Freestylin' Thread! bust some rhymes foo

[nametakennow]

Crazy how you bother insulting my intelligence,see I'm 16 with a handful of days til I become a bit more elegant...make that old,and creaky,like your rhymes,they're leaky,all the time,you see me,tryin like a mime,to hide your envy.Like an open book,I read your lines,and wonder why you try,I haven't bothered thy rhymes,so why you after mine?Only guy I got beef with is freak,cause he's crazy,must be smokin weed,or his girls lazy,not bein a freak.You're all weak,attackin my girl,like bees,stingin pearls,I'll cut out for now,gotta whirl,more things to do,than squirrel,around with the cookoo rhymes you twirl.

[crzycav86]

Crazy how you bother insulting my intelligence,see I'm 16 with a handful of days til I become a bit more elegant...make that old,and creaky,like your rhymes,they're leaky,all the time,you see me,tryin like a mime,to hide your envy.Like an open book,I read your lines,and wonder why you try,I haven't bothered thy rhymes,so why you after mine?Only guy I got beef with is freak,cause he's crazy,must be smokin weed,or his girls lazy,not bein a freak.You're all weak,attackin my girl,like bees,stingin pearls,I'll cut out for now,gotta whirl,more things to do,than squirrel,around with the cookoo rhymes you twirl.

Hey foo why you be hatin?It aint like I take pleasure out of all this beratin'.That rhyme wasn't necessarily directed at youbut since you bring it up, it's well over-due.Cuz rhyming with small words is easy.Kinda like your mom.Fo sheezy.I'm spewing out rhymes like you be spewing alibis.But this time, there's no one to hear your cries.Cuz your car got fuxored by the garage.But what your mama never told you: It was I who made her sabotage.Alright, enough with your mom already.Time to take on the girl who gets to the nitty gritty.Where was your new woman last night?She was down in h-town giving in to my delight.You shoulda heard how she moaned.What say you now?PWN3D!

(nothing personal, I just needed new material )

[nametakennow]

My post wasn't directed at you hoe,I was goin after tee double elv and his rhymes about 12.So why you got to jump in and attack my groove?you know you'll just be sent back to school.What's this about my new girl?You say she yellin "whoo!" to your use of that **** you call your "crew?"Look at what you done!You brought in masta Pooh with new fun,time for you to run,cause I just stole your 'hun,waitin for my girl in the ALA,shootin pool with friends and famileh,callin me at 10 this evenin,she's in the showa and not leavin,talkin to me and tellin me,how she misses the smell o' me,time for you to head back to the spellin bee,it seems you messed up the word ****ed,so you's about to get trucked,cause my boy Z has come to NICO a buck,master of all things,he'll get your girl to shuck his bling,and take your mom for a fling,so back off while I go back to sing,cause this cracka's a rocker inside his jeans,not a rapper or anything,so what're you to bring,next time you try to be king?

[trumpetorz]

yo everybody this is z and I'm here representin' from pike county. i just came to say that you guys will get owned all the way by my boy and his toy. yeah that's right, I'm talking about winston, he's my boy and you'll all be twistin under his rhyme cause they flows divine. see, his rhyme is all straight from the heart...you guys, well, you might as well fart for all you rhymes stink like **** so why don't you all just have a sit and watch while the pike co boys rhyme lagit? From what I can see all you guys got is a little bit of noise coming from your lungs about my boy's girl, who might I add, is someone, that if you saw would make you glad to have eyes in your head, but you can't touch her cause my boy will make you dead for messin with his girl and you best believe, that if you tried somethin she'd take you and cleave your ego right in two, because (it'll make you cry) to my boy winston, this angel is true. she won't mess around with other guys, especially not ones who get their hides, tanned by a white guy from PTC G A who can rhyme like he's the man, straight from LA. this rhyme has gone on too long, but first impressions are the bomb, so I'm gonna leave you cryin in your seat, while I go see my pike co girl who is so neat. For all you boys who don't have the pike county love, I pity you cause when push comes to shove, our girls are straight and you can't debate the great ammount of hate I'm feelin. It's all bread from jealousy, but I can understand cause pike county girls are the finest in the land.

