"Late Night Clashin" Im drunk. On my apps multitaskin! pinnin here then its back to clashin... of the clans that we be smashin clan level 4 if u curious or askin! max th8 better hope u dont match me 500 earned stars, dragons cant catch me We win as a team, strategizing tactics My clan is Black_Chapel, username: Static But Im also the leader known as Stitches With the anti-hog base, come witness! Anti-dragon, and wont Gowipe in it and I'll eat a rushed base like a picnic! And my whole team killin like mobsters run across us and hope you made roster! 3* on every base so we cuttin losses! Black_Chapel is a squad full of bosses! but anyways, I'm done, back to raids Hangin with my Healer & Archer Queen babes Yes Im a Giant, Archers call me Mr. BK Its naughty the way I wrecked em on the replay! hahahahaha yall rappers get at me :lol:
I wish you ill, wish your blood would spill, all over the floor and wall, onto the window sill, fall for the kill overdose on some pills, get the smallpox or chills just die from my skills, already high on the thrills of the hills full of screams it's brightens my dreams like captain picard memes, it's more than it's seems it's not just a whim or fancy and I ain't just a negative Nancy it's just that u all make me so antsy I really can't help myself from wanting to damage ur health and plunder your Wealth just ask yourself "what did I do man, to bring this danger loomin" the answer's simple, you were born human, a pimple a blemish but no where near as cute as a dimple, on the face of the world, the entire race should be hurled of the surface into deep space to die of cold in the chill of that black it's just wack I wish u ill
Oh goody goody, More rhymes from the minds of some goodie-goodies I'm dressed in an all black hoodie Spittin' these mad raps All you people ask could he? Spit that lyrical flow Put on a show so bright like snow And then bring down a blizzard I ain't a wizard, but you can call me ice king Iced out with no bling, no ring and I don't sing if you were a search engine you'd be bing Ding-ding-ding we call that a K.O I got no beat but no beat is still better than Kato I'm a weirdo, skitzo, you can compare me to steve-o But I still manage to touch the butt like nemo If you were cancer I'd be the chemo Sike, there's not cure for you You're an infectious disease that can't get no bomb unless he smokin' trees Please, don't even try to come back Your rhymes are worse than your comebacks I'm the cypher champ thats a little known fact Don't ever forget it, pull out your kodak Pictures last longer than words just thought you should know that
Idk why, but I thoroughly enjoyed that bar! A clever and well played joke. that one was just as funny :evil: :roll:
Its 4/20, so ima break it down and roll up I put a Quarter in it, I hope the blunt hold up She dont smoke much, so ima blow her a shotty and take it slow as that dro control her body! I got Lemon Kush but we smokin on tha Blue Cheese its medicinal, man I swear the weed is blue-green! and its loud af, u can smell it through the jar so damn loud, a permanent smell off in my car! Its good vaped, but me and bae on cigar coughing hard, from the lungs to the heart! I love Mary Jane, the way shes in my blunt And when shes done, me and bae gone have some fun! Then me and bae gon hit up Arbys or Dairy Queen and Hardees I need a box of some Krispy Kreme... since im smokin like Marley!! :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:
Your rhymes are quite atrocious, My word, can you be more perpetuous? All your talk of "rides" and "skills" are quite dreadful. Now please, let this gentleman serve you a handful Of words you can barely comprehend. 'Tis no wonder you all must depend On slander, and recommend Others to face their inevitable end. So I propose to you, a friend To see literate guidance From someone with a license You foul mouth dunce. From A Gentleman Teaching Values Of Life, BlackWingedStrife
Y'all on that loud pack Think y'all need some tic tacs cuz yo breath game is whack I stay away from the pack and eat my snack Racking up the stacks Call me H Money cuz I get all the monies I don't need em for the honies cuz I'm that dude Don't be rude Her stroke game so good like chex mix No joke I make her say yahooooo Boohoo you wish you were me Born free, rocking a white T Quiet the crowd when I speak I see you with the widows peak My new mixtape bout to leak Joint on fire Anyone who says it ain't is a liar That's why yo lame ass working at the deep fryer
The demons sang out, with voices of death. Down from below, ascended lord zeth. To show you posers, how to spit a rhyme, So ya'll better step up, cuz my flows are damn fine. This is a shout out to those that are still in this game. And for those of you that remember, my name is the same. But since I left, the thread has been getting lame, and although i know, I'll refrain from blame. So let's start. Static, have your Raps gotten good, or do you still rap like you live in a white neighborhood? I mean I know you always had potential inside, but you always just seemed like you were just in for the ride. But I drive. I'm the one who makes you all feel alive, sitting behind the steering wheel, Zero to sixty in five. Why don't you make up your mind. Who really owns this thread? The king of the game, or the white kid wearing dreads? But I'm getting ahead, maybe I should explain, fifty seven different reasons to remember my name. I'm the boss of this game, my raps are never the same. And unlike Obama, when I say so, there's change. And I don't mean that silvery junk that sits in a well, I mean the kind of Change, that evolves my game as well. I am ever changing, bouncing from heaven to hell. Rhymes so tight, make ya'll say, that's swell. So for now, I guess I better just close, but I'm glad I'm back, cuz this thread has froze. But don't you all worry, cuz this ain't no joke. Zeth is rocking the mic, and I will never choke.
