The Hadron Collider of this piece Crush matter when I speak Shatter your reality like an acid peak My words form black holes Constellate like the zodiac Into the shape of animals Blow your mind's basic channels Contemplate my consonants Illumine the stream of consciousness Copped an eighth of Boomer Esiason Flushed my system with a bottle of Niacin THC molecules in my hair follicles Another chapter in the drug chronicles Pop a X tablet, torch a weed bag We inhabit Grasscity, so fuck a rehab Blowing up the spot like a speed lab
Ah.. Crushing matter when you speak, more like slushing words that barely rhyme out as you speak, I'll drop a beat, and your sisters banging to the sta-sta-tic, yeah getting pretty hot in here baby, crank up the heat and, bitch dont talk about weed, I got that cali weed, more like a fucking habit, and my habitat is screams and sirens, all in my mind GUN shot and, at least you can understand the verses that I'm spittin' son, gotta big vocabulary, but mine flow, so sit the fuck down bitch.. This is shaggys show
The Shaggy show? No. Smoke this faggot like hydro I left Cali, adapted to the cold Dump your body in an ice hole Shag tokes a schwagg/spice bowl Calls it chronic, raps moronic Verses rated incompetent Don't even deserve a comment You're a fucking charity case Modern hippy? You're a cliche A product of cultural decay
Tell me get it, I say got it cuz I got no other option I stay clocked on the job, these niggas ain't even watchin. What's Big Ben to a Casio? You pimples want bottles poppin, But you hide behind keyboards like they flame retardants. Lemme get my Charizard who ain't trained to change targets. To aim at those who claim their bars is hard, but soft as gay dolphins. This ain't no card game but you're like jello origami, straight foldin'. Nigga I'm all in, while you went to prom solo, still hand holdin. Got a handjob from Palmela Handerson and came out glowing. Pimped out your own hand, because you were tired of lawn mowing. Even though she's attached to your wrist, she's in the school garden, hoeing. You sweet as friday night Moscato wine, nigga I'm all gin. Ask Snoop if he got the juice, 2Pacs, then I grab some friends. She's dating her, while her sister dates her's. A couple set of twins. Get 'em wet and sticky cuz they think I'm fresh. Call me double mint. Holding on to the bottom of you shoe. Run yo' self foo, I like dem. Oh, but they a few sizes too small? Fuck it, get em off the tree limb. Tie your neck with the shoelaces, because your feet stay stinkin'. Nobody even missed you, left your body hanging all Superbowl weekend. Play you like Statefarm's commercial- wheezing and pleadin' in the deep end.
Acidphere all on this bitch nuts, pattin his back like he got hiccups Have my niggas pull the whip up, duct tape and deliver you, fuck a pick up Im bout to rip these bitches vicious, someone please go get a bishop Inform they families they slipped up, send you back in boxes like christmas Theres no way that you can handle all the shit that you talkin your lyrics can't hold a candle to what im cockin an poppin Make you retire like Hopsin, or make a dumpster your coffin Your words got no legs to stand on like Chris Reeves or Steph Hawking And fuckers im just gettin started, haven't even reached my peak, shit! im'a thoroughbred nigga, you ponies racing in the preakness and im not being facetious when I say i'll leave these fetus speechless and with a quick and painless sequence send these baby bitches up to Jesus.
Yes indeed, here comes the king of weed, Been killing all you clones since I was a seed, By the time y'all got true leaves, I'm already done, It's like your fucking round with cfl's, I'm standing on the sun, So now I've won?, well nah not just yet, See I gots myself going with a little bet, I reckon none of you fools will dare rise to the occasion, I'll even bring viagra and ignore your caucasian!, No mention of your mother, won't even say she fat, But it's hard to believe your daddy drinks enough to do that, Oops I slipped there, retreating to the sin bin, Sparking up a spliff to celebrate my win win....
It's an apocalibz, a cluster fuck thats shockin kids locked in a box is a cop and a dog fighting the thoughts of an optimist. hes igniting this in the distance, the sounds of sirens, more profound than a thousand pounds of lightening hitting and striking the crowns of osiris he allows the mic to spit, he clears his throat, show boats, gloats and goes home to the town of open hearts and pulled apart thrones he knows he's far from this, but so close to home, he's able to rip these fables apart as he starts to grip cables with both arms and harbors the fails of a dozen fairy tale bartered bits hes armored with.
I'm the definition of a nightmare, see that's jus why we chalk and cheese, So please, ease into the format as applied by Breeze, I grow trees, that no one sees, never been told freeze, I sting so fast it's like a hundred fuckin thousand bees, Before you know it you are paralyzed, down on all threes, It should be fours, but I already took one ya knees, At least be man enough to take it, don't sit and beg, It's enough of a shame being maimed with your own damn leg.....
You're slower than a trailer hitch, legs don't work like some bum knees. You're lower than the class failure, bitch, only reason anyone calls you a G. nah, fuck that. Hopsin retiring from rap was all a big joke, dummy. I was in his Hop is Back battle and asked for no money. It was all freestyles, but don't get mixed up- my style ain't free. I just wanted to chill with the dude and bump some sick beats. Now watch as I take this nigga's sippy cup, and rock him back to sleep. Asked Genie for a bigger penis, but he still couldn't get rid of your vagina. GaNinja claims to be a thug but he's so fake, he tried to represent West Carolina. Ran you over in my car, that's the only time you had any hood behind ya. We choke pedophiles- You hang with the pope, Tyga, and MJ in the line up. You only get down and dirty when you're digging for Chilean minors. Try to bury my bars and they just poke up through the ground in China. Powder off your bones like French archeologists looking for saurs de dina. 6-9 or 9-6, what's the difference? Treat your wrists like equal scores, they tied up. Finish your chores. I'll Hiroshima your shores. Don't want me to wave, I'm tidal. Spongebob's snail, you sound pussy. Get what's in this shell and see what's inside you. Snatch gold belts and the top words off every book, ever. I'm coming for that title. You follow me like a bitch, dog. If you act like Pikachu, how you expect to be my rival?