PEACE

[nametakennow]

Me and Z gonna beat your *** red as a beet with our beats so hot they'll make ya bleed... such a beast, I'll get my needs fulfilled by your beetch in your backyard, with your dogs watching in the cogs of your silly 240sx carriage, y'all act like you're in marriage, don't disparage, your truck motor can handle the marriage of your crap*** driving and wear and tearage, maybe you ought to go back to the bus where your rhymes ain't bust and your crimes are only lust cause next time you talk about the touch of my girl, I'll take your hand and twirl it straight up your butt with a scream and a hurl. Is it just me? Or do ya'll seem a bit threatened? 'Specially freak, he knows he's beat, and he can't handle the cracka's beats, so time for you to beat it, just beat it, like Mike from the mic when he started to need it. You know I'm talkin bout, his plastic surgery, his sarcastic mockery of everything humanly in this heavenly body we call earth, where you'll get buried 'cause of your dearth of rhymes fine as mine. Take your rhymes and shove it, cause it's time for you to covet, the crown that is mine, beloved. So take your rhymes back to good old Jimmy Buffet, cause your lines suck it, though your blind girls love it. Winnie Tha Poo just made you go boo hoo so are you now gonna choose if you can handle the truth? You lose.

[BB Turbo]

meh

Oooh, Aaah, I hear a fat beat ballin'Lordy its time for me do some shot callin'Step back give me room cause I'm takin' overRollin' punks over like a bulldozerCause I came to represent where I'm fromIt's the Nawf West side of Hous...ton

Alright, in the red corner we have "big bad" WinstonTrying tah throw tha blows but he juss ends up missin'So what's it gonna be sucka what it be like?As I descend from the trend every muthaf***in' nightAnd so I gotta keep the rhymes kinda funky and illI'm still rollin' in the blood red Caddy Seville

The incredible blend I got hispanic juiceWinston want to be like me but he lack a few scoopsFools cause I bring the flavorBringin tha dope rhymes...F*** bein a raver

So if you think you man enough, step back in the ringMy words be grabbin you by the balls, twistin yo dinga lingFeelin the pressure cuz you know this my thing.

Alright, thats about it for right now, I gotta take a s*** on tha can, aftawards I'm gonna cruise in muh van;).Juss so you know, my names Henry and I'm holdin it down,representin Texas but mostly H-Town.

[nametakennow]

Why? Why? Why you gotta pull out cheap shots and steal my lines about pot? Can't you see that you're caught in a fine wine of WOT attack? I've come back with Zach to kick your *** to Tahiti and back. This is getting down durty, in the sack, just like you wish you had my girl, in a stack. You prefer bottom or top when you mack? I'm all about bottom cause my 6'3 *** is huge and glee gets wack when I try to climb the stack of mack attack in the back of the store racks. Did you know Z's nickname is Tha Mack? Why? Cause he got the pack, ladies line up like bees to take his lead, he's addictive as crack, just think if he was black, you know they say they never go back once they've had that cut of mack crack in the sack. Z and I make the mack pack, takin girls in twos, we go from blues to crews, pools to jewels. In just two seconds flat we hit the mat with the mack of the pack, kick *** and takin names... numbers... and babes back to the pad where we make em happy when they sad and horny when they flat. Back in the day I didn't know Zach, but then he came around with my ex when she was wack, we talked about all my issues with that and finally got through the worst bats with that cat, damn it was bad when it was bad, but damn was it rad when it was rad. I've gone on too long, so sad, so take your rhymes and think a tad next time you sit at the pad and try to tap out a rhyme this bad.

You call that missin? I call that pissin, right on your dissin.

