Looking like a regular dude Really a wolf in sheep's clothing, A gang of drugs I'm holding Hunter S. Thompson Fear and Loathing, Apocalyptic post-punk, My posts bump while you post junk "Death to my enemies," I toast drunk I'm the blade that flashes in the moonlight, Sprinkle your ashes on a landfill with the rest of the trash Convert you to my cult following Battling nobodies like you gives victory a hollow ring It don't mean anything
All you do is bitch an wine with your blubbery mouth, Its time to pull a rick Grimes and bite your jugular out, Enough fucking around, If you ain't heard a squeal yet ya best get use to the sound, I'm Bout to Slice this fucking pig into some rump roast round, You done fucked up now, you just summoned a demon, And a Fire breathing dragon with a 8 foot penis, Believe it, I know your broke I see it when I'm reading, Only money you gonna make is from donating your seamen, Fuck all your feelings, You cum guzzling kneeling slut faced appearance dumb fucking parrot! Does Polly want a cracker?! You couldn't even beat 50 Tyson battle rappin. Fuck the last laugh, I been laughing the whole time, You're like Derek Zoolander's spare hand in a Coal mine, Oh you got the black lung? Fuck it hoping this fool dies, I spit lines of poison like a Dilophosaurus, Better Cover your eyes.
I call you choking on my lyrical scrotum. Sorry i work 50 hours a week and cant live on my laptop like our heaven father.
I pretty much work from my laptop weather that's uni or just checking stocks n shit. And if you're using the whole 50 hour week as an excuse, how come it only just started affecting you? Didn't seem to affect you before
I'll start rhyming automatic fire like a machine gun, Kalashnikov like an AK, flossing these 20's like it's motherfucking pay day, Kill you, buried in the ground tell the feds you went on vaycay, Got a killer on our hands, set the alarm to mayday! Oh hey, I'm going mental, hit that nay nay, You going full retard, like you cray cray, Sativa or Indica?, like bullets lay into ya, You prolly picked me at random because I look like an easy win to ya, Well, I'm here to tell you, you can suck a dick, At the end of this, only one of us is left looking like a bitch.
You know you have to wait while I move weight. Aha, just kidding, not gonna leave you to sit around and masturbate while I have a mass debate, Spittin rhymes so fluid, you're going to have to masticate, like a massive steak, But no massive steaks, betting on me to come out on top, Those odd's are 1 to 1, because like Papa Doc, you'll surely flop, Surely not? I'll surely win, by a mile, not by the skin, On my teeth, back to steak, I'm causing beef, call me B.I.G. , Biggie, notorious Think I'm going to let you off easy, bitch you ain't Oscar Pistorious, Aha, my shit's glorious, get the water, get the soap, get the bucket, Mopping the floor with you bitches, I've won already, fuck it.
My flow is Alcatraz You'll never escape it, I Spit the same fucking bars that house them killers and rapists, You're impatient so you always falling flat on your face, Today's the day you get the fuck out the way, This my lane, Mr. no name no game write poetry so lame that pain just fills the veins of all its pray when its played, Make's my cranium ache, would take some bass just to keep me awake, Twist an eighth and blow the smoke in your face, New strain, Last few I got em straight off the plane, Are you straight? I think you caught Matthew MaConaughey's aid's, I reign, You complain cause you got nothing to say, I'll write a book before you finish a page, Too late! How the fuck you think you beat me two times when two times your lines couldn't even beat a rhyme over mine, Your blind, Deaf an dumb, like if Helen Keller had any sons, You'd be the one to inherit trait's from your mom, Aw Shuck's, This is fun I like to rap and belittle fictional biblical villains, From New Zealand all the way to east Philly, These bitches feel me yours been trying to holler, Sound like she gonna need a leash and a collar, Go an call her. Check mate bitch.
Then what was to stop you from replying before when you were too "busy"? Prolly picked me coz you think I'm nerdy, but you're not nurly thrice as wordy, See I'm making purdy bitches squirty, playing golf, 'n getting birdies, While you just nuttin early, prematurely, its purely entertaining, Shooting rhymes BANG BANG like a gat, maiming while aiming and shaming, Wild bitches do as I say, yeah I'm taming, and framing you, yeah I'm blaming, Training and gaining advantages, and flaming, so hot in this shit, you just flailing, Sailing to a better future, you're fodder so screw ya, You have no clue of my limits, do ya, I'll sue ya then prove ya I ruin ya, Chewing ya, biting ya, scaring ya, frightnin ya, fightin ya, smiting ya, Against all your best efforts, I'm still Almighty, ha!
