I'm highly explosive, Your a packet of wet matches I break rappers while you leave hair line fractures Half the shit I'm reading is unacceptable, So unintelligible, I'm not sure if you's have peas for brain or you's just vegetables Haven't posted in here for a while so don't even start, Give a fuck who you are, Your just aladin and I'm a slap you back to agrabah
This boy's got a skull n' cross bone That's what he'll be when I send his ass home Then you be like wagwarn, wagwarn then? Cuz it's this boy's head I dun spun n' sent Bruce Waynein it, so who's da boss? APH is just Clark Kent ,I said APH is just Clark Kent Your shit's the iPhone, your bars are bent This flow long, stable like Galaxy Come on rude boy send back and challenge me I'll send loud claps like the academy Have man cryin on set like the broad, Berry Quick shame havin to cross dress like the boy, Perry Set the shit off havin the whole thread howlerin Jerry
If we hollered Jerry, you'd come for the ice cream My rhymes too nasty, Makes port a potties enticing. I'll dice you like slap chop, slicing like I got a license to kill You can't fight me, its like a tree against lightning So I burn one down and let my flow illuminate Chilling, hakuna matata cuz you're a prank Spitting shit that has to make me double take Cuz I can't believe it was said like Eminem in the day. Spitting kid shit Go to chuck e cheese, grow up gain some mass So whack, tickets come out the wake a mole machine when u pass.
So wack* you make me want to brake you Killa kid go gorilla so in rap I guess I'm kinda ape too Your skill is about questionable as why you get erections when your flexin at foes I'm just here to rape you, dog I even brought the tape too It's no guessing, I think dudes drive you wild like play cars don't they, buy you a drink then get you in sync (n sync) with the gay bars Sent from my iPhone using Grasscity Foru
Nah, I like warm wet pussy, what you mean I passed a gay bar and waffle sloth was the name. And you try to rape me, I'm a lion, dog, you get mamed Cut all your arteries, I say that in vain Of course you go ape, you need to evolve your primitive flow I'm firing shots, distance is limited, close
I'll take a hit, not talking weed i'm talking Chris brown, Beyonce about to get dick downed, Tell Jay-z that i'm the one who runs this town! Stick around, you'll see a knockout i just ask my publicist which round?!? hahaha.. This a rich sound when i unzip my dick hits grounds, and makes sound waves that'll leave California in the pacific, let me be specific when i hit it i leave the ozone missing and ripped into pieces, I walk on lava, shoutout to my brother Jesus, believe this, Some words are just better unspoken/smoking the potent approaching the podium with opium in a potion when it gets opened i swallow that serum, now truth in the booth is all that you hearin', Self employed so call the boss tell em' how im steering and how im swervin!!! I'm gonna lose all control like a snapped cerebellum, I give em hell its whats expected, Thats just the spectrum, i'm well respected, beast on the beat i call it Tekken, im esoteric wisdom spitting, get your head kicked in and its cataclysmic, bitches twisted like these herbs be gettin', why is my life so fucking different? i just dont get it, life is one big run on sentence...Ironic. Sorry had to take time out the office, and put some beats down like Dwight shrute, In the right mood i find fuel to be a typhoon at high noon.
Wagwarn? I ain't down with your negro lingo, But your throat I'll slice like kimbo, Educating you is not the plan, You could be beneath my feet and you still wouldn't understand, So fuck you juggala, Time to slap you back to agrabah
Faggot rappers trying to be on some deep-swag, but no-ones feeling that like pedophiles with no pants. You're pants you little maggots, I could body-bag your whole clan, and hang you like you're black and I'm the Ku-Klux Klan. Newcastle's Johnny Cash of rap dressed in black, back-to-back bringing classics unfathomable at that. So don't fuck with the facts, I smack you something Dizaster-ous, it's Math (Hoffa) that I just add up to what you can never have. Stone Cold Sutherland stunning since ninety-three, traded the three-sixteen for triple-sixes as a teen. Spitting sixteens that guillotine these Queens as routine, a UK G sipping-some tea with THC-infused cream. Tetrahydrocannabinol in my cholesterol, Ethanol overhauling down my throat like waterfalls. Fireball the chest as the cest caresses me breathless, possessing me with this effortless rhyming eloquence.
