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

I came to unleash the demon
Leave many muthaf*ckas screamin
Handgun steamin, b*tches knocked out, dreamin
Cuz I'm crazy
But with my weapons I ain't lazy
I get to the point and f*ck shit up cuz I'm amazing
No playing around, I lay my victims on the ground
Heads bleedin, bruised up, no breathing
Wait until I hear the sirens, then I'm leaving
You can't touch this, I'm on y'all like Mc Hammer
Police find no evidence, so they can't throw me in the slammer
Just like this one time, I got dumped by a dime
Silly ass b*tch didn't know I packed a nine
Went over to her house, then snuck in like a mouse
The fam was having dinner at the table, watching television on cable
I had my gat, a shank, a bat, and I was prepared
To give all the muthaf*ckas a bad feelin of despair
So I went over to em and I gave them a look
They stared back,
looking hard like they were fixed on a book
They began to run, but I wasn't havin none of that
So I set my sights, and shot the father with the gat
Then I stuck up her brother, f*cked her mother with the bat
Got a hold of her sister, sliced her neck after I kissed her
Ran up the stairs to look for my hoe, but I must have missed her
She was running through the back yard, wild like a dog
Until she fell down, tripped up by a log
She lay on the ground, screamin in fear
As I got my gun and popped a cap in her ear
She began to cry, she knew her death would be near
But I'm f*cked in the head, so I didn't even shed a tear
I got my bat, raised it up to the sky
Then beat the trick until red poured from her eye
My conscience came in just in time for her to be saved
I decided she didn't need to die, so she then became my slave
She stays in kitchen now, washing the dishes
Making me sammiches and giving me the best wishes
Because deep down, you know I'm not that mental
Just don't say a word, or I'll punch ya in the dental
 
If you wanna come at me, do as you please
I'll have you six feet deep while I skeet skeet skeet
all over ya ma's cheesy smile, she'll be breathin hard
like a fat nigga who just ran a mile, my dick goes far
like light years, I'll slice your face from ear to ear
a Glasgow smile now you paralyzed in fear
hypnotized, is what I got you, if i tell you don't **** with me
that's your only clue.

My first try at the more "shock" style lyrics. I feel so inferior posting after NS922. Any constructive criticism is welcome.
 
The lyrical contributor, mass annihilator, fast pace runner with the barrel teeth gunner.
I stay spraying like a sprinkler on the weaker, meeker individuals.
Better get the pens and pencils.
Stop.
Read that back to me, spike.
Don't stop breathing until we get the air switched back on.
Stop.
Typing a fire based structure with no function, just assumption and gumption with material assets to cover up ya'll asses.
Set, ready, go until this flow is no mo' full ho mo is how I'm staying in the study of homo-erectus
Best believe I cover these fakers with quakers oats and slice the bacon of their backs to make a healthy breakfast
 
Brought to the electric chair, it's time to sit
I bring the butcher knife, your life is mine to get
Take your soul like an unplugged life support
My only goal is to see your fuggin neck distort
Rip out ya throat like I'm wranglin a snake
Take your carcass and hang it up on a stake
Decorate your body with a necklace made of barbed wire
I'm a cold-blooded assassin, I murder necks for hire
I'll never retire, I'll kill until I'm dead, stab wounds of my own, bullet holes in my head
I'll pillage ya village, slice ya up with a killij and stuff
Ill without a pill, I murder those who be thinkin they're tough
I'm not even on my top-tier rhyming level, but I still proceed to bring more fire than the devil
Cause I'm never gonna stop bringin gats to pop
Bust the shit like a cop and watch your body drop
Tears not clear, filled with blood, it's terrifyin
But I won't stop killin y'all until I'm the one that's dyin

:mullet:
 
Greetings boys & girls I am your party selector
And you have been chosen to receive my scepter
Hard on forever, kinda like Sekter
Ho tried to touch but I would not let-her

Because I choose you, dude
I don't mean to seem rude, boo
But I'm weird like an alien zoo
Got you in my sights, set phazers to goo



Short n sweet
 
Playing with inanimate objects, breaking spinal chords in turtle necks
Government censorship, protecting you from reality
The world is mine, Nas, can you really see?
Incoherently coherent beams of voice trickle down the pale walls
of the jail cell where all I can do is sit and draw

Yo, get off the desk and unload the knowledge,
The prospects, waiting for the recollection
It ain't up to me if you don't have enough money to ride the bus today
So do stay mad at me if we're taking the shoelace express for a ride in the hay
Hey there, what are you doing, are you paying attention?
Flicking pencils back and forth, I'm just trying to stay fixated
On the time and on the day, when I can look out the window
and force my beliefs on the prospectors outside of college kids and say,
"Well, excuse the hell out of me, but have you even seen what's in your colonial beef?
It's butchered in the living room, packaged in factory, so don't stay mad at me.
Say you're finished, and walk away."



Imagine this in Aesop Rock's voice :laugh:
I've been listening to him so much this past week, I wanted to try to write a freestyle in his crazy fashion and jumble of words.
I think it turned out very Aesop :proud:
 
Turned out Aesop indeed.


Wasn't a line where I wasn't asking myself "BB, what the **** am I reading?"
Great one TaB :reddy:
 
back said:
Turned out Aesop indeed.


Wasn't a line where I wasn't asking myself "BB, what the **** am I reading?"
Great one TaB :reddy:
Click to expand...

