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

I must come to revive
this thread, so the shit can get live
Ressurrect it with the magic of rap and wicked rhymes
Because comparing my raps to others is like comparing dollars to dimes
No equal, as I come to murder all the people
Slashing like a ninja cause you know it's just illegal
To keep something like this supressed within the pages
Locked up like dumb and diseased animals within cages
Rhymes like this should be pronounced upon stages
Not pushed aside and denounced like minimum wages
 
Dope as always NS922 :mullet:


Putting a beat to it, like my bro bbblp :bandit:

There's a time to live and there's a time to die
With the way your living, things aren't fine
There's power behind my words
I've been feeling like killing and there's a target on your head
I've been feeling like spitting so here I go and at 3 I'll be at bed
Go kill the things that have been ****ing with you and never look back
Mr. Nice guy is gone, dead, buried, and never coming back
I've always got a shovel because I bury mother ****ers
I'm like a thesaurus with all these nouns, adjectives, and verbs
I'm like a garden with all this natural herb :cool:
Smoking, toking, rolling, and loading
 
One I wrote last night. I was pretty blazed so it kinda jumps around subject wise. But tell me what you think.

Get at me kid my flow is ****in epic/ and so mutha ****in grimey you'll need some antiseptic/ to wash the stank off of this record after I wrecked it expected /to be the most high person in the room/ smoke 7 magnificent blunts and meet you at high noon/my ****in head is blasted spittin rhymes like a beretta/ pimp as **** I'm the male version of bayonetta/ bullets spray and lay waste to innocent victims/ my misplaced hates like chainsaw blades when it rips em/ into a bloody pulp just severed limbs and bone particles/ yall think your emcee's I'm the genuine article/ I'll startle you in the dark press my finger to ya lips and shush you/ while I dig my blade into your abdomen and gut you/ **** you, trust when I say your steppin to the worst/ stomp on your ****in rhymes and throw ya body in a hearse/
 
Come with me little tricks on an acid trip
See coconut trees doing backwards flips
Forget about reality you've done lost its grip
Look at dat ass, *bites lip*


Walking like a somethin with boombox bumpin
Humpin, dryly a dog thats dumpin
Don't shun mah pumpin, everyone needs just a little lovin
We gotta bounce, roll, get ta jumpin, c'mon we'll take my Easy Bakin Oven.


Usin magic so pristine like you've never seen
Through the power of acid, oven's a time machine
Goin back to a time so fresh so clean
Goin back to the almighty 90's
 
To the beat of this:

The lyrical master who is wearing the finest shades of indigo
walk into the school just a little to late for show and tell
But it's alright, show my dick at night, to a mother ****ing jogger in the park and that's tight
I've never been one, to be one, about the type of shit you go on, about, your looking like your not too stout
fall over if I blew on ya, pulled a move on ya, wink the wrong way and I'm gonna have to pull the trigger on ya
Man these other rappers just aren't up to date, they fake as a the rake hanging on the stake at Santa's place. Can't wait to clean my plate, this shit tastes great, is this cheese? Damn, this some good ass cheese. How come you didn't tell me how good the cheese was?
Mutha fukka, you shoulda told me how good the cheese was.
 
I saw the cheese part and ****ing died!


Arsenio Hall ftw :laugh:



I also picture Obama rapping as I read your raps.
Cigarette bobbing as he spits his lines :pimp:
 
back said:
I saw the cheese part and ****ing died!


Arsenio Hall ftw :laugh:



I also picture Obama rapping as I read your raps.
Cigarette bobbing as he spits his lines :pimp:
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Haha, I would pay any price to see Obama rap this with cig in mouth :laugh:
But yes, Arsenio Hall=God Tier hahaha.
I've been listening to Jurassic 5 all day, hella good Hip Hop group
 
Pimpin is what I do, hoes is what I pimp
I slap b1tches in the leg so that they begin to limp
Nipples hard, they beg me for my money
Good thing I'm broke, even though that isn't funny
A real gangster would understand my plan
Seeing through to my magic like only a gangster can
 
Listen, obviously ya really don't know who ya ****in wit/ got a fifth of jack in me an ima jus start crushin shit/****in tricks only talent you really gots for suckin dicks/ run through all of you mutha****ers jus ta get my kicks/ ***** lemme make it clear to all you shifty ****s/ pullin stunts Ill roll you up an smoke you like a ****in blunt/ cuz I'm the thorn in your side the nail in your casket/ strangle ya ass and hide your body under my mattress/ suffocate you slowly while your wrapped in plastic/ or tell you to put the lotion in the god damn basket/ armed with hatchets and deranged murder tactics/and chemical bombs filled wit neurotoxic gases/ I'm ready for battle but I'm strapped for war/ tattoo across my chest that reads evil to the core/ so say your prayers while there's still time left/ cuz in a moment ima force you to draw your last breath.
 
Damn that was dope battle_scarz!

Alright, I'm goin' in.