Finally, somebody...Thank you alazaay...I love the battle stuff. Good shit bro So this pussy dyke, wants to fight? did I hear that shit right? One chance to apologize, Im doin this to save your life I follow no man, but i'll show how hard that this dog can bite got more Hart than Kevin, nigga its about to be night, night Im the type to never fold, bring a pen to a knife fight and still come out fresher than a pair of straight white nikes Im a god on these bars, play with the stars like a lite bright Metaphors put you on all fours, out like a porch light And why ya'll keep talkin pedophiles- niggas thats touchin children You dummies need sylvan- More animated than Scott Pilgram Im from NYC home of the brave-watched them downed buildings So you cowards don't shake me, you muthafuckas just fill ins Don't you understand? Im just here to get some damn meals in I eat you fake fucks, while im smokin, gettin head, chillin when im done an cum, my bitch bounce and i get back to the real shit makin money in real life, while niggas on here act like they got the skill to sell a million.
gods next gift They said life was'nt easy now that bitch got my dick in a death grip, she swallow the semon like it was nesquick, ate that ass to snack like some chex mix, only if she use some chap stick, or lip stick, that sex stench she drenched in mixed with my wicked intentions, I agree that we need bad people to show you who the best is, I've seen more blood than a diabetics test strips, I'm about to put in work- so show me where my desk is, this must be the feeling of what its like being blessed in a world thats infected and full of depression, so sick i inhale minerals than ex-hale some asbestos, fuck it im trying my bestest Crashed my first lexus so its ironicI think im wreckless when its obvious i'm wreckin' everything up in my section, I'm a goon i reckon, gonna see jail soon i reckon', the truth the only thing you be strechin' i be streching wenches when a ten inch erection i reckon you hecklers take a face full of wrenches, lie one more time and i send my hench-men, I got a fucking Heisman for sitting on the bench man... I got the hardest game i'm a dark soul, this is the part where i start to talk slow, This the outro, knock a penguin out at the south pole and ask what dat mouf do tho
Shit, that was a pretty nice read, you got potential. I was coming up with something to counter, but not as creative as I'd like to be at this second.
Totally got sidetracked yesterday, Ill hit you back up tonight after work! Edit: sorry wrong dude bro Ill hit you back up after work!
Manipulate to change the game, Feed rage to a brain with a haterish face, I kick back wit the hash and I'm loving the taste, While That shit you smoking smells like something you ate, What chu pay name your price an I bet I could a beat it,.. What you say? I don't think you really wanna repeat it, We laughing cause we burn though twice that in a weekend, Y'all softer than them condoms that are made outta sheep skin, This beefing. ten racks of meat stacked fast your ass is smack in the middle of this boy, fat slabs of calf's with tactical grilling while I'm killing the realist and you feeling the heat coils, Grab the bread an then Mcgriddle the heat source, fuck your feelings man I'm hungry my feet sore, How you like the way I sound on this beat boy, Y'all bitches sound faker than unsweetened bean soy, lol
Mcwaffle sloth sucks cock's all day, Probably won't read this but he just may... If his prepaid minutes aint over his limit, Could give a shit if you don't like how the fuck I been spitting, Your bitch still spitting jizz when I come for a visit, Nearly tripping on herself just to answer.......Whooo is ittttttttttttt? 💠She dripping half naked on the way to the door, damn. She fucked the mail man once cause he got there before hand, I joined in wit em but delivery's slow man, But once she's warmed up you'll never know when she'll blow. BAM! Lol.
pull back your eyelids, watch this flacid act of violence you run around the track, with a tragic lack of guidance. a classical act of mindless talk "lets put this behind us" followed by the sound of sirens then the screech of silence. words of science, armored and autonomis, living in a house, holding old household appliances, your shouting at the toasters and you start to eat a frying pan, your sitting on the floorboards then you decided just to cry again hey ill cheer you up, reach for my cardigan, and I headed to my car, to get the worlds smallest violin, cause my timing is violent, and im vibrantly trying, to strike a chord with these cryin kids.
Play that violin an imma shoot it in half, Last time I heard that reference was from Eugene Krabs, I guess your balls just dropped an your voice just deepened, Got me cheesing like the creases on your Chuck e cheese pizza, Green demon steaming O's the size of rings off a bull's nose, I mold flows like clay an Patrick swayze your old hoes, Cold flow to boiling mode contort to morph this G5 force, While your porcelain physique's torn piece by piece from the speech beneath these vocal cords. Sry didn't mean to steal the dudes come back lol couldn't resist.
Somebody cage this deranged animal, He's dangerous, some days you just would not want to play with this, A courageous mix, of hannibal lector, resurrector of rhymes, protecting his future endeavors. interceptor of these villainous crimes, a million times, he's murdering these instrumentals, doing time for lines in books he wrote with broke credentials, an element of hopeless dreams, screams, and broken pencils. You couldn't dream to do what I can do, get on the track and murder a line or two. while I practice mine, you'd rather take the scenic route, gravitate to one side, its not just obscene, its true. I believe in you. but your flows all outta whack, you need practice, instead going all out on attack, hauling ass, this time, dont try hitting me back, its attempt less, your two feet short of a stack, you lack an original flow and you come up short on the tact, reorganize your style then come up with a plan.