I try to stay out of here, you weak bitches far too easy to sear, calling each other queer but ya'll ain't man enough that's crystal clear My words sparkle like the sun, all the ladies want me like Edward Cullen, spew faster than a machine gun, grand slam home run When I decide to go slumming, I'd rather be cumming, feel like I'm at middle school, tools, fools and faggot ass mules, come at me split ya like wood, axe thru ya one swipe, I'm like Robin Hood, rhythm runs rampantly ricochetting through the melody pipe. I ask myself why I stop in, ya'll just a hip hop sin, what good am I doing down with the swine, with oinkers I dine, pig ass bitches who still haven't found big boy britches, shitting up your backs, dreaming bout your racks on racks, rack rack city bitch ten wins to your one, since I'm here ya'll done, that'll do dawgs. I thought since everyone was borrowing bars, thought why I'd steal a few too, talent like mine though: rare like Mew, like fine Cuban cigars, I'm the slammer ya'll the pogs, this thread's a shitty rerun, ain't nobody want to watch, I have insomnia but after this I'll saw logs, see just another notch, in my belt of wins drowning in a sea of emcees so vapidly empty I'm searching for intelligent life but I guess I gotta call SETI
Every time I read a verse you post I get a little nervous... Could I catch herpes's from lurking in these blistered ass verse's? Uncertain but first in line to sign up to fight chumps, Write much? Cause I've seen better bars at Justin Berber night clubs, Your not "like" scum, You are the definition. I know you feel this shit with that enlarged fucking clitorious! What's the difference still persistent Stuffing stockings for Christmas, What's with all these rubber cocks on your Amazon wish list? pshh Typical Christian. Lol
No wonder you get nervous, you never spit with a purpose, you don't even deliver lip service, you think YOUR'E good but ya just be pompous, just as lame below the surface, same thing as last time ho tep's versus Anni's verses, ones left with one to rub, out, the other left being the cherub, thou calleth thee scum? At that I bite my thumb, you know nothing of a clitoris, think it's a sponge and porous, you do no doubt, I am without a doubt on women's wish list, rhetorician on a mission of literary composition that is my definition, perhaps instead of thinking of rubber dongs, you should insist on learning the gist, pray to any god you'd like even the Christian one, ask him to stuff your stocking after y'all get done docking, I'll always be mocking, you the quickest, my talent the thickest. My tongue's a magician, ask yo girl she's the one I christen, verses more deadly than ricin, I think I hear a small violin
The light bulb above my head Brighter than the ones for buddha grows Performing linguistic judo throws Only way you overcome these flows, Is by exploiting technical loopholes Your rhymes are slop like flies in soup bowls Bombs drop, burn out your eyes when the nuke blows This is how I slaughter souls and level blocks, Spit hotter than the coals on which the devil walks Until the earth consumes me once my vessel stops, Cats will look up to me standing on the pedestal's top It's all one and anything that ain't, the centripetal drops
Come-and-kill-it-like-I-got-a-AK, Throwin bullets like 50's and it's motherfucking pay day, Bitch, grab that camera, we bout to re-enact Kim K and Ray J, Bout to fuck it all up, mayday! like an intern, Destroy you all, no need to get in line, in turn, You sinned, burn, In-cur, wrath you didn't know was real, Spit shit so fuckin insane, you spit the same monotonous spiel, So fall to the floor, wait for your wounds to heal while under my heel, Under my boot, Await execution, what you want for your least meal? Tough shit, you ain't gettin it, I'm in control so stop, You rapping bout how you out here, fuckin thots, How bout you shut up and stop spewing shit, Think you're better than me, I think you had too much to drink, I'm the fucking best at this so bitch get on my dick, Subconsciously subvert you, so you know I'm sick, Bitch I don't give a fuck what you think.
I'm just Aladdin getting my phallus sucked by Jasmine in the back of my palace Aph still making transactions for some trans action, My grams send my grams into a stroke induced back spin, My grams send my pen into strokes of satisfaction, I smoke grams on peninisulas where man still making wooden ships but never seen penmanship and flipped shit like ten monkeys on acid when i started scribbilin the sickest scripts with my tenacity, Jam my Cds out the ghetto blaster at fraternitys , that's blaspheme, your whack raps are ass to me, Smoking Kobe i never pass my weed, when you pass by me its a catastrophe, something for the whole class to see like the teacher sporting a pair of double D's, you a bitch MC who thinks hes tight, but we all know Aph stands for Aphrodite.
Bitch, that Jay Z line was mine, I rapped it in previous verses, But don't sweat it, it's not the kind of shit that will make you put you in hearses, Those kinda persons, I'll put 'em in the ground for fake watches 'n purses, Fake gangsters, fake ballers, free fallers, I cut their shoot, then impregnate their daughters, They try and stop me with a shotgun, it's like I take a lamb to slaughter, I slip a bitch ricin, watch as her mouth foams, Glance back to my weed lab, use the loupe to check out the trichomes, Anyway, the first line was what I really wanted to say, I'm not trying to battle you, I just got a bit carried away.