Tough mother ****ing enemies, they won't stop until they see the death of me
Send me your toughest gladiator and I'll make him drop to his knees
And I'll go on to see thirty more years, while your wife will be at your grave site holding back tears
I've been stuck on killing people like I was made of super glue
I've been stuck on killing people so I'll start with you

You can't stop this
This is madness
I show nothing but hate to you b1tches and bastards
Trying to bastardize me and my generation
When you were the one's who said we had nothing to make of it
Yet here I am, center of the hottest fires
Where there's nothing to do except smoke and get higher
 

Murderous passion/ Makes sure you mutha ****ers skulls get bashed in/ Crush ya windpipe and leave ya on the concrete gaspin/ Or blast a hole in you big enough to hide my whole dope stash in/ Collapsin lungs and committing mass murder wit class in/ A tri-force hat and a pair of assless chaps/ Armed wit axes to lash your ass wit gashes/ Hack you up and put ya body in plastic bags its drastic/ Ya Moms won't even be able to have an open casket/ Listen dude/ Mutha ****ers don't know what they gettin into/ til I ****in cut you in two like a ginsu/ Battle Scarz don't give a shit Ill end you/ you aint on this level don't even try to pretend to/ BS13 I'm always chemically sedated/ And I don't get ****ed up I get annihilated/ Fubar ****ed up beyond all recognition/ woke up wit a hang over and two dead bodies in my kitchen/ Call Tabb up on my cellie I'm like listen/ last night man, shit got really messy/ I murdered a full house and even uncle jessie/ I told them mutha ****ers they didn't wanna test me/ I told them mutha ****ers I just wanted a pepsi/ Next thing I know I woke up from a nice dream/ Wit blood on my hands in the midst of a crime scene/ I need you to grab a truck and come to this residence/ and help me get rid of the bodies and evidence/ END

Figured Tabb could pick up the 2nd verse and maybe give bbblp the 3rd.
 
battle_scarz13 said:
Tabb has got some skills dude!
Damn kid!
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Haha, thanks bro! :)
battle_scarz13 said:

Murderous passion/ Makes sure you mutha ****ers skulls get bashed in/ Crush ya windpipe and leave ya on the concrete gaspin/ Or blast a hole in you big enough to hide my whole dope stash in/ Collapsin lungs and committing mass murder wit class in/ A tri-force hat and a pair of assless chaps/ Armed wit axes to lash your ass wit gashes/ Hack you up and put ya body in plastic bags its drastic/ Ya Moms won't even be able to have an open casket/ Listen dude/ Mutha ****ers don't know what they gettin into/ til I ****in cut you in two like a ginsu/ Battle Scarz don't give a shit Ill end you/ you aint on this level don't even try to pretend to/ BS13 I'm always chemically sedated/ And I don't get ****ed up I get annihilated/ Fubar ****ed up beyond all recognition/ woke up wit a hang over and two dead bodies in my kitchen/ Call Tabb up on my cellie I'm like listen/ last night man, shit got really messy/ I murdered a full house and even uncle jessie/ I told them mutha ****ers they didn't wanna test me/ I told them mutha ****ers I just wanted a pepsi/ Next thing I know I woke up from a nice dream/ Wit blood on my hands in the midst of a crime scene/ I need you to grab a truck and come to this residence/ and help me get rid of the bodies and evidence/ END

Figured Tabb could pick up the 2nd verse and maybe give bbblp the 3rd.
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Alright son, I'll give you dat 2nd verse.

It's a tricky business, for snitches to try make with the snitchin'.
Make with the snitchin'?
Cuz If I catch you doin' it, you'll face will be drippin'.
The kinda leak that doesn't stop leaking.
I'm the kinda freak that doesn't stop creepin'
Follow you around for thirty four hours and not a wink of sleep
When I catch you alone, I'm turning you into hamburger meat
My mallet doesn't stop, criss-cross, chop chop, head shot, now I dare you to call the law.
Send the boys in blue runnin' like cowards and children
It's only going to take a few seconds for me to kill again
These guns and knives I play with aren't for nothing
I've been hitting the shooting range, working on my aim
You've been playing a game called life, and failing at the game
I'm going to give you ten seconds to tell me why you did it
and then regardless of the excuse, leave your head in the sink of the kitchen
 
^Fukk da law, I get shit done by myself
Like when I snatch up a pedestrian and rob them of wealth
Get a book off the shelf and learn how to read
I'm dangerous to your health, I'll chop ya up and watch ya bleed
My mind is contaminated, dirty like a bed pan
Decaying like the flesh of a reanimated dead man

I can't get a date without it ending in a murder
Cuz if a b!tch is a b!tch, then I'm gonna have to hurt her
"SHUT THE HELL UP HOE, GET YO AZZ IN DA KITCHEN
I'M TIRED OF YO NAGGIN AND YO STUPID AZZ B1TCHIN
Just make me a sammich, and then I'll be happy
Although if it tastes bad, I'll have to get my wrench, Slappy
And slap yo jaw until yo teef fall out
Beat ya stupid mouth in so you can't call out
And then, if I'm nice, I'll let you go home
Just don't even THINK about touching a phone
The last thing you want to do is get involved with the 5-Oh
Because if you try call them up, I'll make sure you ain't alive, hoe!
They'll pull up to yo house and find you dead in the trash
And by then I'd be gone, ran off with a dash"

8)
 
Something here this girl gotta mention
'Bout sad little hoes gotta beg for attention
I ooze flow without intention
You know who you are, I see you flinchin'
While you're batting those eyes and pouting that lip
I'm busting caps and tripping crips
Paint your nails and shadow your eyes
Wicked pansy, seductress disguised
 
Alisa said:
Something here this girl gotta mention
'Bout sad little hoes gotta beg for attention
I ooze flow without intention
You know who you are, I see you flinchin'
While you're batting those eyes and pouting that lip
I'm busting caps and tripping crips
Paint your nails and shadow your eyes
Wicked pansy, seductress disguised
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****in A! That was ****in dope!
 
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