What even is this, amateur hour? Sit back, relax, and feel the power They call me blizzard cause I spit so cold, I'm chill on the mic, make a bil on the mic, I'm the only skill of tonight, so buckle up and hold on tight. I might be young blood to the game but I'm Quintessential, existential, the king, call it presidential I just started but I'm first in this event, these rhymes so hot the flame is infinite Heard of hell? I'm sent from it To demolish everyone that's insignificant, so give up now Pow pow pow put these shots on em Dead bodies, I got the drop on em Call the choppa, makes grown men sing, call it opera Hold up I'm not done yet Let's settle this bet Yo bum ass walks while I fly in my jet You're Filled with regret, like, "where'd I go wrong" and all I gotta say is while I was puttin in sweat you burnt out of the game, too blinded by the smoke of the fame like a cigarette I gotchu in check mate, game of chess I leave everything on stage, no regrets You all bums *drops mic*
Static ignite rap like propane melts the mic like cellophane boils in pyrex like my dope game Its easy to be hot not profane Rap is easy but yall so cheezy I dont try to rhyme, believe me! yalls tracks dont even appease me yall greasy! and the rap game needs me! I swear, Its like the rap gods feed me! Cut me open and watch me bleed ink my heart beats..in everything ur reading everything has meaning, nothing is fleeting call is erratic, sporadic like life is at rhyming im an addict *gives Static time to write this* Fans clamouring, thinkin that they like this Hoping other rappers automatic with the right diss who knew that rhymin lived inside a white kid? *goes back in time and asks Cleo the psychic* "So call me now" like I call my pen a sidekick Im calling girlies sidechicks but my pens a ride or die *****.
Not sure how to compete with that. Did you right those rhymes or were they shat? I'm tired of this poser crap. I need a taco, I'll be back.
Alright yo, put your rap face on, spittin to the crack of dawn, until the music is gone. I never cease to amaze, you say different you're wrong, And I will never slow down, cuz I ain't hittin the bong. So ring the gong, tell em Zeth is home. Somebody call the bomb squad, cuz I'm about to blow. And you know, who to go to, when you want to go through, a damn fine rap battle, cuz kids, I will destroy you. Drum on you, pummel you, leave you with a better attidtude. Leave you posers sayin' "Man, that boy's a virtue." And you know that I will hurt you. You will never feel worse, you, think that you got it all going on, but I will put you in a hearse. And when you think the storm is over and I am gone, take shelter again, cuz you are never alone. I will never be gone, never act like a pawn. I ain't gonna leave this rap game, until I'm dead and gone.
So your name is zeth, ya I think I've heard of you you're weak in the heart like Macbeth with rhymes so generic it's déjà vu You like to act like 50 cent behind the computer Skip school think you're cool like ferris bueller, but this time, it's not his day off Cause Ya boy blizzards back, slick slackitty clack, I'm so ill on this track, and that's a fact You said you won't leave til you're dead and gone? Well, I think I can arrange that and it won't be long Pack yo bags, all your raggedy rags, cause I'm about to send you where you belong... preschool, maybe there you'll learn how to write a song Dont worry, I can keep this goin til the break of dawn, like me and yo mom, it don't stop cause my reign is yearlong