Even in a drought homie I can make it rain green I stay gettin money and my homies do the same thing We keep on poppin bottles while ya chick is sayin save me But I aint savin ish unless she wanna eat my babies Supah fly homie make it easy for my haters OG swag walkin smoove in my gators I dont move wit lames you can catch me wit the players Bang bus ya chick homie I would never pay her. Started at the bottom homie I aint ever have it Now I'm full grown and I'm only using plastic Facing fat blunts homie I dont ever pass it But when I bag a bad chick all of yall can have it Busted ass ninjas always lookin salty But they dont ever say ish just keep they asses walking I just bumped this thread wit my fly ass rhyming Third effin page man I got good timing
Dude said he can make it rain green, but lets be real honest iG im out ere for my team explore hard core leveled plays cops never seen one of us to this day party hard bars of xans no time for u boys ur all just fans i gotta go outback and get a tan with gators lets go with real players 1. 2. Me not you. Less cool im just nailing a barn for a well together thought tarnished by a witch. But hey slang pitch ur out there for the ritches falsely money over them boys hulky? Its like im a teacher on a chalk board i dont need to bs u about lore im just a straight simple man bored of this crap sitting back flipping sacks waiting for the world to quit throwing darts and u people acting like ur worthy. But its okay heres a bandaid im on a rampage cloverfield best not yield at the stop sign. Just keep going cause man my core is red hot glowing ill get you skunk bunked up in a trunk las vegas funk dragged n body bagged f.a.g like a cig hahaha smoked u up in a jig jig saw puzzle someone like this kid needs a muzzle bent over his pride. But ur swept aside by a mis bonified rich young whitie im tightly spoked to spook ur crew right out of your chick like u just aint got no lube ur just old news tofu nasty choked on the last dude to call your stuff happy
Look you may not remember me But i'm no wack MC My rhymes are kind of spicy Ill eradicate other rappers Get rid of all the dabbers Get back to what matters I don't care if i do or don't flatter. My name used to be Rub a Dub Your rhymes are cute like a lion cub You think i'm lame take tug I don't really care im here to have fun Stay or take a run My words weigh a ton Can't lie i missed you all some.
I guess you aint whack, i can tell you something of that people wanna take a shirt make it red murked with matter of that dont matter butane rains with me im a g privacy keys ringing jingling ferarri ferrarri whos that mars mary cord calling still balling on yo roof knocking two dudes off soft taking the ladys im a doozy spray u down with a full clip leef u oozy this is like ozzy im not pausing so u best get to plausing lol im so far out im gonging mis songing to tell you how you barked up the wrong tree. Boys cant ever see a beast just try to scream into the sheets cry from fangs un savage names lanes all i know on my soul im a go getter but i wont be tooken as a crappy unintened tender person. Gotta keep moving thru the hurting. Its like i could go forever for how much the weather is warm but so far gone to be riden along too. Im just one of you. Feeling blue from old thoughts of my crew just satanic midnight frights think ive been seeing things all with lights and signals i wont mis engage dont send me into a rage
Scrolling through this thread, man I'm feeling disheartened You're not doing it right, guys Rhyme is an art and Most of these comments are a Pre-K macaroni heart So let me slide in with my Mona Lisa Tear you apart Educate you a little bit; Today's word is "flow" As in "flow like a river" man, I don't think you know I got bars in this head'll Put a prison to shame I'm playin you son You're like a video game But not even a good one You're the E.T. of rap The design looked good But the product was crap Like a botched assassination Your execution failed Now that I've stripped you of your pride I'll send it in the mail
You say flow is an art while here i have a brush i do this stuff with a physique touch lightly smoothend but fool en glish miss dish piss in your boat send you afloat down on your back. Take your money and walk down the highway with a hat. And then get to leaning back. Now i need some mickey ds dont forget the ketchup cause death might catch up to me but thats cool shades gucci champion shoe brand w/e how i got done games are for my son. I just get beef done and have stuff under my dresser and my tank gotta keep your demons in your bank.