[nametakennow]

Time to go to bed *****, so you can dig a ditch, so you, and your witch, can try to get a stitch out of tryin to beat my lines with lies of pure blindess, no kindness anymore, you messed with the wrong guy, I lack shyness, I'll tell you how it is in the finest manner, even the grandest planner can't keep up with my tanner self. I started workin, got to twerkin in the sun, checkin chicks out like you do rum, alas, you know you can't get some ***, all you get lacks class, so all you do is blast and crash. All you do is bash, can't you deliver props once in a while? Is it that hard? Should we have a trial? Let's see who's finest, cause New York has entered the minus with rhymes lackin both in passion and happenin, so back to the pad again you'll go sad and mad again cause you're out of time, out of rhyme, and out of lines to take on this. It's final, you're just vinyl, I'm the real deal, leather, all you do is claim pleather, so with that tether I'll leave you fishes to bite, good night, and good fight!

[twelv]

CLAPPING bout time ya step up your game

[The Mic]

how did the cat get so fat?

[jdmfreak]

Damn Ive been gone for a minute, but now Im back in it. Twelv I see you're a real rapper and you're in it to win it. Little do you know Im a ****in meanace. **** you hoe. You aint gonna beat me. Ill take you down like I did winnie. I spit acid. Ill burn right through. When Im done here will be nothin left to you. Im sick of these faggots that think they're nice. Ill **** all you up with my swiss army knife. One thump. Two thumps. Three thumps. Four. What's that sound I hear. Oh its all your bodies hittin the floor. I was only messin with the kid whose name you stole, but as you can see, that **** got old. I was only foolin around before. I see you're serious so Ill give you some more. I aint done and you aint won. The last thing you'll hear is the sound of my gun. Twelv is your name so that's how many times Im gonna shoot you. Nobody will miss you, so dont even worry. Ill make it easy and do you in a hurry. I was foolin around before, but as you can see that **** aint no more. You passed the line and entered the crazy zone. I advise you to take your ******** back home.

[twelv]

Hey foo why you be hatin?It aint like I take pleasure out of all this beratin'.That rhyme wasn't necessarily directed at youbut since you bring it up, it's well over-due.Cuz rhyming with small words is easy.Kinda like your mom.Fo sheezy.I'm spewing out rhymes like you be spewing alibis.But this time, there's no one to hear your cries.Cuz your car got fuxored by the garage.But what your mama never told you: It was I who made her sabotage.Alright, enough with your mom already.Time to take on the girl who gets to the nitty gritty.Where was your new woman last night?She was down in h-town giving in to my delight.You shoulda heard how she moaned.What say you now?PWN3D!

(nothing personal, I just needed new material )

OOOO I want him in my corner!! you can share a mic with me any day lyrical skills . :ylsuper

[Nismo_Freak]

Hey foo why you be hatin?It aint like I take pleasure out of all this beratin'.That rhyme wasn't necessarily directed at youbut since you bring it up, it's well over-due.Cuz rhyming with small words is easy.Kinda like your mom.Fo sheezy.I'm spewing out rhymes like you be spewing alibis.But this time, there's no one to hear your cries.Cuz your car got fuxored by the garage.But what your mama never told you: It was I who made her sabotage.Alright, enough with your mom already.Time to take on the girl who gets to the nitty gritty.Where was your new woman last night?She was down in h-town giving in to my delight.You shoulda heard how she moaned.What say you now?PWN3D!

(nothing personal, I just needed new material )

Your rhymes are whack, vanilla called he wants his material back,I'll shut down your every function, Beat you're head till your brain malfunction,Leave you dead on the stage, choking like Nicholas Cagescratch your name off the list, slit your wristmake room for the lyrical anarchistcrush you with the weight of my flosmokin da dro, drivin my Enzoburnout on your *****es facein this place I'm the ace so go home and masturbateto my rhymes, better mark down the dateyou raised your temper to the mighty emperoronly to get struck down,shut up clown, you're blinded by my crown,in this town I am lyrical king,it's amazing how many times you scheme,to ruin my team,always left to dream,shoot my lyrical cream, in your *****es eye, leave you to die, you're faker than a three dolla' bill, and I shoot to kill.

