well see toker, you gotta know your role like how I know my rolls like a pimp knows his hoes let me pop a red rose or maybe two green rockers if I found out about 'em sooner I woulda had 'em in my locker they can help you with your flow man to be honest, you could use it but I gotta let you know man, don't abuse it if it's pricey don't lose it on second thought maybe you better stick to trees because you're still learning how to tell the sticks from the seeds and you've never had a wicked rip of that icky sticky so no rolls for you, and hell no, no LSD
my style is wicked wouldn't surprise me if you don't catch it and I'll bet shit you can't kick it like I can I am the man
Make fun of my flow Your a no show, no go You couldnt smoke my weed Do it, you wouldnt be able to breath You talk' about LSD When you couldnt even take a puff off my weed Who the fuck still has a locker An adult probably gonna drop out Cause he got held back' smoking too much crack
toker thinks he's nice like a pepperoni hot pocket but he's cold as ice like some bling in a gold locket couldn't afford it though, spent too much on shwag he calls dro 15 an 1/8 and he's still broke as shit tries to rap every day but he still can't spit hollas at girls he won't ever hit don't blame the dude though, he tried to be street but he couldn't decide which set of fake ass rims to put on his ride saw him at wal mart holdin' up the line 'til he turned around like "yo, spot me a dime?" you're broke as joke Mr. Tokity-toker I'll put it simple terms, ever heard of poker? well I'm a royal flush and you're a torn up joker sittin' on facebook like "yo I should poke her..." alright I'll ease up, go easy because I've seen you spit nice when you hit the bleezy but when you're straight your rap game is lame meanwhile I'm blowin' up like a derailed freight train so let me refrain and keep the rhyme game goin' you can spit again but this time make sure you're flowin'
Y'all cats in here is straight rappin like queers I be the overseer and i'm here to burst your ears And when I'm done I'm sure you'll know who the best M.C. is. The government think that I'm a muthafuckin terrorist Because I drop bombs and I'm funded by cannabis. Y'all can't battle this, and if you try the last thing you'll see's a fist My rhymes is straight spiritual, I'll make your soul rise above the plane thats physical. You see me comin and you'll now that I'm imperical. I'm like a warloard I'll instill fear in your whole fucking crew. Whats wrong with you? They asked me and I knew. You head got beat down in my bar with a pool cue. My rhymes is beautiful, I flow like a raging river Every time I pull rhymes out of my quiver, they always hit their mark. I'm like a fuckin flame all I needs a fuckin spark, to pop off, I'm like tom brokov, bringin you the news I'll eat your whack rhymes, chew em up, and then spew.
well if you came here to bust open my ears then mission accomplished, objective cleared because your rhymes are nice- about as nice as the holocaust when I step to the mic you know you already lost I can tell you ain't been rappin' a long time because "spiritual" and "physical" don't fucking rhyme and all of your flows are in one-half time because you can't spit fast or you'll fuck up your lines trying to be deep like the mariana's trench but if rhymin' was baseball, bitch you can warm up the bench when nowhere takes the mic it's like "what's that stench?" just some whack-ass rhymes that he thinks are flowin finally, somebody named after where their rhymes are goin
battle me? nah yall needa get off my jock yall tryna run a marathon b4 u learn to walk I spit dat real shit while yall half step rhymin thes dudes cubic zarconium I'ma blood diamond I'm da nicest on dis site son ar-gue-a-bly Idk why im givin yall bars i shud charge yall a fee I'm simply better true i got the right mixture yall suck my dick here lemme paint you this picture lol bored as fuck so i had to jump in
you think you're bored? because you're boring as hell tryin' to spit some rhymes but you can't even spell my psychic senses are tingling, you're a bitch, I can tell you're about as cool as ling-ling or a torn ass L Ruse spits fire like a mythical dragon all other MC's lines are laggin' if gay was a verb you'd all be faggin' rhymin' takes skills and that's why I'm braggin' I just got two triple kills because I'm straight up fraggin yeah I play halo, but inbetween rounds I make it happen Ruse can getcha clappin' if you're a bitch then I'm slappin' tryin' to steal my action? I'm fresh like new bong water never let the song falter stay on top of the beat good at that, like your girl two step with my feet I'll battle the whole world with a L in my mouth and a pen in my hand write rhymes that send plagues out through the holy land you better pray dog, or have a good plan because I never fall short so you better rap as best you can
Yeah your fuckin right that I'm about as nice as a holocaust, A genocide of whack MC's leavin only the boss, And if theres a genocide of Whack MC's You better watch out, you stick out like your name was wienstien, Yeah because my rhymes is just straight mean, When they stuck me in the bing I was still smoking green. It looks like you need a vocabulary lesson, So I'll educate a little before I pull the smith an wesson Theres these two little words, assonance, alliteration If your only using rhymes you got no imagination, I got some questions, does "time" rhyme with "lines"? What will be your last thought as I cock back the nine? Why did I grow up to be so asinine? Why's your raps so fake and mine so divine? Like Vinnie fucking Paz I steadily shine.
