Time to get hype, time to get wild, guess what its time for, FREESTYLES!!

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Robot Rock
Go nuts :)






Don't believe everything ya read, cuz life aint fair.
If the wicked never rest, why'm I chillin in this lawn chair?
Beachside, next to an Italian chick with blonde hair?
Don't matter the color of the broad's downstairs.

T virus infection son, I'm out for brains.
Not a cloud in sight but she's about feel rain.
My mind is full gone when I feel a sharp pain.
Not going into detail, nah, I must refrain.

Oh shit son, looks like I forgot again.
Not to go ****in around with bomb ass Tarkatakans.
I take off fast, as fast as I can.
A dream in my heart and my dick in my hand.

I go to my boy Sektor, "Son help, what can you do!?"
"I'll fix ya right up boy, with some duct tape & Gorilla glue"
"Nah son, I aint feelin that my dude!"
"We don't have time, 24 seconds left! 23, 22!"

Hours go by, I feel I got smacked by a rock.
My dick is covered up by a dirty old sock.
"Take it off son, you're in for a shock!"
Took it off to see my new Robo-Cawk.

"You did it mah bro, now I'm a true beleiva"
"I can **** with speed and strength of a cheetah!"
"Whatcha gunna do first with your new robo weina?"
"Bout to go on a date with a chick named Mileena!"



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I kill muthaf*ckas with skill because I'm ill
With the disease that causes me to feel great thrill
Insanity, driving me to do bad things
Like slapping hoes in the face with moldy chicken wings

I'm crazy, I'll rape a ho with my elbow
Drop her to the flo' and then throw her through the do'
Stupid salty wench shan't speak of my wrench
As it hits her in the face and breaks her teeth as they clench
 
I kill muthaf*ckas with skill because I'm ill
With the disease that causes me to feel great thrill
Insanity, driving me to do bad things
Like slapping hoes in the face with moldy chicken wings

I'm crazy, I'll rape a ho with my elbow
Drop her to the flo' and then throw her through the do'
Stupid salty wench shan't speak of my wrench
As it hits her in the face and breaks her teeth as they clench

Lmao!


Slappin hos with moldy chicken wings fo'sho!

I guess my secrets out. :p
 
His secret love of being slapped in the face
With moldy chicken wings that are horrible in taste
Drenched in the stench of death, they are a manly perfume
To give off the flavor of people's impending doom
 
Weak sounding lines feebly formed into rhymes.
I don't see why you even try in this most darkest of times.
Flavorless skeet littering the view before my eye.
Watch as I laugh like everyone's favorite, Ms. Pinkie Pie.
We can end this shit soon, now or even later.
Sorry, just tired of peering into the mind of a chronic masturbator.
 
Sorry, just tired of peering into the mind of a chronic masturbator.

So lets do you a nasty favor and dump his ass off the tallest sky scraper
If he survives the fall then we’ll apply masks and rape...er i mean if I’m i asked to taper
I guess I can grab his calf and tape her, tare off her draper, and rough ass like it owes us paper
I supply the vapor to wave you high like a neighbor, and i keep the best buy so you can try all my flavors.
Like a painter I create pure elegance. But Im malevolent. So I’d rather grab all residents and force feed em excrements.
Im so in my element, that i ran thru this cypher with aim to pipe her and even tho this is all cyber you could mistake my shots fired belonging to Stryker.

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Hope you don't mind, I did Cipher style. (Rhyme with your last line.)
 
Awesome!


I sense a frailness in your lyrical staleness.
Lace my words with antrax and mail this, untraceable slick and slimy like a snail kiss.
Shed a tear for the one once loved, the chosen one, man who wielded Jax's gun just for fun.
Kurtis Stryker, I wish I coulda liked her. As I dosed her in gasoline and lit it with the lighter.
Such a sight to behold, a story to be told, but truth be told I don't think he lived to be to old.
45 minutes, to be exact. Flames died I could see his spine through his back, what a laugh, he thought he could last. Now he's just memories, in a distant past.


RIP Stryker :)
 
Im zoidberg, I hit myself with fried chicken wings then I eat em
I bang hoes until the crack of dawn, then I eat em
I worry more about mcdonalds then 3D space whales, but i'll eat both
One time a girl asked me for her number, then I ate her
One time I got so hungry I cut my claw off and threw it in a pan
I cooked it up then I ate my own mother****ing hand
 
in a distant past.