[jdmfreak]

Boy you just got Nismowned!

[Nismo_Freak]

OOOO I want him in my corner!! you can share a mic with me any day lyrical skills . :ylsuper

Isn't that cute, better pull the shute,cause you sound like a f*****, who's next bob saget?gonna teach your old dog new tricks? to go out and chase d!ck?yeah I'm a prick, beat you with my lyric,your style fits your file, FBI says you're a pedoph:le,best leave that off your resumecause Mc'D's don't playbetter obey and pick up that traybefore you get locked up longer than Kenneth Lay,end of the day time for you to clean,yeah my lyrics is mean, straight from the ghetto's of the 5-1-2take you to the zoo, to see your family crawl out of the igloo, frozen be your ego,better plead the fifth, your rhyming skills are nothing but a myth, unlike me I was born with a gift,better drive your car off a cliff, find you at the bottom stiff, wishin you had taken the late shift,layin dead in your whip, I put my lyrical gat back on my hip, enjoy your trip.

[nametakennow]

If I had time I'd flow, like you neva seen befo, but alas I gotta go, make the money to blow on my car, betta than yo's. See y'all folks just takin pot shots when you ought to find some hot shots cause all you got is caught not in the land of lyrical mastery, but the land of the toilet bowl, plastery. You can't keep up with me, me and my boy Z will take you straight down, 6 feet deep, we don't clown like y'all do, only frown at y'alls crew, so I'm down, if y'all are too, for another round... make it two. I'm ready for you, try hard as hell, but in the end you just fell, flat on your face, you can't beat the ATL, we're like mace, blind you every time we shell out our rhymes, point out your crimes, and prove you suck like them H-town belles, every time you try to pop some shells, see? The H-town smells, must be the ladies, cause Hen-ry is gone, his pen dry and drawn, straight out of ink, proof he won't get no Inc. Did you just blink? Yeah you musta, cause the H-town smell rubbed off Austin too. Yo, I got family there but I ain't afraid to spit the truth. Anyway, I gotta roll, wasted 5 minutes on you trolls, time to work fo the rolls, so lata for now, try to dig your way outta this hole, or do y'all just wanna go ahead and bow down to the master of the lyrics plow?

[hannibal]

*clears throat*

the best thread Ive seen on NICO in a whileBut reading your raps keeps making me smileCant hear you like aristide in exileYou dont know me homey, better check my profile

freestyle on a keyboard is rapping for retardsthe crowd grows quiet when S15 startsI'll play along with your silly little gameyou cant rap, but you can flame??

youre full of **** like a rotary mustanglike a pack of cub scouts trying to gang bangyou got more rice than the San Francisco treatwearing thongs like this was a Sisqo beat

Yeeeaaaahhhhh!!

[nametakennow]

If it's rapping for retards why you be all "har har?" I'm like tar, and your stuck, further proof that you suck. Lemme add to that, see your rhymes are bad and crap, and here's why: you think you're all poetic cause you use "exile" in your rhymes, but you ain't a diuretic cause I can use textile in mine. See? It's time to toe the line and show the right lines cause otherwise you're just on the side, tryin to wine and dine with a lady, oh so fine. You're a baby, all you do is cry, usin lame *** lines about threads gone by. So it's time to die, cause your rhymes ain't fly, they just make me sigh. Why you even try? Not like you drive a Nissan or anything that'd make me wonder why I got mine to begin with, you must get a new pen ***** cause you're out of ink already after 3 verses steady. Already you ought to throw in the towel, your rhymes are foul, I ain't blind, I'm like an owl, huntin you, the mice, spittin bout rice even as you drive your ice, aka Ford lice. If you go for twice I'll stop playin nice and whip out Tha Passion of Tha Christ all over your rhymes, those slices of blight on top of this great thread of the night. So bye for now, gonna go get some chow, and maybe lata I'll show you how to keep up with the A-Town... oh, one more thing, I'm chuckin the bone to NISMO_Freak cause I like the way he think, if y'ant an A-Town alliance just send me an IM of appliance and we'll see if they can pry this title from my mighty grip, never idle.