I wish I could write a rebuttal to that But like a tire with a nail, Your raps are falling flat I mean, your flow was garbage But I guess I get the gist But bro, does your "enter" key Even exist? Like a paddle ball You keep bringin it back Like a hungry pain junkie To the point of attack It looks like you'll Say anything for a rhyme But come on, a hat? That line was a crime You're making us look better Unintentional flattery You're getting beat in this battle Like verbal assault and battery I mean, we don't have beef But you started this, so I'll finish it now It's time for synful to go
Put me on the altar smelt be down to ash put me back to my shame behalf but i wont just ease back simple math u wont hear the last its a ill minded path. I have wrath. I wont give with my life to live. Will u glasses clear hands on wheel time to go? I am an adversary foe! Maybe my flow is out dated why am i being raded from all sides what is my demise? Tell me sir full of rides and fair wage to be a wrongful maker of tangable screams to those who need. Im on the amazon its a rough ride all along song like a hay ride wagon turned to mis happen now here i am rapping im in the jungle im on the trees like fungal i wont peel i beel off but u wont hear the last of me and my crazy ambitious thouguts. I have men on cots waiting staging were coming and we gots our running shoes were coming for our dues! Are you too?? That line is nowhere close to being able to tear me over the rail u realize that would send you to mc hell shooters constantly shooting your house up ring cashier door bell stop u just need hop like bugs bunny like the way my boys are runnin haha. Muhahha paper chasers just so u boys dont think this isnt some skater stuff im far too much. However u decide that is right it just turned night. Makes sense check your lens wheres ur pen? No ink? Better go back to mexico and get some stuff come back go loco but im locomotive olive oil slip your whole family trails and bails and tales come at your head sonic fast gotta hittaz on your head like u in a mask. Ur impetuously gemmin yourself with no set sec sacs of back latched for me to come back on your behalf.. Guess its back down to this mat slams take em away guards this kids gone too far. Beef beef im in the streets blood in the gutters far from over its summer but man ill be back with thunder.
You're coming back with thunder? I'm a never ending storm I'm a "Freak On a Leash" Like my band's name is Korn If I burn you at the altar My raps are the flame Once you've had a piece of this Your life'll never be the same Wind me up and watch me go Come on, I mean you have to know Don't ever try a rematch with Somebody who is 2-0 Undefeated on this thread By now you should be filled with dread I'm coming back for thirds as This battle comes down on your head You tried me once You tried me twice Mediocrity will No longer suffice So you should just quit Though you're behind My raps aren't street legal, man I should be fined But I'm gettin tired Just want you to know Don't bother trying The score's 3-0
Yes i coming with the thunder while everything you spant is bang im rich mane so there i just quite quietly dismissed your fists with a quiet mapped out riot im defiant go against my own im arrogant im up in your grill cherish it best one u seen since e40 mill choigonnairty voices im just bone chewing you thought your goonen till dusk im the corn field like the rest of us living tripped trip this u just gonna contained youll have to strip my veins and bleach my eyes for me to rize to tip your bleachers ur mis spoken just to help u up of youre broken elbows solden golden dusty with dirt sounds like some tuff work to do u aint coming thru thus bridage not without 50 other rappers on you hurting a gimics to dry to de quittage the listage someone call a priv inv cause inc is my brink motto u think your gonna get a easy lotto dont came to the rollo shop ur gonna get mopped by me and my crew in the back on watch. Dread something gets my ambition fed pop me full of that hate sterilizer screw the waiting room in the hall lets go bro our backs been to the wall. How u gonna claim mono when u aint even seen ur way to the bats past in the cave where here right now boy lets rave.
That last rap woulda got you A pat on the back If I were celebrating crap, son Lay off the crack I don't know where to start With these paragraph verses My raps leave in chariots, Your raps leave in hearses So go on, I beg you Come at me some more I'm raising the body count 2,3,4 A tisket, a tasket I'm hell in a handbasket And if you mess with me Then you'll be leaving in a casket I keep dropping you, son Stop getting back up I'll lower your self-esteem While I'm raisin my cup The undisputed victor Of rounds 1,2 and 3 Let's cheers to victory This one's on me
Lyric apperant may not be clearance for you fabric mesh its like youre too far set out to be the best ur like the pest. Ur like the feen you claim me to be. Man i tell u homie that powder mappin dis crazy lounge around unless you get killah hounds ready to slay towns with mounds. Lousy quite frustaing contemplating a bullet a sold for done owed it to me half of em ragged wit it. Ambitionz critiqued with green guess im mean but i gotta be bold bold italics deatals plz ur creamed like ice cream no oreo ur just so obessed with it your boring tho you dont understand. There fam ur not slang ur just a person no bang. Even tho hearts stang i do this for my land my lane do u know what the defition of a risen lately dately time to be made ur righetly and nightely sightely mis wondering. But i can keep running. Im mis channing cun whats your days bout cutals and ruf fits and bits with chips and flips ur rip'd jet skid. Tier flag 4 im tired of this one i need a new lake new toy to play with for sakes secenery obscenery with thoughts ur just another empty minded void loft blank meaning power hungry from wondering days left un sunny. I hear u buddy. But im no go for games 12 g g speak circus mus mussa missed the hot wire best part u cant leave without blowing the cannon at least know that its that dire tons of people going against i got my hands tied zip tied peroxide toxide rock fly prided night time grinders to be stone shines to stone plaques from all that came to deserve that but i never leave my other name under my stats like i said its back to back.