Rhyme Cypher

Chinese whispers..
You damn heiny kissers..
Listen lil whiny mister...
You can catch a high knee quicker
Than you can say "Shiny Stickers!"
Talking knee cap right behind the liver

Next rhyme - Skeleton Key

[edit: cross-posted] Instinctual:

She cums naturally when me and your bitch mingle coz I get in her jeans like it’s instinctual.
Even lesbian chicks on my dick, swivel when I wave and they change orientation like a ship’s gimbal.
I met this one dyke in church, Christina, we had a quick fiddle,
She was fruity but still held a candle for me. I made Chris-tingle.

Yo... cuz... is your chick single?
We on the same wavelength, I’m getting mixed signals.
I’m the guy she’d over adore... like brick lintels...
Yeah I wrote ‘over a door’, pfft, that shit’s simple.

Y'all steal writing coz your script dwindles, while I’m god tier, Prometheus flogging nicked Kindles.
I’mma change subjects, like those the king swindles,
Still that perp’ll reign, Prince on his hit singles.
I clash and crash rides like I’m tryna pick Cymbals.
I’mma shoot you for no reason, it’s sinful, I let the thing sing for nothing, this kid’ll get ‘free ode’, like a shit minstrel.

Y’all sweeter than kids’ dimples, sweeter than pink sprinkles.
I’ll leave you seeing stars, your eyes got bitch twinkles.

Hey, check it out, here’s a quick riddle:
What would you call it if I tied a string to your whip and your dick’s middle,
Then took your Van while you’re sleeping? ...Rip Winkle.

Next rhyme: Skeleton Key

If you buy coke don't get it from me,
I grind bones to dust and shot skeleton keys,
I don't buy toilet roll cos letters are free,
That's why I love post like surfing Reddit on E's,
Fucked all my neighbours wives they call me resident sleaze,
They get smashed for 30 seconds then I'm ready to breeze,
I met em in their houses, met in the streets,
Wherever we meet
The only thing that won't get met is their needs,
I don't ask for much out of bitches, just be Senegalese, 7ish feet, good at sheperding sheep, be able to change your breast size from extra petite to stretched to the knee, be intelligent, deep, n don't expect it from me, be able to suck my balls as well as this D, have throat game like a pelican beak

Next Rhyme: Octopus

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Bag Mandela

Next Rhyme: Octopus

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Ayo I imagine Bag w/ a rasta look
Smoking lotsa kush..
Laid back vibes, but I warn ya not to push
Or wind up looking like you boxed w/ an octopus
Clean jabs + sloppy hooks
Or Ill go Chef Boyardee w/ these cans that the glocks'll push
Put a shell up im his noodle leave his pasta cooked

Next Rhyme - Tactical Precision

Catch me drunk describing life as a caticalliclysm,
I considered the approach of tactical precision or radical indifference then did things so effortlessly that I practically didn't,
I make bitches quit porn cuz it's massive n it kill em,
most these rappers wouldn't get called shaggable in prison,
It's tough to subscribe to the theatrically written practice of religion whilst having an opinion so if they're talking god n want my actual decision I usually LOL wanking FTW em

Next rhyme: Cordoba

Sure, Yoda.
I grow weed at home just to mask the corpse odour,
If anyone grasses, I’ll leave em under lawn clover,
Digging so many holes in my yard, you’d think I caught gophers.

My literacy skills are more doper.
I tried stand up comedy... but I fall over...
Keep on getting ‘booze’, shoulda thought closer.
Damn.
They must be comfortable sleeping; this place only got four-posters.

I got a job in a noodle bar, but I upset the store owner...
Coz one customer was like “waiter, bring me a prawn soba”...
I said “Sorry I’m drunk but I can bring a prawn over”.
I got a job in a curry house, there were more moaners...
“Waiter, I’d like a warm dosa, plus some Indian beer, bring us four Cobras”.
...Oops.
I once got a job as a pawn broker,
I quit, since it didn’t meet the expected porn quota.
I got a job in a clothes shop serving dork posers.
“Excuse me, I’d like faun loafers”.
“Baby deer don’t wear shoes, y’all jokers!”
“Excuse me, I’d like a straw boater”.
I brought a scarecrow in a dingy and some oars over.
I got a job in a pub, a dude ordered coke, thought I’d pour soda,
Seemed surprised when I brought him a pound of pure coca.
I got a job in a garage, sold restored motors...
“Do we sell cut and shuts? lord no sir! Anyhow, can I interest you in this Ford Rover? Or a Porsche Skoda?”
With my sex drive... I should get a job as a whore’s chauffeur.

Next rhyme: respectability

I can switch to pretentious willingly soon as they cue sense n sensibility silver spoon rejection imagery and shoot me pondering the notion of symmetric mimicry,
Twas a crisp autumn morn I remember vividly when I stopped washing to make my dick smell despicably in a failed attempt to be an incel deliberately,
I once misspelled soliloquy,
Psych, I never misspelled soliloquy,
Groups of hoes pay me for web sex, it helps fertility,
So I keep getting e-ganged like dyslexic bigamy

Next Rhyme: Burger van

I whip a burger van in Kurdistan
Serve ya man some Percodan
Actually it’s fentanyl, my
work’s a scam like girls that cam
Bitch, dyin’ is the circumstance,
cancel all your further plans
Now it’s up to God to do what
doctors and the nurses can’t
I text my shooter “Columbine”
and bet he’s bout to murk your fam
Catch your kid at lunch and
knock the cocoa out his Themos can
If I hit the club think groupie
herpes, man- I be burnin’ bands
These other cats just layaway,
they coppin’ on a purchase plan
My homegirl slangs other bitches’
pussy- she be servin’ tramps
When I tell the bitch to lead her hoes in,
it ain’t German pants


Wock to Poland

Ay, yo, Wock to Poland?
Oh that’s a line Lil Yachty’s spoken,
I keep going over ‘cees like I crossed an ocean.
This emcee ate, oh, wait... and it’s not a Roland.

