Looks like I survived the Apocalibz, Expanded the territory, running a metropolis, Off with his, head, yeah I ofta bitch, You actin balla but I'm ballin way over your head, like I'm of tha pitch, And you kno if you tryna talk, I'mma of tha snitch, So you better brace yourself like a boffin in this, Bentleys, cash stacks, ounces and flashbacks, Cheques in the mail go to the bank and I cash that, Rash act, beat you to death with your snapback, Your luck's back, scratch that, god morph into animals and he-a turn to a black cat, Rap back, form words as he morphs his mouth till it's super human, Valet's coat, grabbin car keys and Imma hoon em, See the flashing lights in the mirror, foot to the floor, Imma lose em, Check ma arsenal, peruse em n grab the bombs and use em, Dropping explosives, double-loaded, Imma-know-this, imma-throw-this, Like yo bitch, you a creepy little spider, creepin on my house like foe kids, You a ho snitch, I'm a pro glitch, like CoD teleport and put you down like a rodint (rodant), Whiskey bottles, I'm fo in, still not floorin, like I'm floatin, Wall's ain't borders, like I'm foreign, Imma show dem, as the lights dim, I start glowing, and they knowin, that-im-bout-to-blow-them-out-the-water like I'm 'splosive Ahh my shit blow like a terrorist, Bout to slit your throat and sacrifice you for the hell of it, I would burn you with my words, burn your flesh, but I don't like the smell of it, "oohh, I got chains" bitch I'm rippin off your jewellery and soon Im gun be smeltin it, Meltin it, boil it down, turn to a model of me, You say you got the weed at your house then G I'm gun be robbin a key(Ki), Back to some dudes grow flat, and I'mma be croppin some trees, Who hotter than me, No one, Chuck a stone at me, I'mma pull a 'nade and throw one, Blow one, suck a dick you lil bitch, I'm the flyist mufucker in this thread, call me quiddich
Sorry had work and shit. still the king though got verbs got words got herb, stuck inside of my head like dirt, musta been a hallucinogen I took, when im in my head writing in a book. the boom box speaks when it peaks off shrooms, with a boom clap boom, beats shake the room, three days and ill be escaping soon, zooming in on to the adjacent moon. seeing cartoons in all shapes and hues, blue green grey, feeling kinda spacious too, better rearrange the day in this altered mood, its the alternative to my autotune. getting lost in my own thoughts, for about an hour or two like a self reflecting robot, showered with powers of rythmical blues, fusing with flows of the system for a minute or two. hold up whats gotten into this dude, a couple handfuls of psilocybilical shrooms, thc capsules, pills and a million brews, it doesn't matter, cause im still killin this illiterate dude.
This will probably be slightly weird, again, I'm exceptionally drunk, and I only wrote this quickly, I'm bout to go out... I may have a drinking problem, OHwell, this'll do for now, I'll get back on game tomorrow. You know I'm on tha track, take flack from the shotty shells I'm spillin, Full auto to the dome, leave the head blown of all these motherfuckers that I'm killin, My car fishtails, white errywhere, driving while I'm weighing up the fish scales, It's like I'm reeling while I'm wheeling, all that white powder, even looking at it leave em reeling, Coke hoes tryna get blow, tryna give blows, and the fake bros tryna take those, We'a trade blows, but there ain't no trading bout it, Punch you in the skull, knock you down, wake up in the west wing a week later, and you'a know nothing bout it, All these cats runnin up on me tryna get at this wealth I'm flaunting, I'm bout it, My flows just goin, I'm writing what I'm thinking, All these dots in my head, might not make sense, but in my mind they're linking, I'm blinking, woke up from what I thought was a fairytale, realised my life isn't a dream, I'm the King of this shit you lil faggot, you just a massive Queen....
I bet these silly dummies rap about as well as i can sing I skimmed thru ur shit cos i couldnt be fucked to read the whole damn thing But heres the thing i swing a bag of bars barragin bones like bats I spit like gats and slap a slag and smoke a ounce cos its like dat About you wrote it while your drunk, ill smoke a pile of skunk And sip a swig of sticky yac a shot of jack i neck it back I count a stack of paper, slap a faker, crack a face and whack a hater Better things to so ill say fuck you all & catch ya later
god you want a rap battle, or a battle rap and a stack of candles? you ain't jack to me, but a figurine with cracked handles and a plastic dream. lacking a plan of action or necessities of where you'd rather be, who's the scary man in action gasping at his apathy? your not on my level, well im sure as hell you couldn't be, quick go grab an instrumental and practice till eternity, till the ember flickers rise and burn at you internally, murdering a vilified version of absurdity.