[Nismo_Freak]

*clears throat*

the best thread Ive seen on NICO in a whileBut reading your raps keeps making me smileCant hear you like aristide in exileYou dont know me homey, better check my profile

freestyle on a keyboard is rapping for retardsthe crowd grows quiet when S15 startsI'll play along with your silly little gameyou cant rap, but you can flame??

youre full of **** like a rotary mustanglike a pack of cub scouts trying to gang bangyou got more rice than the San Francisco treatwearing thongs like this was a Sisqo beat

Yeeeaaaahhhhh!!

S15?! Boy you been huffin the benzene, lemme know when you turn sixteen, your ford is slow,comin up here making me bored with your flo, ring ring, what's that your mom want's her car back,so much lyrical weight on you hear your back crack, I can flame?boy this ain't a game,you thirst to be first, but my flo leave you dead in the hearse,I don't need to curse in my verse to make you feel worse, best clear your throat, put you on a boat in the sea of cutt-throats, my aim be accurate, flo so immaculate it brings you to your knees, Park ranger caught you humpin trees,stung by my lyrical bees while I sip on Jin in the florida keys, who you think you are Lil Jon? better wake up and tell your boyfried to put his panties on,cause your rhymes smell like a skunk, better off dead in my trunk layin there stiff, smoking my spiff, throw your body off a cliff,pfft, begone, wanna be lil jon!

[nametakennow]

Yo Freak, offa's still up. I just got some sup and I'm feelin a bit up, havin dealt with the sun, endin up in sun-sickness, my bro's the witness, couldn't even see *****es, my eyes hurtin too bad for checkin the kittens, I ain't kiddin, just like Freak, he's pimpin. If S15 lil Jon, Freak is the bill Jon can't pay, stay away S15 or he'll rock your day, and your girl's night, so don't try to fight, he got the right rhymes at the right times to take on any lines you try to fly past his mighty sword. Man, you poor, and now you're gonna cry "you's teh suxor." What a bore! You're a geek, he's a freak, and you can't handle his beat, so back off with speed or he'll take yo beetch and rock her world on the beach, like your lame skeet skeet.

[jdmfreak]

I appreciate the compliments NTN, but I still gotta diz your boy Z. Since he's new, he gets no respect from me. Just like you, he's gotta own up to it first. Im lookin for the lyrical sprite to quench my thirst. So here we go little Z. Show me what you got for me. Until then, I got something for you. In return, Im expecting rhymes sick enough to give me the flu.

Little ***** why you talkin smack? You may not know, but you're bout to get clapped. I see you brought your man Z. Im glad to finally meet him, but sorry, I gotta beat him. His rhymes are wack, off track, and sad. How could really bring someone here that raps this bad? This boy from A-Town need to stop playin around. If you dont get serious, your body will be layin on the ground. Since you're new and dont know how I play, I advise you to listen to what this NY boy has got to say. Im not usual black kid that you'll see on the street. As a matter of fact I may be one of craziest people you'll ever meet. I like guns knives, bats and swords. Dont push me cuz Ill use them. Mock my words. If Im in the mood, the gat or the bat would be your food. Push me too far and the knife will give you the ear to ear scar. Go over the limit and the sword is my weapon of choice. Ill laugh in your face as I listen to your screaming voice. Dont mess with me. You dont know what you're gettin into. Im slick like grease and sharp like a pencil. You come to New York and Ill make it the wosrst place you've ever been to. Im done now cuz I gotta go. Ill be back later to take down you hoes. Yea I know this wasnt the best freestyle that I could spit out, but at least now you know what Im all about.

