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

Realize this is yo death man, you face the best man
Numbah one most wanted in the Capital Wasteland
This freak of nature don't need no armor, I aint no b!tch
I wear underwear with dick holes in them, no need to stitch

Deathclaw, Super Mutant, I eat them in my cereal bowl
Go out on a binge, do not cringe as I stick my dick in raider skulls
3 bottles of buffout yeah hit that bong, in a land of crime
Sex crazed n retard strong, carry 3 miniguns at one time

Goin out on a chem stim trip
Fire my missile launchers from my hip
Call me king, masterful almighty Duke
Play a game with Mccready, Catch the ****in Mini Nuke

Every place, Enclave Base to Dunwich Building
Run up in yo place, beat off on everything from floor to ceiling
Your in daddy's land ho so sit and pout
Realize that I'm the baws, in the world of Fallout
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Returning to your rectum, bringing the dead back to life
'Tis the rapper too dapper to give affection to the hype
My mental flow is cruisin on a stream, not a river
But I'll still come up into this ***** and deliver
Sick rhymes into your dome, pounding through your main frame
Trick dimes into my home, pound 'em with a pain train
You simply can't touch this, my style is too sick for you to grip
If it could be drawn into a fist, it'd punch a ***** in the lip
Causing blood to gush from the wound, in tune with brutal damage
Beating wenches to a pulp, injuries too f*cked up to manage

I kill threads in lyrical fashion
chop heads with a satyrical passion
Because I'm blastin and slashin, and yes, big checks I'm cashin
But money is no object, so I just keep on stashin
I put my shit up in a ghetto safe painted yellow
It's so ghetto, and yeah, it's funky like Tom Morello
Shreddin up a sound to surround your dimension
Now it's time to go to school and put yo ass in detention.

HOES
 
Vicious, absolutely triumphant.


If I was worthy enough, I'd jump through your monitor and slap myself with thou peen.
 
Yo I stay wit it
While you try to perpetrate, play wit it
Never knew about the next level until I did it
I stay committed while you mother****ers baby-sitted
I smash you critics like a overhand right from Riddick
Come and get it, shitted on villians by the millions
I be catchin *****es while *****es be catchin feelings
So what the **** am I supposed to do?
I pop bottles and hot hollow-points at each and all of you
A heartless bastard, high and plastered
My style is like the reaction from too much acid - never come down
Pass it around if you can't handle it
Hang Hollywood fakers by they Soul Train laminates
What's the difference between me and you?
About five bank accounts, three ounces and two vehicles
Until my death, I'm Bangladesh
I suggest you hold yo' breath til ain't none left
 
I copied that straight off of Xzibit 8)
I'll come up with an original in a minute :laugh:
Just using the old X to inspire me to crank out a fresh one
 
It's a kick to the spine, it's a knee to the gullet
Let's see that brain hit my bullet and flip yo wig like a mullet :mullet:
Huge ****ing imposters, like lobsters, crawling into my wharf better stay on course
Lest they be getting dumb and if that's the case I'll boil them raw until they're done
There's plenty of fish in the sea but you can still get your's if you don't let me do me
Me oh my, What's that batman? It's time to get fly?
I've been staying fly, you old ass bastard, can you even still tell time?
Been trying to stay relevant with your movies and schemes,
but you've got a young boy named Robin in you batcave
and I've caught you at night making him scream
And if anyone knows where I can find some peace for sell
Just give me a ring, and I'll send it right back to hell
 
I'ma need you to scream into my butthole until your out of breath
Scream until your lungs collapse until there is no air left

Not my fault your a stupid ****ing b!tch
Get with the program, your clearly full of shit
Get with the program, Windows 98
Disagree with me until you are dripping with hate
Good. Good. Let the butthurt flow through you
Oh, you mad cause I'm stylin' on you?
Did I tell you to stop screaming?
Do it until your face is blue.
Looking like a smurf amongst men
You belong in the ocean with the whales made of semen

Can you rebuild me?
Do you have the technology?
Will I have laser arms?
Will I have stainless steel knees?
It's the Lin Kuei automation, baby.
I'm going Cyber, there is no maybe.
 
Its time for pay back and time to even scores/ so ima slash these whores in fours like this was beast wars/ animalistic call me a predator/ cannaballistic spinal column severer/ hand me a blade cuz gun play is overrated/ as crimson blood sprays the look on my face says I'm elated/ call me the composer your death I've orchestrated/ played your part I took your heart and left you devestated/ slicker than jack the ripper slicin whores apart in the darkness/ when I thieve your organs and sell em on the black market ***** I'm heartless/

Just a short one I'm a little rusty. Haven't rapped in a week or two.
 
I'M BACK FROM MY BAN, THE MAN WITH THE MASTER PLAN
SLAMMIN ON EVERYBODY THAT ISN'T DOWN WITH MY JAMS
THEY TRIED TO PUT ME DOWN BUT THAT WASN'T GONNA HAPPEN
I'VE RETURNED TO THIS KINGDOM, BUT IS ANYBODY CLAPPIN?
I HOPE SO, BUT IF NOT, SO BE IT
TYPIN MY RAPS IN ALL CAPS SO YOU CAN SEE IT
EXPRESS MY STYLE, BRING THE PAIN TO YOUR CRANIUM
RUGGED AND RAW, BUILT TOUGH LIKE TITANIUM
MY MIND IS RARE AND EXOTIC, SORTA LIKE URANIUM
THEY TRIED TO PLAY A GAME ON ME, BUT I'M THE ONE THAT'S PLAYIN 'EM
I'M BUSTIN MY LYRICAL GAT OUT AND I'M SPRAYIN 'EM

TIME TO RECLAIM MY PLACE, TIME TO RECLAIM MY THRONE
TIME TO GET BUCKED WITH THE RUCKUS, STEP UP TO THE MICROPHONE
EVEN THOUGHT THIS IS THE INTERNET, NO MIC'S TO BE FOUND
I'LL STILL SPIT THIS CRAZY WICKED TRICKED-OUT MENTAL SOUND
ONE WEEK, 7 DAYS, NO SLEEP, MANY WAYS TO MURDER THIS PAGE, WITH THE POWER OF THE RHYMES
TROLLIN HARD, BUSTiN FOO'Z,
IT'S SUCH A CRIME
I GUESS I'M JUST TOO INTENSE WHEN MY DAPPER GUN IS FIRIN
TOO FRESH TO CONTEST, I AM THE BEST, SOUND THE SIREN
ALERT THE REALM OF EARTH ABOUT MY WICKED TECHNIQUE
NAME A WEEK OF THE MONTH AFTER ME AND CALL IT WRECK-WEEK
BECAUSE WHEN I COME THROUGH, I COME THROUGH TO WRECK IT
PROTECT YA NECK, WATCH YOURSELF, YOU BETTA CHECK IT
I'M HARD AND HOT, LIKE ONE BIG ERECTION
I'M RAPIN THIS THREAD SO BAD, WITH NO PROTECTION

SO PLEASE, ASSIST ME IN THE BURIAL OF THIS THREAD
BECAUSE I JUST KILLED IT, IT'S OVER NOW, IT'S DEAD.
 
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