See I'm always on the grind bytch I ride like a boat do, da bomb in da booth -jihad on your pro tools, Never been Islamic and I'll eat you like soulfood, Pork or beef i treat both like tofu, Get mad hair change blonde like I'm goku, Punch you in the throat and watch you gag off ya vocals, Never on some playin shit real show - throat you, Reepa - now games-even ripped up sodoku,
You say you aint islamic but to challenge me is suicide Its do or die and out of you and i we both know who will fly You stupid guy your facing death so place your bets ill take his head And kick his door and fuck his whore and clear his house and paint it red This aint a test it aint a warnin this is the uppercut whack your jaw in, Sleepin yawnin creepin crawlin crappin on your shit its boring Ill slap and slump a chump and kamehame- bitch you aint goku your roshi And like bulmas panties im about to cause a fuckin nosebleed
Listen nodd for you get broke I'm a given godd, But you got like no dick soooo bytch you beta dip and dodge, Couple hits to ya shit have ya biscuit pick a side, shirt turn apple red them stains won't lift wit tide, Buss you in ya shit then sit I don't hit and hide, Leave you dead on my own porch and I don't even get inside, Grass city gassed you up but you a never get ta drive, When it come to rappin every bar Christmas time, Fux on this bitches mind you are not on my wall dog, Knock out your grill have you tryna find Paul wall,
Ayo this reepa gonna choke when i put him in the sleeper, I creep up steep slopes like sheep uphill, you cant keep up, Cause its straight hoes down and Gz up, oh shit i better ease up, This little bitty shitty prick i lit a sticky spliff yo i better put my feet up, Get cracked like peanuts while deez nuts dangle, i mangle a man, Razorblade spittage every angle, bang bang get hanged by your ankles, Talk slang, slang shit, talk shit get your head split, neck slit, let the blood exit And prepare for the next bit, the bit where the darkness grant you your death wish
You could spit all that fake gimmick shit but listen bitch I'll split ya shit, Reverse your IP address a have me sitting where yo dishes is, Dear mr naddz your whole flow rediculous, I'm discussed with your double life pizzaman/lyricist, You never was a "G" I could tell where your spirit is, But understand this you a bitch ...nigga period!!!, Typing like he tough-on his phone like he serious, Fuck if you mad care less if you furious (lol), Tryna write all fast just shows thatcha scary now, If you did become a "G" what's the use of a scary clown, IT" was scary--but I grew and nigga every pound, Gives me means to take a clown by the head and twist his frame around,
About your twist my frame around, you got the lamest sound, Tryna pick up empty shells and let off shots with the same round, Better stay down, bitch this aint the muthafuckin playground, With all them N-bombs i know for sure tyrone is your name now, I've worked your little game out, same shit same mouth, Your approaching the heat like flocks of birds when they came south I put the flame out and spray ice in your vicinity, Ability to guillotine your guts into infinity, I stop for thought.. What a pause, burn you in the hypocaust 6 million ways to die this is the muthafuckin holocaust
Calling out anyone. if your shits whack, may not reply. if you know my name put your hands up in the air again, aresol cans keep sprayin tags of this arrogance, he's tearing these chains, changing the game, its an embarrassment that none of you fuckers stay in your lane, you get demerited. happens to matter to me, to keep us sane, all I here is the same things, its driving me irate, me thinks the game needs changing, please stay, sit down, oh me? I was just leaving, please believe me, I aint supposed to be here this evening, was there anybody else who really wanted see me? please just believe that it wasn't so easy, to craft a recipe that'll withstand an mc or any enemy who thinks theyll befriend me so freely.
Lil bit high so I'll make a little rap just muckin around Gonna need some bud for your brain pain, mind game, super mayn. In the exact same predicament my shipment, I tipped it, I licked it, MJ, Weedmaps, I clicked it, you flicked it, your mother did the splits; dip You fuckers play the rap game Phat fame, fast lane, snipe-aim Im gonna hit you with my untamed, Raps im, original, im sinical, im lyrical anything I fucken say is critical Attack me, the rap scene; addicted like a crack fiend, I rap like I fuck cream quicker than an icecream Wait what? Beat drop, green crop, feet lock, car; cop, clock stops, chop chop I fucked your bitch I said I fucked your bitch High pitch, she spits, Lilo and stitch Im just chillen with the crew Your just chillen with your new, Laptop like "Squirtel I choose you!"
Fuck the fast lane or your lane, I made my own lane I'll peel your cap back, and spit on your brain I'm a real life monster, without a conscience In the back of a jacked sedan, trying to get some rounds in Fuck coming through the window, I'm at your front door I bet the glock 40 leaves a mess on your floor We don't drink water out here, we just drink lean And if you bring them hoes around then we'll have them on some beans I'm turning tricks, pushing bricks, squeezing clips, and getting rich I make ganja dissappear like oh there goes a pound and, another pound, and another pound thats another thousand I'm pushing bricks, you prolly lickin dicks, or suckin man tits While you been tugging on cock trying to get your rocks off I been on the corner going savage and holding down a block So to spit back would be a mishap My words are like a .223 and all I shoot is hi-caps Fuck your childish rhymes, that's just chit chat You don't mean no harm, I bet you're sweeter than a kit kat.
Why does everyone on this forum have the same fucking flow? I'm a come back with a stack of, aphrodisiacs in a back pack, all I hear is you pussies yellin at me your under attack and yackity yack yack. Dont push me there's nothin to fall back on, till your flat against the wall and everything's all, back off! I dont want you to give me beef no more, see even we can agree on an equal score, even more, better or yet, a sinister vet, a veteran with an illiterate pen givin into a menacing tension, and wishing he went to sit in another direction, I wonder if he's even listening yet. when will it sink in, that he mutters these threats under his breath, stu, stu, stu, stuttering with zero intelligence, he doesn't get the respect because he's a worthless piece an absurdity worth less than what he deserves to be, he worships jesus for all eternity, these curse words mean nothing more to me, hit me back when you got something more to say, like maybe when you learn rap, cause your flows boring me.
You could type a hundreds words, go ahead and type a thousand But nothing can compare to slingin work in public housing Blow white seats, with a heater in my hoes handbag Your flow looks like a jumble of words strung together by a schizophrenic hobo, with no home Talk shit, keyboard warrior, in person I'd split your dome If I wear you I would take your broke ass home Get caught lackin all you'll here is click clack then Bang, then I come and dance on your grave like I'm Norman I got 8 bitches like I'm Mormon And I take enjoyment out of cutting you Make another incision on you, make sure we pull out every tooth