:laugh: Thanks bro.
Hopefully some others *cough* NS *cough* will flock this thread to give it some life again :)
 
You don't need to travel far to study my art
I'm at the dog park sitting next Bruno Mars
Beating my dick to Labradors and big Pugs
No you can't join my clique I hang with real thugs


Turns out I'm more man than Bruno was hopin'
No mercy as I ripped ass. His mouth was open
He was coughin', he was gaggin'
F*ckin' f*gget
I detest this weakness I'm on the attack
Reach in phanypack for dat snack

Reach for the goal lo and behold
I've retrieved the holy didlo made of gold
 
blah blah blah
I don't feel like rappin
but my name was called
so I'll start slappin

I'll hit ya with a fryin pan and leave ya in quick sand
Then pull you out to throw you in a desert land
with lots of nothing, you will sit and cry
because by that time you would have only one eye
it probably got ate by a rat
the rat got fat
he died of a heatstroke
and he also choked
on the weenie of a lizard
and the meanie chicken gizzard

Flerp
 
Pie, it ain't a lie.
Ima go die, if I ain't got me pie!
Where da f*** is de pie?
Ima lie, I don't want no pie.
I want to Flyyyyyyyyyy........
 

Sit in the dark, pen in your hand
Write raps for them, become part of the plan
Make it big one day, forgotten the next
Never more your name is played, becomes a hex
Tried to reveal and enlight
Whole worlds against you, much to their delight
A warning forever showing, sure to fall on deaf ears
Cycle keeps growing, keeps you in fear

Masterpiece that shall never cease
Never stop till one by one we all fall
Marched one my one to the slaughter house
Sheep like in the video by Modest Mouse
Never heard of 'em? Didn't think so
You can never swim in this test less you speak of money n hos
Try n point out where this thrill all goes
Get your family killed n labeled a sadistic psycho

Not quite the label deal you were hopin
Sitting in the the dark, pen in hand, mind open
 
Let's get this bish back in action with the murderous faction
Gang of serial murderers and dynamic chain reactions
Chemical concotions rockin the f*ckin block
From the lab of the rap, rock and freestyle c0ck
Scrotum in ya mouth like a storebought treat
Packin a gat cuz a whore brought heat

Got knives like a butcher, playin around and punkin fools like Ashton Kutcher
we just ain't on the television, can't be seen on cable
But we'll knock in the lip and powerbomb ya through a table
Wild and raw with freestyles and chainsaws
We got sillys in dis b*tch, no time for plain straws
Elbow to your jawbone
We don't have Shirayuki money but maybe we can get a smartphone
To crankcall your house at night while you sleep
Tell you that we like ya and we want ya and we'll pet ya like a sheep

Fool WHUT
 
Oh no, this thread is back again.
This thread is broken like pre-patch lao's spin.
This thread is moping like lucy's daughter again.
Well, I'll come back and deceive it like a sin.

Yo, these cookie cutter logics and phonics are bombing one way like comets.
Sports morbid and cult classic fade aways are the only thing keeping me sane today.
Activate the water phase and the real code starts to set in quickly.
Swiftly, the water's rushing in swiftly so let's go.
Back to the time where we sat around with rhymes and it was all fine until I ran out of dimes...
And uh, ran out of sense like I was covered in penance and a brand new pendant.
I kept it through the worst of times and the best of times.
I kept you waiting and for that, I can not apologize.

NS922 already said we ain't got that Shira money, and that is a fact.
The dude is so stacked, he pays people to wipe his ass.
Dude is so rich, he pays people to pay attention for him.
The man is wealthy, and tries to deny it like a phag :cool:
 
Simplistic bish shit shamefurry disguised as lyrics
Tell me if you hear this, crowd shoutin my name like it was Mudkip
Pokeball not needed, I ball on my own with no warnings heeded
No quest uncompleted, dragonborn with torn draws sworn to scorn the evil deeded
Yeah you like that ish? How bout this?
*zip*
Lookin at the horse dick, aka Kong King about to swing
BING
Dick slap, check that, mushroom tat across your dome
Done f*cked the whole world and I'm bout to take it home
See I just spit shit on the clean licked face of your mother
Now where YOU gonna be when the sun falls brother?
 
:congrats: Props to ya'll for keeping this ish going, and Back back's Aesop reference in the last line :cool:

Also, I died on "mushroom tat across your dome" :laugh: :rofl:
 
And I really hate to say this, but it's time for me to go, low and behold, this skateboarding MK playing TaBBster's gotta roll.
Had some good times here, with The Backest of Backs, the Lowest of Blows.
The Metalist of Bruces, The Norris-ist of 64's (forever)
The Ripper of Spines, The Rooker known as Johnny
TRMK's matriarch, Jade. Hello mami :cool:
The bearded wonders known as Pat & Sek, the bro known as NS (thanks for the butt sex ;))
I in the Vital, A cowboy who loves.
A trashy (but classy) tarkatan, and Critical Limit (you totally took my muffin)
The tittiest of mncuggets, and the Cyber Sub mainer known as Flagg
A young man named Tyler Welby, and Armageddon and Bad10 (<-he mad :laugh: Jk brah)
Kratos himself, ames32 and Valley in the sky
The almighty DCP and his partner in crime, Alisa.
A PCP fiend known as Rockhardmilkgun, and Aldo Moreno (he number 1)
Havok, pimppaperclip, Wraith, and Squirrelpion,
those guys are a tornado of laughter son.
It's getting close to that goodbye for now,
So I'm going to kick rock and say hey to the clouds.

Sorry if I forgot to include anyone personally, I just tried to make them all rhyme and not do a wall of text lol.
I will return guys.
 
Thank you Flyman :cool:
If I get any free time, I'll try to write down material for Book II of Revision and maybe Sunshine Mouth :laugh:
 
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