You know i spit that line better because you off your game, I see you in different pants, but to me you just some pocket change, get it because your pockets changed, In london droppin pounds like weight watchers mane, See my money on the rise, yours on the fall like the stock exchange, See i aint busting guns, i'm busting nuts when i talk the cock n bang, But that doesnt mean i wouldnt snap your neck easier than breaking Lhasa Apso's legs... I wasn't looking to rap today, but since your ass had to show his face i guess i'll have to rearrange his case like cassius clay and leave him with a nasty after taste, See i'll stab this pen through you'r brain...so you feel what i'm writing, I'm the tenacious Titan, raps so far out its like im on a spaceship rhyming, Drinking hennesey, you'll remember me, I'll have your face looking like you had leprosy, Finding nemo i bet you stutter when you sea anemone (see an enemy).
Not of my game but even if I was, it doesn't matter, You stealing verses, like you steal babies, fuck Acid, your name's really the Cradlesnatcher, Lyrical attack, sir, you're not being knighted, I still got a sword to your neck, so start to backtrack, cur, Fuck Cassius Clay, I'm Julius Caesar, stab you in the throat with my spear, you drop to the ground, I leave ya, To bleed, ha, Police come calling calling me a murder, Telling me I killed Acidphere, I'm like "Nope, haven't heard of ya!" They're trying to get evidence to arrest me, But these bitches don't know my weights is heavy! The weight I move, the weight I lift, the weight I hold, the weight I shift, I mean the coke, The powder, dust, snow, I'm moving kilos while you're broke, So bitch better sit down and shut up, before I put you in my scopes, You know the weed ain't the only thing you're gonna smoke, I'll burn your fucking house down and leave you inside to choke, I walk out, back to the explosion as I walk away like a fucking movie actor, I don't give a fuck you wanna fight me, but I'll pull some weird shit, stab you in the throat with a protractor, But at the end of the day, I respect Acidphere, Although sometimes I suspect he's a massive queer, Sucking dick for cars, butt fucking dudes in bars, Whether they're lyrical or real-life bars it's not written in the cards, I'll still shatter your pelvis, stab you in the throat with the shards.
I spit raps that snap backs like ciopractic practices, Precise actions while you all still ass kissing, hash vision, high as fuck just laughing at you fags bitching, Yinz should all have ("been fisted") in your character descriptions. Fucking losers. I vape 2 grams while I'm shopping at Walmart, You pussy get nervous if you smell in the parkin lot. Fuck the cops, I move like the hour hand, Catch me staying higher than Shaquille O'Neals shower fan, I devour cans of black an tan, Then I drive with one hand in your girlfriends pants, That's me! The guy that steals the breast cancer magnet of the back of your trunk, Just to put it on eBay an auction it off, Fuck off, everyone here sucks at least a dick a day, So there nothing yinz could say cause your all fucking gay.
You can't spit you little bitch, just like Rose on Titanic. I cause havoc on a mic, the midas-touch when I grab-it. Often mistaken as Middle-Eastern or Hispanic, cos I'm the blackest white-boy to ever grace this planet. You Z-list emcees'll be seeing stars when you see me, you couldn't defeat me if you cheated stealing my lyrics and beat. Eyeing the crowd as I speak as only the truth passes teeth, and even in the past-tense I surpassed your present speech. I'm Harry Pothead, the philosopher's stoned on home-grown. It's set in stone since I was newborn I'll be dope till my tombstone. Any throne I'm overthrowing settling scores with no remorse, so henceforth I'm enforcing a lethal force to those I oppose. It's my path to# smash the glass-jaws of rappers stacking cash, but time passes in a fraction tipping with the hourglass. So when I'm harassed by under-classed rappers in a clash, I crack em' so hard in the nads even their kid's'll feel the aftermath. So sick, injecting elephant shit, while getting blue like a true Crip on the tip of my dick. Infecting chicks with jizz mixed with the spirits and spliffs, cutting heads till high-pitched bitches scream as vocals-rip. Finding nirvana in Marijuana turned to lava, whores holla at papa not knowing they get nada. Bad# karma turned to drama whenever you wanna melodrama, I'm a martyr for sonatas/lyricism of this genre. I'm Hip-Hop and won't stop till clocks stop, tick-tock on the watch as you watch the coffins drop. I don't flop like girls flaps, I'm the king of the dot, a heart-throb to your whole squad who wish they were hard.