ayo, i smoke alot of blunts and im blazed 4 days and it carry thru the months, mid-grades and haze there be ashes in the trays, eyes lookin glazed i been smokin too long so i know its not a faze thx 4 the apprais, know the price of the rock u aint goin 4 the shot, automatically blocked rapidly popped, makin bullets well known like a fire drill, have shit runnin out ya dome tell me on the phone, that u betta then me flippin a key? nah, homeboy u a clone i smoke till im stoned, and loaf in the zone wanna take me out, not a doubt, i bring the chrome. just somethin off tha top.
YO YO YO Im straight up cool cool yeah im cool your stupid and mean smoke green turnin yourself into a bean look at your jeans havent you seen? your fucking name is eugene yes i am a straight up g and thats the way i b so why cant you c that im the best! ....just a little something off the top of my head sorry im high, dont take that seriously lol, i wus just messin around
my main man ucle sam callin you out to the navy mashed potatos and gravy you got spikes on yo head like you just got out of bed now tallywickle cuz your playin with my greasy pickle (then the break down oh shit that beats hot dog) walkin in the music store kick down the door like mase bass all over the place smothers brothers stinky shit gutters reverb in your brain like you live at yo mothers umm im done
i liked that last one.. mostly because it didnt rhyme at all... still its my fav. haha.. im not sure if this could be a true freestyle thread since u have time to write it down and revise and stuff but all the same... that first one was pretty fuckin cool.
lol ^^ i liked some of those. yo, its 12 in mañana, im still up in pajamas ima get a bowl of cereal and light a blunt of ganga pause like a comma, admire the piff if my girl start trippin, ima fire the bitch make her eyes twitch, hit her wit the sniffles gotta bring her back cuz she crazy wit the pistols she pay 4 the green, the bud wit the crystals i smoke much, know i blow it down when i miss u take a tissue, and wipe the tears fight ya fears, why u always press the issue? this life im into, is rough not gentle they shootin up the class, stabbin teachers wit the pencil make u mental, a little wat it did me put me down under, but still capitol like sydney spittin, rippin, swiftly, you wouldnt know the meaning of the rock, it fucked u, and showed up in your kidney
Aiyyo, get a bump up in 'ere, Feel a thump in 'ere, We typin' up raps, as we spit em up in ya 'ear Feelin fine off that bowl Gon' go smoke one mo' Rushin' through ya like it's a ragin' bull as you give the joint one last finishin' pull Bus'in raps, Hustlin' raps And eat some ginger snaps, beeyotch. >_<
pricks-talkin-back'll get a back-hand n slapped-to-peices.. n when you try to 'abort' , ive allready grasped-the-fetus.. think before you keep talking that trash-you-speakin.. ill put the steel in ya torso , yup , i call it central-heatin.. you can catch a mental-beatin , or ya presence? i can shrug-it-off.. n these pussy's soft , so when they talk-hard im like..naw.. got high , started typing , then mind went blank
ayo, im like a pound, come and bless the thread wit a freestyle verse off the top of the head off the edge of my bed, i blow a blunt to the head and lean back, fall asleep, wake up to my eyes red like, am i dead? was the piff straight laced? it's funny how most of these dealers lie to ya face anyway, better pray, cuz im holdin a ace up my sleeve, ull get reeves, if its me that u chase wont be seein a case, just the top of the pine-box a suit wit fine socks and a feelin of spine lock cant move, play the rules, or the 9 cocks if they violate my right, then tonight, im killin 5 cops and find spots, just to dump the bodys find out they address, shoot the kids off they pottys even the punjabis, my 9 is my biggest fan so i dont mean the country when i tell u that i pack-a-stan.
