The Shelter (Freestyle)

^copy cat jigsaw game, i've got this blood stained reign
and it stayed it's weight and drizzled in my brain mane
a bright light breaks through dark, dripping oil freely
blotted, covering my face, like my dawn's soil couldn't see me
and i'm breathing like asthmatics, i'm cracking digital mathematics
lining these numbers in white like i'm rigid all past semantics
freed in my mind, like flying forward with fate
hand creeping grasping reaching toward the plate
say it fast i say it faster, unborn bastard,
split the virgin's womb like a seahorse casket
filling up with salt water, watch the fish emerge
and submerge her child with a surgeon's dearth

fking lag can blow me

Average mand meet thesae savage hands with a plan to expand
your heart apart with onehandandthen with the other end rip out your intestend
Stabbing guts, slashing sluts, let the vulchers wrap this up-
Evidence In there lips, salivate there flesh, Rip so tough-
No scraps left, i can detach from the rest-
retreat to where i be, get Artillery, then preceed to kill the best-
Lyrcial,Spiritual,biblical,fictitious, athiest -
My hope is this - 86 feet tall tree you reincanate to take bliss-
But Then i turn you into paper, take a shit n thank you,for clearing shit up when i take shits-

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Originally Posted by AiRiN

Average mand meet thesae savage hands with a plan to expand
your heart apart with onehandandthen with the other end rip out your intestend
Stabbing guts, slashing sluts, let the vulchers wrap this up-
Evidence In there lips, salivate there flesh, Rip so tough-
No scraps left, i can detach from the rest-
retreat to where i be, get Artillery, then preceed to kill the best-
Lyrcial,Spiritual,biblical,fictitious, athiest -
My hope is this - 86 feet tall tree you reincanate to take bliss-
But Then i turn you into paper, take a shit n thank you,for clearing shit up when i take shits-

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You said shit about 100 times in this rhyme
I guess is the only swear that can describe you
spit some more lines and that would be "shit" to
and if you were to stab a slut
she would probably fuck you up
you can detach from the rest
cause you should be under arrest
for putting your shitty rhymes to the test

^he takes shits, I lay hits & the page rips
as I slay your enclaved slaves through raids of rage fits
Stay a bit away when I'm seething mad, I'll cleave n slash
When my schemes of wrath on the brink of sinking fast

I come into this and you know its trouble
ill smack your skull and make you see double
Ill use my ak's to rip these fake gays
Ill stay in your nightmares for days
Call me freddy krueger
when i creep in with my rueger

i'll knock his 'wig' and his 'tupey'
when the deuce spray at Lupe,
why u babble around, in the battlin ground,
i'll lift up fiasco, then im smackin em down..
this guy probably looks like 'IVORY', n since prices seem to rise in synch,
look at 'HOW HIGH' it be, to battle n fight with me..

2siq u suck go suck a big black dick
I beat u did thats why ur so sick
saying ur hard nobodys falling for that trick
me I got my handsful already
dealing with niggas who rap like miley
my raps not being appreciated
my battles add up to fucking nada
take me on it'll be a vendetta
i'll be ready Iv got heart we can do this
as soon as u get ur lips off that guys dick
Smack crack high mids I sell it all
Honestly Im the next Biggie Smalls
While all you other niggas dying for sars
Guess those triads were good for something
Unlike most niggas I dont give into the fads
Im sticking to old school classics
thats why I come here and kick your ass's

iM BUZZiN WHEN i ENTR,
BiTCHES TUGGiN
BUT iM HUGGiN WiTH MA EX-FiRST,
CUZ i WANT TO CUDDLE iN HER [[SHELTR]]..
BUT WiTH DUDES LiKE YOU.. CAN'T NOBODY HELP HERRR..
CUZ i FUCK CYPHERS, WHiLE YOURE A FUCKiN 'SELFERRR'

Look at this nigga thinking hes some shiesty shit
your good really good if ur gonna be a pop hit
Huggin with you ex ha i'll fucking knife her
thats right nigga im kind of the fucking cypher
Im gonna cut ya up and drop ya in the gutter
All that just for my own sick enjoyment
leave ur corpse in a pit with a thousand bodies
All Dead while im fucking with some hotties

THiS ONE FOR COMPTON..


iM TiRED OF COMMENTS, TiRED OF RESPONSES,
TiRED OF BABY TALK, CUZ ALL UR WORD iS NONSENSE..
U GOT TECHS? GOT BUTTAFLY KNiVES, [PETS]
iM NOT STRESSED, i GET iNVOLVED..
THEN STRETCH YA NECK LiKE AN OSTRiCH, POP HiT?
iMA POP SHOTS, AND WATCH SHiT, GET CLOGGED SiCK,
ON SOME PAC SHiT, i HiT EM UP, THEY DROP QUiCK..

When I plat plat, Nigga set set
When I plat plat, Nigga set set
When he plat plat, throw up yo set

PLAT SET.....PLAT SET.....PLAT SET WOW

The conclusion your assuming is that your dooming my fates acts-
Illusions proving in fact - when i remove the spine clean from your back-
Preditory in this story , fierce beast to choose to tangle with -
I Dont come for you , I Maime torture n slain your wife n stangle your kids-

Play with this asshole , then i know you done HATE TUSH-
Got The plat Set, were serveing a - PLATe-a-Puss-
Rush me if you wanna, conflict with a genius-
Salivate when i ate Eistiens bones - NOw im sick and the meanist-

Play with razor blades just to see how they slice-
Good luck intemidating a guy that Decapitation is what he likes-
Thrill the crowd when im allowed , usuallly sent me off son-
Cause someone took the 12 gauge shotgun blew his head off then-

as life with memory consumes wat u use, call it music
call it abused...
but never ever call it back singin blues,
like perhaps it's o.k. to hide that news away...
just so u can sleep them extra hours today...
now...
where's the pain that i was promised?
i'll mark u dishonest n then hang up the phone...
good luck gettin into fights wit the dial tone.
i'm bout to get my Dial soap,
n wash off your affections...
redistribute your stipulations -
- your accusations -
just so i can find a lil stimulation ...
and there's your flip side.

on the mic it's Majesty but to you it's mister
explode ya cabbage like a muthafuckin fever blister
I hit cha quicker
Then Ali, and with the left I'll stick ya
I'm slicker with a fuckin blade
They call me Jack the Ripper
I'm bound ta get cha
Ask the feds they know I'm fuckin sicker
Then Jeffery Dahmer and Ted Bundy mixed with malt liquer
Try to deny the expectations of sick mind
Interogations is like the blind leadin the blind
You'll never find
No evidence
Just bloodstains and dead presidents
When ATF raid my residence
But it's evident
From the Red Mist and blood splatter
That I ate ya heart, intestines and gall bladder
Make ya'll scatter
From the wicked rhymes cause I'm twisted
Xanax 4 times a day
Today I missed it
Maybe I'm gifted
Maybe I ain't
But still leave blood drip down the wall like wet paint