Drop a rhyme wit me, (just run wit it) etc.

Ya punch lines suck so I'ma rupture ya guts after I puncture ya nuts/
plus ya bitch wants ta discuss weekends a lust/
I'm sorta seekin a puerta rican for the freakin, a slut/
even if she speaks the shit I'ma leapin in her butt/
why she walk like her legs sprained? cuz my dicks as big as her crutch/
I got her pussy too, it didnt take much/
She got my dick why the fuck would she want trust?
(i dont know just run wit it I'm bored)

...

I dont talk about sex to strangers - seems amature
or about texts on close-circuit cameras, Soul manager!
I dont search limewire for songs, thats a lie but...
I still pay I-Tunes... (dot-dot) you'd understand if you Write-Tunes
I see patterns on digital clocks.. Its just my head.
But, i hope the feedback is good cos' Its committed to Thread
My language is limiting. But theres still no Cutting-In...
God save me from this Big Band Roc' La Famile Style Flooding-in
Read again my first few bars, what do You-think?
I said 'I' almost repeatedly and flow sounds stolen from Blueprint

heh

Most of these artists in the industry are utterly stupid
I hold my ground underneath and represent massachusetts
with the mic in my hand I'm never hesitant with fluid
windows down bumping systems I cruise through a blizzard
on my way to pump a round into harry potter the wizzard
a little twist on a tale of misfortunes I'm about to picture
and I spit scourtchin' words from hell fresh never stale
that's the end of the motherfuckin' tale

I got em like suction on my nuts they suckin/
I'ma bust in her mouth hold up.. I'm eruptin/
Pumps for chumps dont make assumptions/
I'ma dust-kicka wit nuts-bigga and u nuthin/

nut's bigga and you nothin' what I spit's digustin'/
Prolly cause concussion, a nig known for bustin'//
Drinkin' some schmirnoff russian like mickael gorbachav/
I'll toast and award your loss, this loser is like randy moss//
Your a fag with lip gloss, I'm pissed off at all costs/
get in the pit and mosh, and leave you mentally lost//
mention the boss'll prolly get you physically tossed/
My ability, to see you flee is worthy of costs//

I've got a big ass dick and you got a big ol ass
Let me cum all ova ya face and let you drink my splash
I'm hung like Jesus torturin weaklings through all seasons
Beastin wit an indian headress on so this blunt im chiefin
When its the weekend these bitches is leapin
On my dick as I deepen the tweaken my cum seeps in
Virginity Im stealin
Ho's I'm feelin
Sluts ain't shieldin
I'm fuckin em at least 200 positions per second
gettin wreckless as i suck there breastes
Eatin that pussy just gives me indigestion
it aint no question don't be a mole crawl out that hole
Cause I got a dick that looks like a 50 foot flag pole nigga whut

Ridiculous shit Im spittin' thru scripts
my rhymin' thought process meticulous, bitch
grind in the projects with niqqaz who'll eat
The food off ya plate, SWI runnin'
dudes out the state, pull my tool out and spray
you fools in the face, take ya jewels and ya dame
Im poppin' off shit I shouldn't
wait till fear hits you like bullets
runnin' up from behind, in the shadow
simbolizin' the end of ya life with the barrel
and I won't stop...
until you reach the bright end of the tunnel, pal
It was lightin' when I gunned you down...

Some clowns choose the street life to be right,
These tykes soon find truth shines b-right,
Each life is unique, each rhyme that we speak,
Is a siren to grief, if it's that time of the week,
We rhyme from our feet, freak lines till we meet,
Our end, down then we elevate our souls,
Out of that hole, bring back joy for the fellaz waitin' at home,
We break down the facts of life, through tracks,
We take down the actors like bad newscasts...

Listen...

My spits classic, kinda like I was tryin to bring be-bop back dude...
see my flows so animated, you'll jump back the way they leap out at u/
I spit sick from threads to yahoo chatrooms...dont make me brag...
See u would think I was Dame the way I get sistas like Stacy Dash/ (Im quotin that)
Yall should take notes like this is class...u heard right, I said it...
cuz if battlin was an arcade game...yall nigga would really need extra credits/
Winnings my fetish...so Im grindin like the Clipse when it comes to rhymin...
So u know Im servin this beef like waiters when customers dine in/
Im not a doc, I dont practice, whats the point in tryin...
so think about it, and you'll get it...
cuz the thought of my spits makin ya'll sick...like u found out ya girl had AIDs after u hit it/