I met an asian girl pretty as a lotus flower She asked if she could see my enormous... power She took me home, cooked me some rice in a wok And after that I took her on a "ride to Bangkok!" Oh yeah!
hahaa funny andy^ yo this be the homie who smokes THC occasionally poppin pills, always puffin D see me in the street, say wassup to a brother when the first bags gone, time to get another we don play around me and weezy smoke a pound take us to jamaica we love the reggae sound 'the baller still slangin, im still 'round the town don fuck wit us, cuz u no its goin Down
look at these fake ass rappers yo they try to be down I'll put yall cats in the ground like I was growing a pound try so hard to be a verb but your only a noun punch you dead in the face and make you like a clown/ you'll never make it like a skinny bitch that can take it if the weed cant fit in the bong betta break it my whole style is hatred so take the blue pill cause your Neo will never make it so just face it if this was a test then I just aced it
im in tha cut rollin up tha marijuana/ eyes low hydro, room lookin like a sauna/ hashish, mad kief, and im grippin a swisha/ one puff of this stuff is sure 2 hit ya/ my haze, stretght dazed, fucked up off kush/ one blunt no stunt, call it georgia bush/ super silver, and a bong, u guaranteed 2 fall/ 1 hit thats it, sure to leave u lost/ bongs n blunts thats how i roll wassup/ this shit right here it will fuck u up/
Im the reason why its cold outside better turn on the heat motherfucker and stay in your ride cause it aint safe no more turn off the lights shut the fuckup and lock your doors and dont forget your windows too put ductape right on your mouth and on your Bimbo too put the knife right on top of your heart then stab out your brain have your baby momma going insane im sick in the brain
I dont know where to start but I know how to finish, put the metal to your grill like I was working for the dentist/ no dinner no supper so Im gonna snatch yours, so you better give it it up or theres gonna be a problem/no gun in my hand in my hand theres a bottle and I do have matches so you do the match/ I leave em all cashed like a bowl hit police lookin for the murder weapon but I already sold it
ayo, this kids playin big even tho i aint a young one quick to throw a fit, smoke the shit, to make ya lungs strung u only had a fun-gun, mines real, cold steel 16 bars, all it takes 4 m3 to get a deal know im real, so dont fake ya presence i got my goonies in the back, and my killers at the entrance show me a resemblance, ill eat thru ya sentence then roll it up and digest grass like an appendix try to offend this, im greater than you punks now and later wit the pump and a sabre in my trunk you should savor a lump, ima post, u a bump i be on the street stuck, sellin trees by the tree stump get ya face jumped, smashed, like a jackhammer wit the weight, i am great, like grandmas nanna. blast yall camera, im gettin brain from sandra my rhymes make sense, i aint just a word rambler. we should get some battles on here, anybody up 4 it?
You talk like a giant but your really an ant, somebody send this kid home before he wets his pants/ your outta your league shoulda stayed with your classmates, my voice is straight Thunder it be making the glassbreak/If you ever went to jail they'd be making your back ache, faggot dropped the soap and he was making his ass shake/what kind of man are you to do what you do, you'll never be a rapper oh boo hoo/ Now shed a tear for the crybaby push the faggot off the tree branch now die baby/Now im on my fifth now, if death is just sex I think its just kiss now/now Im reachin for the hips now, load it up load it up pass me the clips blough/Dont make me rearange ya face like Thxgiving plates I think its bout to break
yo the rap game demand me, the sweet tooths candy creep thru the beach till my clean socks sandy walk thru it manly, risk a laceration masturbation, be the only time u cum in handy now u gettin ansy, they should call u nancy heres a tampon 4 ya pussy blood, panzy its ova, toyota, im whippin in the camry deers neva hit me cuz my paint jobs bambi mass murder ya family, im not a serial killer just a thriller, thatta break down george like manilla and still i got skrilla, make a call to the dealer like, yo i need a half, and a couple pounds extra just to get me thru semester, i dont even go to skool hold this foo, 20 hot shots turn ya brains to poo woopdie doo, u aint been in the zoo wanna talk that hard shit, but the gay ones you.
o u already know, my dude. hows tommorow sound? u set the time. 4 rounds. 15 min. per verse. 1 hour total. agreed?