas†can't face it, They got a rep, and they just can't shake it, trying to act like they one of us, but just they cant fake it, So try and kick me while I'm down, catch your leg and break it, That's pity, don't mistake it, if I wanted your life, I'd just fucking take it, Long lines, long as your list of long crimes, Got no criminal record, that shit long times, coaght speeding twice, but no fines, You like a candle, I'm the sun I outshine, You and your paltry fake rhymes, So here's the moral of the story, don't act like you got what you haven't, no glory, You come round me acting, like Rick ross, actin like you're a boss, I think you'll find that this story gets quite gory.
Poetry night? You have to rhyme for flow to be nice, This rapper is ass, wack as the trash he openly cites, I'm in a window waitin for ya head to poke in these sights, So I can take it off your shoulders just explosively strike, This thread is lacking content.. the lyrics are slim pickins, I been sick wit them bars.. leavin you bitches imprisoned, you ignorant spitters soundin stupid n dim witted, Now these women wanna marry idiots cuz Kim did it.. I smashed your verse, here's the main course, you get charred coward, you're shits equivalent to pretzels on a bar counter, thinkin you hard, how? Your more or less a faggot If you had a hero trait it be some fairy dust or star power
my rhymes bring death like they're on some four horsemen shit my third second and first verse metaphors were sick Ryoken, I transform into a super emcee with super vocals quicker than Superman can find a phone booth the whole truth and nothing but the whole truth, I roast you thermonuclear vocals get hotter than Chernobyl The double 0 British soldier, surviving nuclear explosions exposing radiation like a vulcan I'm the only guy that knows why the golden eye was stolen by five soviet spies they told me to lie, they dont want to hear the god spit chop my hands off at the armpits but i regenerate limbs like starfish coming at you with the hard shit charmin, like indian snake charmers on the tarpits my thought process is mysterious like the Loch Ness my furious mindset is complex killin shit like a carniverous militant prehistoric lizard coming to stomp all over your city till it's withered landing in an unidentified flying object turn you into an unidentified frying carcass the smell of raw flesh make you nauseous acidic arsonist, burning your bones to carbon and phosphorus this page full of wacks so full of crap like an asshole attracting trouble with the gravity of black holes so whoever wanna battle get battered get your teeth enamel shattered and get shitted on like Pampers recognize
Rippin it kickin it tippin it too Bitches act hard but don't know what to do Me and my click we got nothing to lose Smoking on blunt stacks and sippin on booze Fuck with my set we show love to Piru Walking on oceans we C-Walk on blue Smoking on chronic yours laced like my shoe Rocking the True Flights we fly to the moon No need to say it Fuck up and ill spray it Popped in the dome on the grounds where you layin here and we're staying No God shit stop playing Im here to prove what my homies been saying Didactic
Why you gotta prove a homies point? You roll wit bitches I'm rollin zips n you fuckin wit a lonely joint, Oh you call that rappin, that beef shit, that can happen, I like my chicken how i like my lungs, bitch, blackened.. Spit fire like dragons brotha you runnin from the action, A pussy talkin shit you know I'm gonna come n smash him, it's really a given, you should've known it from the get go, That's why I'm always standin like there ain't nowhere to sit bro, Ready for whatever, tote a pistol that ll Give you a reason to turn down, call him jon, these missiles will make em get low haha
\nThey say you only can improve through a battle with your betters So I shouldn't even waste my time writing out these letters but I saw you needed schooling so you gonna feel my force your rhymes ain't bringing death son you just beating a dead horse but if you really what you claimed to be, a super MC I'm that genius super villain, your Lex Luther is me, You spit weak fantasy, I spit lyrical kryptonite being sloppy got you bodied, put in my lyrical crypt tonight but I do what I gotta, in other words I'm heartless, won't regrow shit if Im the one to leave you armless why would you ever compare yourself to a star fish with analogies like that winning's a shooting star wish and I don't believe in wishes said you charmin snakes but in my hood thats slang for snitches so I guess snakes who you run with, or should I say slither called out for a battle time to reconsider the difference in our skills is much further than a light year mine fuck you up like liquor yours are weaker than a lite beer
Thought about writin some deep shit but fuck it I like hoes I like rollin up after a long day to relax and write flows Whenever I go in, I'm rhyming for the win So they're always seein me, wherever their sight goes Seems like everybody tryna rap nowadays And I'm just on the hunt looking for some louder haze Your habitat needs a label, this is where a coward stays Unlucky days, you got Shaq's looks and Dwight Howard's brains Keep rolling like a power train, the bitches all about that I've got a map to the money, homie where your routes at? If you holla imma shout back, I'm lookin for a stout stack Every time they try to hold me down I just bounce back
stoned is the way of the walk, talking more than slightly Ill ask “please stop rapping†to put it politely you'll never be a dope rhymer thats on point like me I write movies with my lyrics, call em joints like Spike Lee You look for a stout stack? stout mean short, I'm the long money sort, bail stacked to the ceiling but i aint gonna say I got that money from dealing with a wink wink nudge nudge narcin niggas catchin slugs \nIt's late and I can't even stay awake to finish this but fuck it imma post it as is,
@[member="Sour Head"] Synonyms for stout: fat..chunky.. corpulent...plump That's how I like my stacks and I don't need lessons from a chump Just so you know, dealing doesn't mean to middle man Sorry scarface, didn't mean to burst your little plans I graduated from dealing I'm gettin grown man racks Matter of fact I'm getting paid just to write this rap You're ready for a nap, you ain't really bout that grind life I'm getting money everyday by all means like a Klondike Battle me? You're a cavalier bitch like LeBron's wife... You're the pass-up-on-some-bomb type... Must of viewed me in the wrong light, I'll slap ya with the Kong pipe Hope you don't read this before ya mommy tucks you in or it'll be a long night
Nigga the flow we roll with splits souls holds every nigga that don't go to the show captive makes these ho's drop there clothes and fuck more active nigga don't blink don't get distracted 40 and the bowls are in this basterd . Step right up for your five seconds of fame before i bust you open and expose you to this flame Can't stop us from macking on these dames try to just sit back relax listen and don't complain Learn to write a bar before reacting to my game if you must reply study up or I'll put your ass to shame Can't find your dick? Check your bitches purse I'll be over here attacking and killing every verse packing up all my enemies and loading em in the hearse Is this slick rick? Naw man big green bear quick to take a hit and blow some weed in the air.
Got your main bitch blowin harder than the wind tunnels at NASA I don't fuck with that low grade so I will never match ya I'm flyin right past ya, I'm higher than the Empire Load up all the trees strike a match and set a hemp fire Bullshit seems to quench liars and you boys lookin full I've been down for mine since the first night I spent in booking fool And I'm on track with the master plan I set in forth that night To stay free, look after fam, and collect my money right So if you got me in your sights get in line with the rest Clearly a feeble attempt to hitch a ride with the best