[crzycav86]

What's up with you p****** making an alliance?I don't care, give it your best shot. I will silenceall who get in my way. You think you're great,but your group is fvcking gay.You guys can't hold your own so you gotta band together like hobos bathin' in heated wata'.You know there's no hope for you in this showso you wanna make sure that when you go,you don't die alone...

[nametakennow]

Maybe you ought to rethink your strategy, bangin on me and my boy Z is weak, you're just a freak, and all you speak is makin me creep from the lack of deep in the words. See? All you do is talk about killin me when you ought to be dealin somethin real. Guns, knives, and bats are like chives, just a topping for lack of a better surprise. So I'm gonna keep on popping til you decide that you can rhyme without talkin bout how I ought to die. Violence isn't the answer, cept when you mess with my girl, then it's the only answer to your silly attacks, they're like a Ralliart Lancer. You get schooled like it did up against the SE-R, I'll take you to my pool and drown you, and your car. Your rhymes are a cesspool of "blar blar blar," you don't say a thing, like a ricer showin off bling, yeah, he got the "ching," but he lack the skills to make it sing. I'm the king, this is my thrown, so you betta throw in the towel too before you get owned, worse than you just got told.

[nametakennow]

Oh no, I just got tol' too, seems you posted while I was windin mine down, fool. See you're all huntin me, so I'm gettin a crew, cause while I can take you, 1 vs all, I'm smart enough not to take any fall. Sometimes I got to take a call, from my girl goin' "aww." And while I do, gotta get one o' my crew to take you foo's till the master can come back and shove his shoe right up your friggin poo-hole, you're such a tool, hoe, runnin off everything freak say, you're nothin but a beat beet I was talkin bout a while back, your rhymes are wack, so I'ma take the stack of bills and build a house in the hills so I can watch you til the sun don't shine, then laugh as you try to drink your whine when I shut off the lights, encompass you in night so you can fight amongst yourselves like kites, floatin on hot air, wearin tights to make your nuts feel bigger, can't you ****s get some pants without "Tigger" on 'em? Grow up and take a chance before I end this dance with one incredible stance while you glance up wonderin "how the hell'd he put me this far under'im?"

[jdmfreak]

See now thats the **** Im talkin bout. Why cant crzycav spit lyricys like these outta his mouth. His rhymes are so wack and plain. To try and challenge us, you must be insane. If this was a caste system, you'd be a peasant. Cleanin up my **** and all things unpleasant. You *****in bout alliances cuz you wish you were able to get one. Thinkin you could beat us all, but you aint won. You're old, tired and need to be thrown in the trash. I dont even know why Im wastin time on your stupid punk ***. You gots no class and no cash. My rhymes are like a disease and they'll spread like a nasty rash. Im done with you now, but please feel free to come again. You just better remember you'll never win.

How's that Winston? Non violent enough for you?

[crzycav86]

Hey NTN, your rhymes are weak.You had better not speakno more.Go back and f*** your whore.She's waiting in the bathroom floorfor her money, because she's wanting more.And you can't say no, because you need the blowor else you'll go and nut all over the computo'.Cuz you were lookin' at naked chicks.Actually they were kids - the ripe age of six.But you don't careBecause they wore underwear.So you think it's all legalAnd that's fvcked up, but your rhymes are also messed up.You need to get out and grow up.Leave the rhymin' to the one who always shows you up.You make no sensegive your brain a rinse or you'll understeer your sentra right into a fence.

