uhhhh lick my bootyhole, bang your mom in the studio, she tried to touch my nuts but instead i grabbed at her prunes yo. and when i said the prunes you know that i meant the boobies hoe. hey yo i got some news for your sister bro, tell her to stop hittin my phone cuz i done changed my number ill stick my dick in a gloryhole listen mang yo granny tryin to bite my penis holy shit cant believe this she might be your mamas mama a little christian religious, either way she speakin gibberish over my 9 inch jiggle stick, even if she a nun you know that im goin into it. either way i already slayed you i hit you right where it hurts, if want to return a verse, youll catch me up in your mamas skirt. peace
Ive got this pencil, it's fused to my brain a stenciled tempo, an instrumental mentally glued to each one of my temples, a hollow illuminati tunnel that's funneled from solomon central, and all of a sudden I'm an honorable general talking this rich like I'm hollering emeralds, im swallowing venom and spit balling acidic tolerant hellos. I'm a sick fuck, you still suck, you fuckers act ill so get struck in the back, im hitting your hat bill with the broad side of my bat like you mother fuckers are under attack just stand still. I'll kill you and still bury the hatchet, motel 6 hidden under a matress, the maid came, and I gave some spare change, a mac 10, a black bag, and plastic wrap to wrap your ass in, with no questions asked this cleaners an assassin.
uhhh you think that you can rap dog ill bang your grandma had that bitch take her teeth out then i pulled out my camera she really wasnt shy so she grabbed my weener and stared in the lens kid you a fuckin fag on pretend shit, kiss my ass is what ill say to you and your friends bitch. lick the brown eye right between my buttcheeks, you and your pussy ass is lookin like some lunch meat maybe a black girl pussy just like roast beef im at the top of this game bitch gimmie the trophy and you funny thinkin that your punk ass can roast me uh
you talkin bout those prunes like fuckin prune juice boost your immune and make you shit too talkin shit bout granny bitin your dick in reality its just a fuckin baby carrot stick not really fuckin nuns just fantasizing religion when im old and feedin pigeons yo ass will be imprisoned
uhhh thats right bitch ill drink that prune juice up, she sucked my nuts, dryer than cotton mouth from the blunt think im playin? just give me 20 minutes till nap time then ill get to diaper changin, that old broad with a bag swangin, the turkey gizzard gonna be hangin from the bottom of her neck like thanksgiving dinner from satan you see i love this shit, and she gon' suck on my carrot stick, because it goes really well with chicken dinner bitch so jokes on you and when she eatin "food", i hope you know that she chokes too, maybe thats the reason for me to be imprisoned while your old ass is homeless on the street feedin pigeons uhhhh
when i say feedin pigeons im talking bout those bitches and hoes you playin that front, straight up flexin, pretendin your a felon no street credit no real foes, dont cry or get a tissue for your nose I'll sick my dick in that gizzard, cum and call it a blizzard winner winner chicken dinner imma pull the fuckin trigger cause this my grind, this my block, pull some tricks and see this glock you'll be in the ground, aint nobody gonna sweat a little punk cause this block consists of killers and they lookin for you wigger Trap block 5hunnid
uhh when yall gonna learn that rappin aint about what street you live on, or about what block you hangin on with hunna hunna guns i will show you that you son'd, i aint about threatnin you but yo ill threat to bang your mom listen hunna listen i might be a white boy, but no way am i a wangster just because i rhyme about your mom suckin on my wanker boy your rappin weak, your breath smell like shit cuz all you talk is poop, you dont wanna catch me on a peak mushrooms, lsd i might stab you in the teeth and yo my gooms will turn your punkass little block into dust up on the streets i lace the fuckin weed, i cant feel fuckin pain i got the double strength zombie shit im lookin for these brains that chicken eatin grains, mang back to this turkey shit yo you should slit your veins because if you couldnt remember i was talkin about that cane, that YOUR granny is holding yo i shove it between her legs, but mang since you touch that gizzard you admitin to incest her boobies draggin on the floor, her vagina might be sore, her pubes look like broccoli, and her on your kitchen floor yeee
broccoli, broccoli smokin on broccoli chillin with ur ho and she calls me bill cosby scored another goal now she calls me sidney crosby whos finna beat me not you, obvi golly, got this bitch jumping like an ollie kickin it with the thotties in my holm, holly ask me if im finna fuck ur bitch probably asked her if shes finna suck this dick probably naw b, naw c, this isnt a hobby get the puck up out this bitch like its fuckin hockey shoutouts to the honkeys, shoutouts to the donkeys shoutouts to your mommy, head game gnarly shoutouts to toronto shoutouts to the marlies sbgrowery, u dont wanna go with me
uhhh you finna catch me in a good mood today so ima give you the benefit and let yo ass walk away but if you wanna battle bitch yo i stand here all day and watch you give shoutouts to faggots who dont know yo name you said that you fucked my ho but really you fuckin lame bitchass copy my shit and say that you got some game when really you laptopin pornhub cracker you gay funny thing tho mang i really dont got a ho, only quadriplegic bitch, yo i eat up my vegetables, you suckin on testicles, real niqqqa smokin menthols, the teacher lookin sexy she pull me out in the hall, grabbin me by my balls, she had that fat ass and she put her hands on the wall, like santa bitch every hoes chimney ima cum down em all, and it doesnt matter if you think my rap sucks, cuz this shitll never suck as hard as your mom sucks my nuts, and let me tell you just one more thing mayne, broccoli dont rhyme with broccoli so get yo shit straight uhhh
Stop spamming this thread you idgits. I'm as calm as a mosque I'm the bomb squad when we took out Sadam I'm the four horsemen, apocalibz forcin, the course of a more sinister portion, divorce in a ministers forces, the mad hatter of rap, my pens tap tapping on the generals hat, I'm back at it again a chemical imbalance of a hundred and ten mother fucking percent, I wonder just what the fuck I trust in, God, or a thousand mightier men, devising instruments from these finely tipped pens, Cause iamb, but it depends if im writing again or if I justify a deathwish to those im writing against, so in my mind my defenses of land mines describe a tale of every man that's has failed when im trying to win. I guess If I could compile them a mile high, but it's when i finally finish and this shit has been finalized, my opponents diminish, crushing their poems within it, most of em get it, but some of em, keep on coming back for a second helping, like god help them, they don't understand the outcome, so how come, we can't still outrun this man, well, his plan that he's dealt is a matter of figuring out, this word alchemy. he's eating verbs like their calories counting them towering hourly, showering syllable powers that now you see, cause cowering enemies to run floundering.