i'll wipe mcz off tha stage lika nuclear catalyst/
send ma enemyz 20,000 leaguez unda tha sea like tha nautilus/
me n ma soljaz livin life we don care whut you wanna call us/
we tha legendary but ova all we tha unextrordinary/
we bein viewed all ova tha world like live wit regis n kelly/
we midwest worriorz but not like chingy or nelly/
tha rhymez we spit r realer dan whut ya see on tha telly/

turn the lights out, this place is my house/
/i might as well erase my face like whiteout
cuz y'all cant see me like mase's eyebrows//
i'm the illest rapper to hold the cordoninants//patrol the subordinates//
look for hookers to punch in the mouth for a roll of quarters//
this cypher's dead but i bring it back to life with my hyper meds//
i fell off a flight of steps and landed on a bed of spiderwebs//

juice sound, hit you with my true rounds//
niggaz act gangsta but i ax em like "watchu gone do now"//
bout to take a poo now//
Straight spitting Zoo sound//
I'm true now, y'all just fool 'round//
Shit, I can prolly get you murdered by two clowns//
It doesn't matter, y'all manufactured//
Like 50 cent, you a wanksta//
Smack ya then grab ya bitch ass proper//
While she sucks my crotch after//
cuz y'all w1ggers just a buncha actors//
I'm a canibal, eating u faggots like animal crackers//

it gets drastic, cut you up wit pieces of plastic
elastic wit languange designed to lead you to madness
i slash fabric, these weak cats get they asskicked
dislocate they limbs, and take they bitch like magic
fuck how mad you get, you frontin actin like a dope addict
i use my razor tongue when i spit, you can get hit wit it
sliced wit it, little bitch, make you leave my kingdom
you get punkd all the time, and then some
i hit you wit a stun gun, take your bitch and cum in her cunt
i took her for fun, used her for a few hours then got lunch
i gotta hunch, that your the weakest motherfucker in the bunch
thats why everytime crew sees youy your eyes get punched
you get lunged, into the flames of hell i open before you
you get no last words before i tear thru you
you shouldnt have fucked around, now you screwed dude
you shoulda just stay silent like every other fag in your crew

just sound shit i wrote out stream of conscience

i like this shit man, im really feelin the scheme

Oh It's been awhile but Ima take a stab at it...

listen I'm the truth when it comes to spittin writtens...
I been doin this cypher shit since ya bitches droopy pussy was still a kitten...
I'm never missin, when I toss out a death blow...
leave you punch drunk like u clubbin wit Tash & J-Ro...
Say ho, U think u tough then do somethin...
But dont man up if the rest of ya crew bluffin...
Cuz I break bread wit killers, smoke blunts and stunt...
U a punk, so seal ya lips tyte as a virgens c***...
Tyte as a vise I got ya life in my grasp...
wit a grip on the clasp I cock back to smash...
any mu'f***a wit a question to ask...
or an opinion to stress, yes this is the test...
you gonna walk on water, or drown wit the rest?....


hmmmm.... a lil rusty I'd say but what tha hell

Nope!
I don’t wear a bullet proof vest
Just double breast or two pieces,
I stay well dress like Steve Harvey ..

Won’t catch me with millers best
on my breath, Just the best in my glass
along side a fine piece of ass
no truth or dare or influential friends on my list,
They get dismissed, immature ain’t in my click,

I’m about change and growing up
you can stay peter pan if you want,
I love the style and grace of being grown up,
Put to rest the hate in ya chest,
for whole holes the size of rhinos
stop ya breath

I’m no killa
but I concealed a smith and wess
with papers for the serve and protect flex,
I’m the best no other contest could rep
My point is the raced started and
I'm always ahead of the rest...​

My point is the raced started and I'm always ahead of the rest


Listen, concept the content but dont take outta context
u all vexed cuz my wrist look like Las Vegas
I dont tip, you chose minimum wages
when the pen hits the pages you turn fugitive in cages
the style sacred like judo, that'll put you in a memorial
getting real numbers not roman numerials
connects out in rubidoux, a rep as a putho
that causes hysteria like a bomb threats at ground zero

Nice Won!

"that causes hysteria like a bomb threats at ground zero"

Worldly ways got me confused, like Ground Zero and
judgment day is like a rubix -cube- unsolved to zeros
Life's cubed and made to be destroyed like human existence
Only GOD can Judge me in my existence ...
why we see life as a monthly discharge
come late to change
like stripers periods in this existence
Losing our souls in this evil existence
this is something serious
I pray for mans best wishes,
GOD forgive us, .....
Do we really hold life with out regard of new visions
Do we live life in vanity rep "n" material existence...
I guess i find out at the end of my existence​