Come on this beat dont give a fuck sippin that syrup out my dixie cup got me so slow I go back in time And I hope that you catch on to every line My rhymes are complex like Davincis Code Like Diet Coke and Mentos ***** I explode like suicide bomba...call me Osama and when I wanna pause, leave ya'll with a comma got the best similies call me wayne or call me the weatherman i make it rain you already know that my weeds insane cause when you toke my dank it goes straight to your brain This is my day my week my era but you *****s just gay like nick butera owed me money for the past 2 years but I leave him alone i dont fuck with queers but i knock on your door lets go for a walk pull out a glock we'll see who gets rocked sounds a little harsh but you havnt heard the rest empty the clip 4 more to the chest thats what you get ***** please dont test me, bring you back to your house missin 1 kidney and you know I never stop never rest never drop till I get nicks sister she can be on top or she can be on bottom you know i keep it poppin like a drug addict pop all 33 valium nick when you gonna pay me times on the clock and you know im like the second hand tick tick tock if yous a mechanic whys your beamer all stock please get a job stop ridin that cock Nick is some fag kid that owes me mad money, hes a mechanic, he has a 1992 BMW 325is, not you get the references. Sick
Im just starting out, only been writing raps for a litle bit, no need to be a douchebag bro, damn I thought stoners were chill
Why don't you follow his lead and just chill out, man? I'm chill. I'm chill as a cucumber, man. You don't seem chill. I'm more chill than you. You're more chill than me? Yeah. Look what I'm wearing. Kimono, dog. What're you wearing? A suit. Yeah, exactly. I don't know what's up with you, but I don't know if I like you. Well, I don't know if I like you either, man. Well, that's your loss 'cause I'm a great friend.
you got work to do. i wrote this today in the 10 min break i had between classes.. it needs work but.. check out the rhyme schemes that's what you really need to work on a little bit. multi-syllabic rhymes (multis). like "lyricist" and "near his fist" in this: ima technological lyricist - that types with a mic near his fist who's dear to bics - i sync ink to music slick and make rappers rethink who's lucidest i'll noose a bitch - because death seems more fitting the more than i'm rappin the less mean you're getting i get green worth hitting - compares to Snoop D's dank if rap was martial arts i'd have Bruce Lee's rank weed-tank lungs - i breathe fire - more than feasible my flow hot year round son - yours is seasonal -born reasonable - but yo i lose control fast -heart pounds out my chest when the blue fools patrol past my soul wraps around my pens when i hold em my brain is my stencil - and my stencil is golden suspenseful like omens when you wait for the next line cause it's motherfuckin scary when i wage war no tech-nine
horrible. basic rhyming, no where near complex rhyme schemes, metaphors are weak. sounds like a lot of garbage that'd be played on the radio.