yo you better sit your ass down, or ima bust a nut right on your mamas forehead while she be on the ground me and that ho could go a couple rounds, but on the first one i put my penis around her neck and then i choked her out finna king me so gimmie that crown, and the only crown i meant was the one between her asscheeks so i bent her down you best believe over that same couch, that you been sittin on up in her livin room the middle of her damn house, fuckin dubai hoes i got nine spouse, ak47 towel on my head to keep the golden sand out, ahhh! LOOK homie you cant battle you arnt even speakin subjet, you live in a fantasy land mad hatter or charlie bucket same shit that made hitler go put the jews in the ovens, you lines mean fuckin nothin, only one thing is for sure is your granny sucked on my jelly munchkins uhhh
broccoli broccoli, tell your bitch to get off of me she's been here for days and now your teacher is stalking me Blowin that menthol Look at me im so cool I keep on hearing your chest coughs keep it down dont be rude your chick is a prude she spat out my nut I took her quadriplegic ass back to the bus im steady throwin the darts Your bars sound worse than a fart Nah, worse than a shart you should hit up shit.com and add more bars to your cart
I see you guys like to space out your lines a lot, what do you call those? Space bars! A glass of Jackson Triggs Cabernet sauvignon pen an pad in hand im making anagrams rolling gold, you only want to meet the preacher when you sold your soul no receipts reapers keeping leases got you under mind control, slow your roll, wall to wall I roam around my room balls to show what I can do when I sit down and write a few, climb inside my mind and vibe a bit ripping every line I spit, If I was you I would quit realize your rhymes are shit.
SBG growery won't you play with me and press against these razorblade bars till your chest bleeds you're face scars nothing that you say will impress me, the Wayne Gretzky of GC come and get me! Ya come on test me, come on catch me, common sense says you're a patsy im apache, wrecking ball aimed at your flatscreen with your mom maimed in the backseat, tamed in a taxi cab legs wrapped around my kneck, that bitch bad! Came and I switched lanes told her whack shit like I loved what your dad did, walking out on you like damn that was tragic, she said fuck that, that; was attractive! took her back home and I fucked her on a mattress got some good dome and I went in, vaginal penetration like a train station when im docking for vacation, except this time she's a mental patient, I guess that makes you the same thing how embarrassing how demeriting how is everything, why not open up and just share something?
I need my raps to make sense I need to have sustenance I need to exchange what I write, for dollar and dime rhyming cents, While I'm explaining each line, im aligning my pockets with bills, still I'm fulfilling with fuel and I'm willing to kill em with skill, few will live after this, like Parkinsons these carcasses of artists, are starving marvins and Marxists, like it's target practice, and half of these badly spit rappers are whack and belong back wrapped around these candy bars, as I pin em down like they're under a tack and imagine just how mad you are, like you are having a panic attack and I just sit back and cackle, these schizophrenic manic mannequins are packing a plastic gat, you should try to run but they tackle you and place shackles around your wrists and ankles, you're anchored and angered, but there is not a thing that you can do.
Hold up... When this spit hits it'll leave you split and stiff real quick like rigormortis, See you played around and didn't think the kid would notice, I kill opponents with ill components, put me on it i own it- i'm al capone mixed with frank ocean my potions so potent they get opened in moments we floatin' high like we odin, bye - now i'm back in - got some X to see like a pirate, and my Ex to see on a netflix spree but she gotta be quite, Can't even leave a hair pin-my new girl will go n 'find it, The blood wont stop but menopause in my sight And you won't even get a inch in, in other words i'm too tight i'm too nice, your so stupid you might starve in a food fight I'm not here to tell the boy whos wrong and who's right Your ironic, any battle i see you getting Ko'd is a good night Ironic is starting death row and ending up on it-shout out to Suge Knight The Flows cold like Christmas, These hoes tripping as the dough lifted I'm dro rippin my foes spitting but its not prolific this pro is gifted You old chickens will get your gold missing by the freshest god and i'll be standing pissing in the pot of a leprechaun, bitch you bet its on You get thrown into the war zone like Lebanon, thats death by bombs while you probably worshiping peace like cant we all just get a long?