The never-ending rap.

dont forget the blow
and all of yo hoes
munchies and your oreos

im not cut out for this

 

i be about it,
they rap about it.
when i come around they be a bitch about it
flip some sacks make ya bitch get on her knees
have her eat a dose of deeze (nuts)
and dump her on da corner
and if ya want trouble then i'll introduce ya to the local coroner
i still be smokin my weed, drinkin my drank
and playin with my nose, what did you *****s think?!?
now i'll pass it to the next guy 'cause my part is done.
kepp the beef to a minimal and have some fun!

 

im hella bored right now
stubbed my toe and said ow!
eating heart shaped cookies
till im fat like a cow
gonna want a cigarette
in about a half an hour
newport nicotine
shit destroyed my will power
i rap better drunk
tho im high more often
moving outta home soon
so ill def be coughing
in the shower, in the kitchen
ima smoke its gon' be bitchin
puffing blunts, taking rips
many am/pm trips
for that good grean tea
and a red bag of skittles
if the dude says im high
then i might admit a little

hehe

 

ayo when i spit, the dank shit floods
my flow eqivalent, to high grade bud
fuck wit my stash and get, saturated wit blood
politicians call me "pothead" well only God can judge
i buy O's of dro, never on a budget
bitches wanna smoke off me i tell em jus suck it
they get mad i tell them but thats where i last stuck it
no need to be outrageous and just cause a bunch of ruckus
if ur mouth is wide then of course im gonna fuck it
try to talk shit but u cant when i stuff it
if u got booze then go head and chug it
cuz im smokin on dem herbs and i mothafuckin love it

 

got the sack, got the gat, i spit, im slick, like rick
bitches in the bent tryin to get on my dick
they so sick they, they vomit,
whatever you want, i got it
coke,trees, lets smoke a bleeze
i breaze, with the top chopped off
copped it cause i make the glock pop,
the block hot, this my spot, flow, its all go
light it up, tie it up, ship it out, i go the clout
and if you see me on the block, ride by and throw it up

 

wait, wait, don't stop the beats
marijuana reppin' from the west to the east
feelin' this heat
lightin' my joint with the sun
blow smoke in your face, make you misfire your gun
stumblin' for words and balance
ongoing crime and malice, up on the block
blow smoke in your face, and make you misfire your glock
blast rap, jams, or techno
come on, let's go
marijuana up with an unstoppable flow, yo

 

Ive got bars for daayys, but Ima write somethin off the dome for you guys.

Im slippin, dippin and trippin off this rap shit
New chronic, but the money been wraped since 86'
From the ziplock bag, straight to the blunt wraps
Stay throwed when I spit, you can call the genre blunt raps
My SK was my AKA before my ABC's
Shippin medical grade dank from the keys to the trea trea z's
Its trea trea zippa, 3.3.0 n*gga, throw ya set up
I aint bout trippin, since I was little, stay lifted from krippa
I am the meanest MC to come out-the-midwest-muthafuckas
Im 5 star worthy, 5-0 caliber, you couldnt tuck us
Gettin blood on the Ruger, and brain matter on my chucks
I aim and splatter in such a fucked up manner, we cant discuss it
Ima menace to society, my name springs panic to the public
Could go on, but this blunts rolled, aight n*gga, fuck it

 

when yaz come around here you can be playin'
my *****s on the block they know what i be sayin'
when i spit da gat it go ratta-tat-tat
my 50 cal. shit will leave ya flat
when i roll up da grape swish blunt it's always fat
"i got a philly blunt" ***** FUCK that
it ain't all about swishas i roll backwoods, too
holdin the smoke in 'till my face turns blue
i be postin' up in frisco yeah it's like that
and if ya don't like it then ***** FUCK YOU!!!

 

robotrippin super stoned
body shakin to the bone

hHaha im just fucked up thats all i got.. mad doubles ha

 

cruisin in my car ridin on crome
just took a fat blunt to the dome




woo woo mad baked. im rhyming with skittles this is a cool thread

 

licking on that ice cream cone
enjoying my chill time
waiting on some will time


I have no idea

 

i spit, im sick with with it, im slick with it, pass the blunt or hit it
comin with the uniquities, bitch please, this flow is 500 degreez,
but no this aint weezy f, this the best, smokin to relieve stress
chronic leaves, green trees, get the creez lets smeez, i got 20 on the beast
35 on the purp,
im gunna have to work, to stay on the road, my eyes so low, im blown,
zoned, feelin like i might passout,
so i swig the gray goose on the way back home, on my way back i pass the superdome
yea bush fucked us over, but no it aint over, was that mutha fuck even sober?
hating on new orleans like its iraq, so i say fuck it and blow the fat sack
of the stickiest of the icky, that dankest of the dank, just made bank and im rollin to my boys house
bongs out, kegs tap, lets back out, can you beat that,
anyone on gc ill match you and meet you
you wanna battle ill beat you
im callin yall out, yall aint got the clout, dont make me shout
but i pass the 5-0, cruisin in the lambo, doin 160 on my way to harlem
it where i got stardom, where i started from, where i pushed the whips, ridin low so heavy from the bricks,i could go for days but fuck this shit

 

..yea its oh-fuh-Q , scannin-this-shit , droppin-my-2..
..when it comes to rhymes , i jam like a faulty-gun-do..

 

seriously, you guys should rhyme with honesty
your trying to say you got lambos and your gangster, honestly?
half of you all live with your parents, guarenteed
and the other half think its cool to flaunt weed
its just something you do, just a part of your life
defining yourself with bud only causes more strife
trust me ive been there, i played the stoner part
then one day i realized nobody knew me from the heart
just another faceless pothead, in a see of hazy smoke
package me up and label me please, this shit is just a joke
i came to the city for some fellow intellects, and a good read or two
but too many kiddies crowd it up with their drama and fuck you's
still i keep posting, why oh i dont know
maybe cuz when your looking for the kind you gotta settle for the dro. . .

i swear all i've read on this thing is a bunch of recycled vernacular. . .

 

This aint a game for me cat, I aint hearin it
Dont spit fames raps duke, yall fearin it
Cantons on my mind, blowin kind and cadillac steerin it
Ima product of my environment, im only mirrorin it
Could give a fuck what you say, but chu dont know me
You aint a costumer,associate, and damn sure aint my homie
The man upstairs aint the only one knowin im not phoney
Bars match farinheight degrees of the sun when Im flowin
Talkin greasy, and its easy, to know what im tote'n
My 4-5 desert eagle rip peices and tear thru flesh and bone
Ive gone thru some things in my past, and I havent dealt wit em
Brother dies, uncles deasced, familys torn apart by money
Its divorce, my lifes changed, in this world Im lonley
Only thing I can trust is this weed and this 40
Drown my sorrows till I can see the bottom of the OE
Been dragged thru shit, pray to god, your not me
I dont know what I did to deserve this
But thru all that, yet ima man, and i stand with focus
If you dont understand the struggle, then your hopeless
I wouldnt have even READ this thread, but now Im postin
Funny how life is, thru the plauges and the locusts
Im here now, damn HOW, did I get thru most of it
Got more than 16 bars, comin off the top of my head
Im grindin harder than any fuckin verse you had said
Im verbal poison, spit hollows, sprayin glass and some lead
My names The Hardcore Class, dont hassle or beg
Spit a fuckin song in a verse, gotta get my words out
Ima scientist with the nouns, and a professor with the verbs now
Bow down to somethin greater than ya self trick
Couldnta said it better myself, let my words settle this shit.