That was sick and was fast, but it was just a cast. We can cut right thru it like a swarm of gnats.
Now sir I am aghast cuz you will not surpass but youll get served last, by a french maid with my **** in her ass
I Dont claim to harass but I **** rhymes without contrite- like buttons mashed on test your might.
Its sounds just like, the screams of a fatality- with a drop of insanity, its the mad man in me.
Not to be confused with a manitee, but man I bleed when i get to managing my dark powers that are channeling.
And now Im babbling like i cant get enough. Or my mouths run a muck. Ima do my best to shut the **** up before you down highpunch and send an uppercut.
 
I'm a f*ckin gangster, I do drive bys in footie pajamas
I gather hookers left and right because they want the HandBanana
I've rounded hoes up from Chicago to Atlanta
Hoes all up on my nuts like a can of Planters

I make it rain on them hoes, I'm not talkin bout money
I ***** the ***** on them and watch them lick it up like honey
I have to censor myself because my words are too profane
I speak of sex and violence without having to mess with cocaine
I don't need drugs, I get high off of laughter
As I chop peeps up like a Kung Fu Master
 
I cooked it up then I ate my own mother****ing hand

And it tasted better than a plate of spam. But within that time span, I threw myself up and hit the fan
I put on tights like Peter Pan and stuffed a bunch of lost boys in my sedan and broke some backs like a mountain man.
Er... I guess thats better than or equivalent to priest confessions. I release aggression by the deep compression.
Naw, just messing. But you shoulda seen the look you gave, like I hopped out my grave or I’m way too deranged.
 
Ima do my best to shut the **** up before you down highpunch and send an uppercut.

Uppercuts will not be necessary, quite the contrary, we're intolerant to em like that shits dairy.
Here we practice the Low Punch, grab the balls, feel the crunch and eat that shit like its ****ing brunch.
No sir, there is no sexual thrill, we terrorize minds simply for the art of the kill, the beautiful shrill. I swear I thought he was banshee when I felt these bones give way to the power at play. Cracked his skull with a bat, used his back fat for lube when I raped the cat!
His son saw my act, so I ****in ate the brat! I did it before the eyes of He, devoured that ****er "with a nice Chianti".
When all was done my face gave way, filling with laughter, both dark and gay, left his wife the mess and a note:
"Have a nice day"



I put on tights like Peter Pan and stuffed a bunch of lost boys in my sedan and broke some backs like a mountain man.

That honestly is one of the sickest/craziest/best lines I've ever heard.

:hail:


I'm a f*ckin gangster, I do drive bys in footie pajamas
I gather hookers left and right because they want the HandBanana
I've rounded hoes up from Chicago to Atlanta
Hoes all up on my nuts like a can of Planters

I make it rain on them hoes, I'm not talkin bout money
I ***** the ***** on them and watch them lick it up like honey
I have to censor myself because my words are too profane
I speak of sex and violence without having to mess with cocaine
I don't need drugs, I get high off of laughter
As I chop peeps up like a Kung Fu Master

Loving it son!
 
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No one can beat me,
Cant you see,
Im the best rapper in history,
I am ready to roll,
Lets make this outta control,

People look up to me because im the best,
Better than the rest,
Here i come victory,
I will make it in history,

I start smacking them hoes,
In rain or snow,
So lets just gooooooo!
 
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"Have a nice day"

Have a nice day? But we’ve all come to play. And you’re walking away with your tail between your legs and it won’t even wag.
This is worse than online lag, I swear to God this is not just a gag. Even tho I drop it on em like they enjoy tea bags
Words get snagged by the tip of my tongue. Or out my ass like its dung. But it’s gonna get flung,
N You dont wanna get stung. By the venom that seeps in my lungs.
Ill sleep when Im done. Any neck can get wrung, While I feed on their young. Leave their bones in the slums. Cuz I’m running these streets like a tedious bum.


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absolutely love this thread. lol.
 
hey girl whats on your mind,
cmon its your time,
gotta rock like never before,
Get on the dance floor,

shake that body,
shake it for me,
 
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