I stick a shiv in their chest to stop opponents... I keep a knife by my side but it’s not devotion when I take it to heart like strong emotions.
Leave em leaking, like, props to Snowden.
I ain’t a rapper, I’m a solemn spokesman.
Your god prays to me, he’s my top exponent,
Street preachers are like “excuse me sir have you got a moment? Our Christian scripture’s shitty fiction, yours are proper potent”.
I’mma wake up after Armageddon, be like “golly gosh what commotion!”
Peace and love are some somber notions.
Even my flaws are pretty slick, like I dropped some lotion,
And my mettle’s so greezy it’d stop corrosion.
All my exes are tens, and that wasn’t roman.

Wait, was that Marion? It seems like something Bag woulda prolly wroten.
I’m getting all these herbs mixed up like I’m tryna concoct a potion.

Next rhyme: theological

Why bitches like Virb gotta be so comical
My speech fo-nomenal... Free flow optimal
Walkin’ out dispensaries with pre-rolled tropical
Then I hit the booth and drop a weed smoke Chronic-al
These idgits see a dunce hat like “neat, woah... conical!”
Church with papa Huxtable, that’s Theo logical
My dermatologist said RB needs mo’ topicals
I’m like yeah.. sounds great, seems soo probable
My bitch Jada Pinkett smooth with the head:
call it “sleek dome follicles”, deep throat’s nominal
and I’m a gentleman, so when I bust a nut,
I’ma leave your Mrs. Planters with a skeet-soaked monocle
I whip your bitch on onlyfans, she’s so floggable
Snuff flims in the desert, bitch your heat-stroke’s bloggable
Get a semi-charmed life when my ‘migos pop at you
Now your Third Eye Blind, you got three broke opticals


Live action hentai

Live action hentai
When Im with ya wife grabbing them thighs
I pipe, smash & then slide
My knife stabbing in guys, life flash within eyes
Im quite rad with them lines


Next rhyme - atomically charged

Yo, bro, you got some quality bars...
I mean, I ain’t read your shit, but they probably are.
I wouldn’t know.

Your policy’s ‘nah’.
My philosophy’s ‘RAAARRRGH!’
Ha.

This your destined for death and it’s not a facade, I’ll leave you seeing more stars than astrology charts.
Never stretched when they land, if we got in a spar and the punches are flying, economy class.
My whips are legit, got phenomenal cars, I’ll drive through your ends, shoot a glock as I pass...
Means we both gotta Dodge in the yard.

Yo cuz, I, uh... that wasn’t, um... I mean, I’m sorr...
Ah fuck it.
I always found apologies hard coz I do what I do with the proper regard.
Shit’s intentional.
I call the cops, like..
‘Yeah I admit I committed the robbery sarge, I was honestly armed, might of shot at a guard, but I got a get out of jail monopoly card.. so... uh...’

Next rhyme: lammergeier

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Originally Posted by Virbius

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My whips are legit, got phenomenal cars, I’ll drive through your ends, shoot a glock as I pass...
Means we both gotta Dodge in the yard.

Next rhyme: lammergeier

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Honestly?
I read that bar and said "Damn, ya fire"
But Im on a mission to make sure my plans transpire
Got the house riding on it..Like rednecks & camper tires
Plugged in like an amplifier, my brand is higher
Any one says different? That man's a liar
You're either gonna get a grip...or I am w/ pliers
Boy you better check my resume like you planned to hire

Next Rhyme - chandelier

Aw shucks, thankya dear.
Shit, I bet I could grab your spear and stab your ear and before this guy dies he’d prolly clap and cheer.
Wow, now the standard’s clear, writers like that make me wish Bag was here, but judging by his homophobic shit he’s prolly off tryna bash a queer,
While I’m so progressive I make Ange and Kier seem like they fascist peers, and I ain’t tryna get political, if I ran a smear it’s just smudges of blood from the shanks and shears.

I blew my bank balance on big assed bitches, got in bad arrears.
(Fam that was ‘badder rears’, in case you ain’t see how those raps are near).

Shit I just sniffed a gram of gear, now I’m kicking back with some ganj’ and beer.
Feeling a million bucks, like, packs of deer. You prolly just feeling angst and fear.
It hardly takes Gandalf with his Palantir, to see how much heat I’ll bring in future you don’t have to seer.
(Damn that was ‘have to sear’, in case you ain’t see the facts appear).
When I’m joking I act sincere, and when shit gets serious I just laugh and jeer.

Next rhyme: Cockatiel

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Originally Posted by Virbius

Next rhyme: Cockatiel

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I cant explain the twin glocks appeal
Both laser sighted w/ all the options/frills
Now their first job's revealed
Leave ya father in law's daughter killed
Head to the grocery store that she shops for meals
Catch ya wife at the shopping till & pop the steel
Its two red dots to that birds face like a cockatiel
N I hope she survives long enough to run up a doctors bill
To go along w/ the pain & the shock ya feel
Then Ill pull your card like Copperfield
Ya chance of survival smaller then jockey builds
So you should stop for real

Next rhyme- articulate