Chaos is order my rap is straight is slaughter tuck em and bury they bodies under the border you ain't really ready for New World Order I chop em in pieces like they was made ready to order Would you like some coke wit dat Stuffin up dead bodies full of coke and crack The dope is back And I ain't trying to say I'm king of the streets little youngin turned old still sick with the beats And y'all really need to pardon your flow cause you really lack direction you don't know where to go (I'm right here homie) Like I said you Could'nt see me with a telescope frontin on my people will leave you wired to a stethoscope Better believe that scope is on I shoot em track needles till the hope is gone The Pope is wrong The world is armed The light's is out The Heat is gone Fucker's
I "rock up these boards"...toyin on "PLAY-GROUNDS", ya'll couldn't "slide" on "A's"..."cheatin" the A-TOWN/ I "soldier" CATS...my "melons" don't STAY-ROUND...I "pin" out, explosives...enemies LAY-DOWN/ I "branch" off from THIEVES...chop family TREES...n "BREATH" QUALITY...CPR-NEEDS...DOPE-NA'-MEAN?/ (dopemine) I watch COATS-HANG...I "eye the pearly GATES"...ya'll couldn't get "PUFFY"...."Spittin next ta' MASE"/
Pearly gates aint even real even weavin believin in semantics Can not plan this its no disadvantage I can not manage eatin fried cabbage I eat off dis rags i swish schwag i missed bad molestin young gunz for fun lyrical gangbang aint no thing it aint illegal even if they fetal crime aint even evil a wevil weaves as evil believes in itself I manage gettin by by myself
Yall aint knowin who your fuckin with, I lost my n.igga in the casket, hotboxed and how many ni.ggas wanna empty out they glocks in me some skill up in this thread, to bad youll all be dead, Yall know that shit that i spit its filled with the fluids from your mommas clit and that shits fucking potent and you know it. I let my nine do the talkin and yeah I "spit" my rhymes while im walkin down the, street these bitches try to beat me while im loadin up this bank with my blacked out ak-47 they be headed up to heaven rollin in my tank smokin on that dank. got my money and I split went to my man mac t's to grab a chick stick her with my dick stick it in her clit fuck her till she shits. Show up and whats up my ni.gga tells me shuts up while he slowly rolls some blunts up Lights up the game up and shit gets down to business I hope he start some shit but he wont cause i got the sickness I'll rain my chemical parade on him all day with my chemical spray that I found buried in afghanistan deep underground and if I dont die while I'm high All I ask is that you bury me in 50 pounds of chocolate thai smoke that shit while I chill with el diablo but I know that yall dont know though hoe this mothafuckin devil aint got shit on me, bro. I'm creepin crawlin round yo set with a mini mac 10 A R one five and if you try to stop me nigg.a your bound to die thats it im spent you lost I won this game we played was tons of, fun but im sorry your done, you never could have won, your just a no one, and I know not one nigg.a, whos lived to tell the tale, oh here comes atom, all hail. look at yourself your a disgrace.
^yo... I slayed this cat, before he squeezed MUSCLES...time wasted on "keys"...your "dealers" not OBSTABLES/ Don't need TOPICALS...my piece of"PI'-CALCULATES"...perfect,no "remander" ...I-RESITUATE/ RESIDUAL...fix ya DINNER-PLATE, ya got too much "BEEF"...i'll "flip" it for ya...FEATHER-WEIGHT...still need GREENS?/ N those the HESITATE...I strike like PYTHONS...fix ya "vision" im 20 for 20...without LIGHTS-ON/ Strike like MIKE-TYSON..."ears to my MOUTH"...Ya'll "Birds" lookin figgidy?...way ya flyin SOUTH!/
you say you slayed me once when was this? you think you kill your just not ill i just cant feel. You say theres to much beef? I can tell dicks what you licken red meat is where its at, your just a fucking chicken. Yeah I called you a chicken, step it up and spit yo game cause all the rhymes you have sound exactly the god damn same and its a shame. learn to write and rhyme and then i'll test your skill, learn to use your words I'll teach you how to kill rip they nuts and guts ill teach you how to slice em dice em coagulate their blood man they had to pay the price.