Obviously all yall are wack ass rappers Some call me a white ass cracker But i really dont give 2 shits As long as i got bud i take some more hits But my brain and my whits are whats gonna let me win I dont play to lose so get the fuck back in Your little hiding place Put a blanket over yerself and cover yer face Cuz im a coming for all you mothafuckers Oh im sorry i said a "bad word" mothafuckers Here let me fix that u mothatruckers But i aint about to get redneck on yo ass just yet I think its funny though Im the only one that can get yer girl wet All u can do to that ho is spray her with a hose And yet u act like thats more than enough Well it aint What are u 3 A little immature faggot with no where to be Guess what try and come after me I've already cheated death before Good thing im still alive Now go back to your fucking whore
Yo first im gonna explain how this works, You don't win this shit by posting the most recent verse, It's bout content, and next to you im a godsend, Your lyrics dropped dead in the midst of my swamp land's, Offset Dayton's on them Hoosier tire's, That shit box you drive got 100,000 miles, You tired? Cause i got about 100,000 rhymes and all of them come out swinging with the fists of a giant, Your mine, I finally understand why your like this, You're hormone's been raging and your acne is bright red, But hey kid, don't be afraid of these changes your body's growing up just gotta wait and be patient, See one day you'll know what it means to be "busy", Instead of tickling your dick sitting in front of the TV, Geez we, Got a lot of tension rising up, I write all my raps at work cause i don't give a flying fuck. That's 10 hours a day, Everyday i write a page, I wrote all your fucking verses on the clock getting paid! YOUR FAKE, said it once but I figured id shout it, Holla at me ill be back in under 24 hours.
Ohh, aha, talking bout me driving a shit box, you're the one working fifty hours, Sorry to be a dick about it but my raps devour, Talking 100,000 raps, I spit that per hour, all the "rhymes" you have leave my mouth feeling sour, I know it's bout the best content, mine'll leave you feeling non-content and dirty, God raped you, best go to a convent, "Urrghhh" that's me stretching from a nice lay-in, Woke up at 4pm, bitch, yet my stocks and properties are still paying, What where you saying? "I wrote all your fucking verses on the clock getting paid!", *Yawn*, I write all your verses in my head, bitch, while I'm getting laid, Vision fades, go in to beast mode, I'm winning so hard at life you think I've got a cheat code, Like, we know, you ain't got shit, you didn't come back for days on end at one point, I beat bud-ling, Annicus, Sour head, and a whole host of other rappers better than you up in this joint, I'm smoking joints, bitch I don't give a shit, I really don't care how many pages you writ, Cause if your spittin what you writ, I think you need to quit it, Throat, I'll slit it, you're confined to rap, while I'm writing poetry, song lyrics, and fucking novel, Why you writing at work, bitch? No wifi in your run down hovel? GIVE A FUCK?! I'm winning, you're wining, I'm protecting, your multiplying, I'm rising, you're declining, you're dull, I'm shining, You're falling, I'm climbing, I'm, buying and flying in jets and signing while defiling air hostess', Bitch, shut the fuck up, go back to wearing shorts and vests, At the end of the day, I've beat rappers who're better than you, The bars I write are on the spot, don't need to think for hours like you do, I'll fuck you up in my dreams, stick a needle in your seams like voodoo
quote] The only hostess you fucked had a Strawberry filling, I get a feeling when I'm feeling your women, Its a given, I'M grinning your whining, If you Finna to find me, I'm in the jungle with the apes an the lions, I ain't hiding. I'm defying the odds, You Tryna to steal my applause, But bitch you couldn't steal the magnet off the back of a car, Fuck you and your rhyme's Double back an rewind, I could beat ya with my hands tied Checking the time, Look, FUCK YOU GOD you ain't ever saying nothin, Now you all a sudden pop up buggin cause I'm stuntin, All up on my nuts like you tryna suck em, I ain't wit that homosexual loving, Try another, Bitch You haven't beat a single soul that's graced this forum page, Your style draws a portrait of a whore in her 40's Ill escort your torture in order to sort ya, Your a bitch and been a Bitch since the day you we're born son. Learn something.