Ill eat a rapper at random singular, a trio, or tandem its nothing to backhand em Hes the king? then I kidnapped him for ransom! Im in a room full of uglies and my rap stay handsome! understand Im the man, son! I Burned Zeth in a Blizzard of Phantoms! yes Im the wizard with planned puns. as a matter of fact... Im better than dirty cops that plant guns or plant drugs. At rap, im a corporate thug its bullet barrages at raps when they stand up out of garages, makin you dance if you man up! its all a part of the plan, bruh I got verses and hooks that punch lines at crunch time that'll hurt ya & leave ya man shook! I should quit at the top of my game cuz anybody stoppin my brain! My flow leave ya mouth open... like a price when u shoppin for chains! yea im just shockin for days rearranging shocks on my page so much static in yalls mics... u might drop it and hop off stage! Get it? Static shock! no I bet you didnt get it you only pay attention when that Glock start spittin.
I think I should feel insulted, but I'm not sure why. Those lame ass burns couldn't make a baby cry. And with those crappy puns, you think you're really sly? Well cover your butt, cause otherwise you'll get fried. I won't deny, I ain't the best the rap game has ever seen, but I surely am better, than you sucker M.C.'s. You want a rap tip fellers? Well, no handouts from me. I'm gonna crush your souls, make you wanna beg and plead. But we need to first establish the fact that I will strike. I enter another realm when I step up to the mic. And I'm really sick and tired of battling you little tykes. My opponents well done, cooked the way I like. Now let's stop for a minute, Imagine if you will, a world without posers, left only those with skill. Not saying you won't be there static, but even so still, I'd like to think that only those are there that get the raw thrill. From the game. From the pain, from the tears and the rain. From the blood and the sweat, the fight to know your name. Not every rap is the same, not every venture has gain, and there's just one place for you to lay the blame. Now Yolo, I know, that you think you're the best. You think you won one battle, so you swell up your chest. But uh oh, on no, how can I express, the words I want to say, without giving the censor a test? You've got your head in the clouds, but you won't come down. You've got the talent and the skill, but you're just screwing around. Without work, you're hellbound, you've got to learn a new sound, every rap of yours sounds the same, it's like a rebound. I rack a shell, ready to pop your ass. You're old news Yolo. Just a blast from the past.
I got raps stowed away so I doubt Ill ever go away I couldnt even be beaten... If I was a victim in roleplay! hey, here's something to remember Im tasting puns in my dental & no mistakes with my pencil perfectly basic fundamentals! Im the c.e.o of this matrix Im the Neo to you agents Im out collecting c-notes while collectors making payments! Not tryin to be a narcissist but rap is where my heart still is And bars supply so ardently the existence of this artistry! isolated bars, so compartmented I can rip you apart with it. show your heart and get targeted or sow your seed & get harvested! This is merely just a sample an example of a landlord. I cant do it without tenants... ample thanks for what you stand for! Real talk. Yall the real mvps in my book.
Tables turning Heads spinning Look before your eyes The best is unseen Get off that lean and you might of seen Hiding in the shadows Waiting to steal the spotlight My time to shine This opportunity comes once in a lifetime The fictional word y'all live in is irrelevant I'm so relevant, just look at what I'm spitting Aren't you listening Like a game of tic tac toe Only one can win And the other has to go Be the person you want to be No one is going to live your life for you As I rise above the rest to glory Left y'all in the dust to rust Yes I am the best There is no question If you think I ain't You second guessing Counting on your only blessing That I'll fall But neva that I stand tall This is what I yearn for
This dude Zeth said I was old news, that brain of yours had obviously been on snooze, wat type of ish you been on guess imma have to go old school on dis expired tree, chop em down wit a axe, now I'm bout to go full ham, I'm other words imma give em stack.................................... Wicked **** complete anthrax, Leavin this dude week, strong tissue like tampax Wanna stop the bleedin quit huntin its never gonn be rabbit season tlkin coke when im on crank, Comin in ya dreams t kill ya before you wake, leave ya lines blank have ya mind see a real killah To thank Rip out ya spine with cynical rhymes, Only left shinin im these killin times As the fans would if new york had no sports, Im causin a riot outta violent silence, Leavin ya defenses diminish relenlessly like ima tyrant enflictin the finish
Sorry, mate. Gotta say, you only lose tic tac toe if you make a mistake. If both parties know what they are doing, it will end in a draw, everytime, without fail. Nice rhymes tho, dun get me wrong,. I'm jus sayin....
I feel an urge to kill Whenever I see my electric bill I'm going off my pills And I will feel a thrill! Blood is tasty but so is flesh I'll eat everything but the bones, no less Wrong place, wrong time, you die Silly you, saying hi Money is my obsession But I'll **** corpses all day every day My friends know to never be messin' And I've never heard them say hey (Duct tape does solve a lot of problems) It isn't **** if they don't say no So dead bodies are a lot of fun And the police don't even know Because corpses rot in the sun Hope you guys enjoyed... well, people who also enjoy bands like Cannibal Corpse & Mayhem
Man, what are you on? Lay of the LSD. With so much psycho in your brain, it amazing you can think. I know you think you're a badass, but before you blink, I'll rip new one for you real fast, and you can hurt while you're peeing. Let's just take a minute to examine your rhyme. Between the red and the lyrics, I can't comprehend why. So don't be shy, explain this crap to me. Why must you sound like you're tough, while you still sleep with mommy? But I suppose right now, I should just leave you alone. I think to post that, you had to be stoned. So try again when you're sober, and I'll throw you a bone. But until that time, just leave me alone.
You ain't worth the time Go back to making that messily dime you get collecting trash on the freeway
O snap, I was just tryin ta help! you calling me out? Ima make ya yelp! Hold the phone, hold the fort, keep bitchin in ya britches, while I compose a retort!
Who is this huntermellor critiquing like he some type of judge, of heard your ryhmes before and you still a scrub