I just smoked some of that homegrown and its well known that my home grown is very well known but I know not what I do and I ask for forgivness for this rhyme and I hope that god will give it to me this time This rhyme is an epiphany, and its all from my cranium its not used just to kill but also as uranium It blows shit back to hell, where all you bitches belong and you know it wont be long before I rip the shit out yo bitches thong stick it in her and rip her like I rip my 3-perc bong This is only my 3rd freestyle, all of which were in this thread and I already got you nigg.as layin acting like little bitches acting still and actin dead this shits from a genius, youll never quite compare While your girlfriends away from you I be cummin in her hair I'll rip you, and gut you, and cut you, and hang you speakin of your guts, how you feelin everytime I'm tellin you I nut up in your girlfriend screamin out my name and its a shame that you will never feel fame and you just cant compare to me but I just talked to your girlfriend she said shes never came whats the problem mayn? but I cant complain, She's sucking my dick daily.
Dogg... ur not hot...but I'm COLD-AS-SNOW, u couldn't HOLD-A-FLOW...if ya BLOWIN-YA-NOSE!!!/ I'ma EXPOSE-OVERTHROWS... "diSARM ya CHEMISTRY"...ATOM...Is-not-MINISTRY/ But I am KILLIN-LITERALLY...world-SUPREMACY, "Sat-a-light"...ta luminate ya MIMICKRY/ Ya...LACK-VISION-SEE...go head' WACK-MISSION-B...Atom couldn't "impact"...FUSION-CHEMISTRY!/ LOL...... murked
your "fusion chemistry" is old news, its history that idea just doesnt work though its still a mystery do the research, Yo, check it bralton discovered the shit in 19 eighty fo made the discovery had *****s knockin at his doe <---door bitches lawl they all loved the idea knew that it could be big the first thing they tried was using it on a big rig The idea failed horribly they made a fool of themselves, like this fool up here, hes making a fool of himself! anyways back to subject this ***** with the idea, tried placing it to light but the combustion of the molecules kept trying to fight exposion of combustion and anatamy of the animals this shit is like your head and I'm eating it like a cannibal he later was successful in his quest and it was alright but kinda like center just could never be the best. So you try to argue with these rhymes that flow right on time cause this dime and this lime with my shot of patron and its known that I bone on the phone with this pussys girlfriend while hes sittin there alone.
I don't have to rap to impress you should have guessed... I got a grow thread! and everthing thing I said came true expect one or two click through, and you will see a Lowryder grow but no picutres of me Its pretty good and its understood I'm doing fine for my plants kind no-one can complain i'll explain if you post in the thread 5 plants, 2 males, and no plants dead! (sound of DJ turntable scratching) Lowryder Marijuana Grow Thread
I don't give a fuck Too many people wanting to rap battle me so this goes to yall My middle fingers stuck; Roll and duck Cuz I'm coming Best start running; Run you over and start humming This spit; Don't talk shit Cuz you got hit You suck, so quit; Your rhymes are lyrical crimes Bitch what you talkin' bout You don't got a home So how the fuck can you have a phone; You lie I can see it in your eyes My fist coming to pulverize
^gotta smash the OP.... yo check it... On the Real-Tip...this cat is Bull-Shit my flow is deep...seem Murk-ish/ .lurkish, or trollish... eat ya like foilage, n ruffle ya scheme...Moldish/ Patrol, how my petrol is emBOLDEN... I cast "Yellow Stones"...spit molden/ my Bread-Loafin... Instead-Holdin, Sad-Loathin... Stab-Most,-Then, Back-Postin...Last-Toastin, Stash-Those,-N...Pass-Postmen, Gasp,-Gash-Open... Mesh-Writtens, Best-Mc, Causin-Errosion, Surpass-Spokesmen done Smashed-Token... got flow? I murk in whatever style you choose...