[nametakennow]

See, I was gonna throw a bone to H-town too, but it seems you fools don' wanna know how it feels to be true. That's cool, I'm good with just two additions to my magic, I'm a magician so get back to penny pinchin while I take yo' women. On second thought, I like what I got so I won't bother with your girls, they're like pot, got you addicted to somethin not worth squat. So now all you do is squat at watch while I, the cream of the crop, take the top of the blop to a whole new level. You try to say I'm weak, but like I said, you beat, so all you can think to speak is a bit of bleak "skeet skeet" again. Damn man, can't you grow up? Or are you hidin under the sand, cause your rhymes are drier than a high school band, flat out bland. All you can think to do is stand on your feet tryin to catch up to me with attacks on my feat of lyrical neat. See, your weak, all you do is cheat, edit your beats rather than goin with the flow, I don't change **** around, I just go a little slower when my flow is a little lower til it picks up again with a kick in the pants that you can't handle. Speakin of handle, you attack my car's handlin, while not understand a WRX can't unseat my 2 litre fury beast. And speakin of a beast, you're able to make a beat about kiddie p0rn cause your experience is inborn, you ain't changed your viewing pleasure since you were born, and now I'm torn, as to whether to take the attack from your pleather or defend my girl to the death. Talkin like she's a hoe, hoe's what you got, this girl in the know. She know not to give it up to guys who blow lyrics that suck, she's smart as ****, unlike the c***s you pluck, so back off before I get freak to cut you up.

[supra brit]

ooga booga click click click!

this is just too funny

[Sopdadope]

yo GayDMsqueak,

Yo joke! wanna go flow-for-flow, blow-for-blow, toe-toe, prose-for-prose with the lyrical pro, the mystical, the unholy Sopdadope?/foe, i'll go loco, go in attack mode, i'll reload with so many lyrical low-blows your hollow dome can't decode and ****in' explodes/ blows like ya dad's "limp node" when he unloads his baby-batter load by da boatload in your starfish-clone blowhole/explode like that Oprah fatso's chulo when her colon's slowly been sowed/ you blow when you choke on "fleshy smoke-poles" and smoldering "salad bowls" in your GI-Joe drawers n croak from my unholy kung fu choke-hold/step to me, it's like knocking on death's door, i'll kill you like you overdosed with forty-four kilos of coke stuffed in your nose/no joke, i'll beat the fro off ya head like those psycho LAPD popo's, (tasteless, I know)/word of advice, leave the boards, matter of fact, hang low/ go back to masturbating and practicing your usual "Hand Solo"/else I'll obliterate you dawg, leave you a pulp, like friggin' pastry dough, ugly like that drag queen mofo from the ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW/next time, just sit and listen and hear what I'm about/here's some Oral Pepto Bismo for your bad case of diarhea of the mouth/you best recoqnize son, that i'm infinitely powerful/i'll ****in' rip you into two midgets, make two mini-me's out of you/right now, gotta run out check out your hooptie on "Pimp My Ride"/btw, were you the panhandler holding up the cardboard sign that said "Pleez, Pimp My Hide!!"?/

[dr!ft]

[check]Is this thing on??[/check]

It seems all the fools on this page,Are using lyrics to fight.Fight for what? Fight for who?Fight for the right to hide.From this mess,That is my lyrical prowess.Cause your woman to undress,As my words flow with finesse.I could care less,If Winsie's got a girl or not.She doesn't know she'd been bought.From a fool, thinkin' he's hot.When he's really not!

But enough of that s***...Gotta get out the bat so I can hit,JDM, in the FACE.For bringingg such a disgrace.To this battle arena,Trident makes your teeth clean-a.Yeah, boogie boogie igga...

Instead of dropping the mike,I've thrown it up in the air.I look to the left,To see you standing there.Like a fool. Like a clown.Ready to impress the kiddies,With your colorful hair.Your lyrics are bland.To the point I can't stand,Listening to ya talk.So I start to walk,And eat a celery stalk.Maybe cook up some food on a wok.I wear a size 14 shoe,So you know I got a big c***.Or maybe just a big toe.

It doesn't matter.I'm like the Mad Hatter.Making tea when you get madder.Your grandma just lost her bladder................

:ylsuper