I can assonate and alliterate all damn day I'm already anticipating, actually, participating in an all-out armsrace for an armful of automatic artillery all will find harmful say my rap's fake but it's pure like a wedding cake I don't rap about guns because I don't own one don't rap about slingin' cuz I've had my run don't rap about bitches because I respect the ladies don't rap about yay because this ain't the 80's let's go through this one more time when one word sounds like another that's called a rhyme L-i-n-e that spells the word line so, swap the l with a t and the n with an m t-i-m-e, line rhymes with time damn, don't make me explain again Why so much hate dog, I'm just playin' tried to call me out, dude I'm just sayin' with rhymeskills like ours we could topple the government knock the capital down, bury bitch MCs under it start the rap-rhymin' revolution where only the strong survive just like evolution and shitty rhymes are like air pollution a complete catastrophe, I got the solution
YO...YOU CAN CLASSIFY ME AS A CERTIFIED G I'M SMOKING TREES TILL I DIE YO ITS TIME TO GET US HIGH GET THAT SHIT THAT MAKES US FLY AND WILL GO UP TO THE SKY WILL ARE DREAMS WILL NEVER DIE AND WE ALWAYS GETTING HIGH...I'M THE FREESTYLE KING COME AND KISS MY PINKY RING IM WITH MY CLICK SMOKIN TOKIN DOING MY THANG I GOT THE CHRONIC IN MY LEFT I GOT THAT HENNY IN MY RIGHT WHY DONT YOU COME KICK IT WITH US AND WILL PARTY ALL NIGHT...IT'S 4:19 AND I'M ABOUT TO SMOKE I GOT THE BLUNT AND BONG READY I'M ABOUT TO TOKE IT'S 420 NOW AND I'M A BOUT TO CHOKE BUT THAN I GOHEAD AND SIP ON MY HENNY AND COKE
The Freestyle King Is Here Yo...you Can Classify Me As A Certified G I'm Smoking Trees Till I Die Yo Its Time To Get Us High Get That Shit That Makes Us Fly And Will Go Up To The Sky Will Are Dreams Will Never Die And We Always Getting High...i'm The Freestyle King Come And Kiss My Pinky Ring Im With My Click Smokin Tokin Doing My Thang I Got The Chronic In My Left I Got That Henny In My Right Why Dont You Come Kick It With Us And Will Party All Night...it's 4:19 And I'm About To Smoke I Got The Blunt And Bong Ready I'm About To Toke It's 420 Now And I'm A Bout To Choke But Than I Gohead And Sip On My Henny And Coke
Wake up everyday So you can see my freestyle at play Dont got nothin' to live for Yeah, I'm broke, I'm poor, but i'll become more than you are While I'm looking for some more weed You'll be spewing on some speed Everyday is a messed up thrill Taking so many pills my stomachs beginning to become ill Lifes fucked up kinda like getting hit by a mac truck And you trash me, bash me, ill kill you, hash you put you in my stash, smoke you, and ash. You can't come up with any better lyrical attacks Caus' I come in mysterical acts I'm like a monk, hooded and got weed in my trunk But I'll smack you so fast you'd think your brains fell out your ass
lol @ don't rap about yay because this ain't the 80's haha nice one, + rep I don't know why but I'm pretty baked and I thought that was really funny.
Yeah my rhymes always spit right on time, They deadly quick, like the bullets from a nine. My rhymes is fine like the nicest wine They straight divine, Like a Corona and lime, They alway drop on a dime, but they aint always kind. I murder whack MC's just for sport, When I'm done you won't have no retort. I'm like Tom Brokov with a bottle of Popov, Bringin you the report.
try n stop me, please, you cannot compete, i will just mock-ya-free dude'll get rocked-with-ease, its kinda hot how i rock-two-T's (TokinToker) you get tossed-like-seeds, i get lots-o-tree's, weeds-the-catalyst i ripped from the bong and all of a sudden im-rappin-this im back-at-it , to have you gasping more than asthmatics kid you know my flows hard to escape like bad-habits freestylings my area, lyrically ill bury-ya get lost in my list of victims, oh well, the more-the-merrier. seems to me like ya grave stone needs some engravin-n' i bet ya rhymes just as fresh as the pussy of jenna jameson ( lol ) you cant take control man, take more shots to the gut than lindsay lohan runnin out of ideas so its time to go, damn. yeeeeep, real stoned n felt in the mood
check out this kid, def don't know the stakes tryna kick it with the pros, and you wanna do it baked?? gotta watch your step before your nike's in a trap I make heads on pot shake like heads on crack lookin over my shoulder cuz the feds on ma back cuz i'm killin mc's from New York to Iraq and I'll stop when I'm done wit you son and your pack don't think for a sec i'ma lightly attack spittin lyrics like stones, impactin ya bones don't need no crew I can finish this alone if you knew you couldn't fight then you shoulda stayed home cuz this a gladiator match and you ARE in Rome I'm a mastermind, that's how I fuck wit yours two steps to your face and you steppin to the door but now i tasted blood, so I gotta get more yea I know you want a battle but I only do war I don't aim for pain, kid, I aim for gore its fuckin halloween night so I'm bringin ma SAW didn't even break a sweat son I do this for fun motherfuck this shit I'ma go smoke a blunt