You say my rhymes are crime, tell me something i aint hearda my rhymes are fucking lethal my words they kill like murdah I spit at you with 50 shells blast you in yo dome nig.ga. metal piercing bullets, I'll send you straight to hell. I'm homies with the devil I informed him that your comin he said theres no escaping not even a chance at runnin. stay out my thread or are you here as a joke? either way your dead this is gonna make you fucking choke... To be continued... (sobering up)
Your words kill cause your breath' Needs a mint Your breath so stinky You'd think it be the smell off a 12 year missing pinky; You talked to the devil himself So you became the devils little bitch elf Fuck the devil give me a shovel I'll bury both your asses and become trouble; You aint shit, you just stepped in my blood puddle (You got put down son that shit was ill)
My response to "back from the dead" and " big mac lover" on first page. They asked for a second opinion so.... ill be the one, im the second opinion, the mediator in the flesh the devils own minion. coming to show you the rap battle equation, read what i write i dont use persuation. Its me, its me im "back from the dead", ready to spread the lead through your head with my rhymes, teaching al the time to rid the stymes from the game its lame to point shame in others face. a desolate human man kind of discrace., so what if hes from canada and skinny and white. isnt it the size of fight in the dog not the dog in the fight. I support your style "back from the dead" its mythodical,intelligent derrived from the head. Not some punk ass junk shit spit from the lips with no thought in it just lame ass yo mama rips. But thats okay one day he'll learn to read and write after hes the first one down in every lyrical fight I got your "back from the dead" With skills undermining my madness will spread intellectully destorying the kid begging for the mac.... from the two canucks big mac got his big smack. So as the second opinion i rest my case, uncovered "big mac" the poetic disgrace. Go back to school and lay off the green, Read what you rap youll see what i mean
I cut through amateurs, the gravel-you'll be-battlein ya rhymes stale, got no heart like mannequins, ill slit ya fuckin throat n ya own words you'll be standin-in have you stiff, doped up, arms out like i covered you in bandages (mummified bitch ;D ) you cant handle it, cause lets face is Center equals average (somewhere in the middle, nothin special, average) ill sever thru ya battlements n ya bars?, that shit was the worst you talkin murder? only time you bustin-caps is when you "EDIT-YA-VERSE" (FOR REAL!) you think you hot until the merkin-gets-merked yea you get all cocky, he taking hard shit-in-reverse (homo?) i gotta knock kids off they stride, n when they slip-up it hurts i know what its like, i battled myself n each way i got burnt (true story) this is serious my fingers just glidin the keys got some weed, red-eyed n just threw on a beat. time to roll another.
this shit aint nuthin but straight up fun , you seem to love talkin bout guns dude the type to miss out on smoke because he tounging the tip of the blunt ive read thru ya shit n it stinks, you aint a test, my first drop was a hint n honestly, the only time you lettin-off-shots, is when you cant afford more drink i could do this even writing less, i guess he must be snoozin in bed writers block or SHOOK? for like 15 minutes you were viewing this thread! N THEN YOU LEFT, it had me chuckling, i expected a reply and no doubt, when you read this you be all like "man i was tired"
My Mac-Claps-Back-Up, get Took If-Ya-Act-Up...I'll keep a "pen on ya skin"...like, bout Ta-Get-Tat-Up/ Strap-wit-that-Fat-Cup...Hold-the-"Golden-Metal"...My "Eye" Sharp in "-07 ...Mine-fr'-Rose-Pedals/ ( GoldenEye007, Mines, Blood) Pose-Letters, ta scope ya Nose-Level...ya "look interested"...I pro-pose you-hoes...now FOES-LEVELED/ I "hold-down-hope"CLEVER..."kick"-flows-that-"leaf-better"...n "keep ya on the ground"...like "Four-Clovers"-SEVERED/ I Pluck-Pros-For-EVER...way I "Wu-up-Six"...My Clan spit text Tang...we "Screw-up-Bics!"/ Even my Screw-ups-Sick!...gon' say "he Blew-up-Big"...call me "Hells Angel".....once I Screw-up-Six!!!/ My Flow-Off-Tip...I Water-the-Falls...I'm gon' be called "General"...way ya Pushin-ta-Fall/ (pushups) Ya'll Pace-is-Crawl...Sabatoged-Brawls...In "General I'm Bookee"...hmm...lets Bet-Agianst-Yall......./
^LOL! Can't lie, he speaks truth. But, Man I Was Tired! Yo, you came with some crack on those man. Nice to see ya on the boards... " ill sever thru ya battlements n ya bars?, that shit was the worst you talkin murder? only time you bustin-caps is when you "EDIT-YA-VERSE"" ^Cr...Crack! Ouch...although not true, but still hurt.