The Shelter (Freestyle)

I've been a broken man, with no focused tactics//
I broke into this soulless planet through a faulty prophylactic//
Whether the flow is classic or faux and plastic//
I cope with that shit, knowin' I'm one step closer to passin'//
No, it's not tragic, I'm rather lookin' forward to the end//
Assumin' then, I'm soon to blend with other souls lookin' to be soothed again//
I'd choose to win, but losin' takes less of a chance//
To hell with the plans, I'm settled, that's where my intelligence stands//
I'm not interested in the workings of these earthlings//
There are worse things to be against, I have heard things//
In the past few days, that leave me baffled and troubled//
The world must be coming to an end, where I shall stand in the rubble//
So many things are p in the air that I can't manage to juggle//
Sometimes I wonder whether or not I should be passive or struggle//
Can't manage the muscle, so I should bid you ado//
This isn't just me, but I'm not interested in dying with you//

literally dropping every line straight out the mind,
so far ahead in this game, whereas you're all so late and behind,
creating the time to spit and hit you, it's a sign,
of things to come in the future, i'm the shiver hither in your spine,
i've never really changed, too busy stayin' the same,
pushing the boundaries to enter quickly into fame,
put you to shame, so far opened doors like a guard,
come into the game so hard, i possibly went too far,
straight out the other side, shot like a shooting star,
gained the nickname that i go by, with a capital S, and that's just the start

the beat was slow the lyrics are crap acting like u snif to much crack
nigga u think u can beat me i fucked ur girl like and i didnt go easy
excuse me abuse me like eminem in that movie
im only 12 and i think u smell like that girl in the well
so fuck off me bitch before i hit u with this crazy rap shit
now get of my street becaus u just got beat by a kid who still has baby teeth

i maybe chief-top dog/
inhaling pot smog got me feelin like i can karate chop logs/
i watch the top hip-hop blogs ran by those who never felt-
cuz they never lived/
i cant stand the kind that takes but never gives/
livin the sims life- fakin like your gems bright/
and it might does but he lightbulb in your head is a dim light/
im seeing the world smaller which means im gettin bigger/
beat grave digga mind evolving from a complete slave nigga/

I'm feeling a little Weezy, a bit queezy,
Ima flop all over theese like im Young Jeezy,
It's too easy, Only way stop me is to Freeze-Me,
Come Back out in 2050 and still be Cheesy,
Like a wotsit that was left just as long,
It's a stinky snack that's started to pong

When I go off the dome, I send fake rappers home
A cracker, cash stacker is straight invading your zone
Pickin some bones, run up in your house and start dickin your hoe,
stickin my toes in her tight cunt and lickin her cones.
That shit was corny and fuckin boring but It was filler on purpose,
but now I'll murk it, so take a look to see a real killer workin.
Straight goin beserk and lurkin round the pussy of Brooke Burke.
This is E for entertainment so I'll excitedly exclaim it,
Im a wild carnivorous beast and aint nobody who can tame it
Your lame, get a new hobby to ruin, everybodies clearly booin
If your gonna try to battle, clue in to what the fuck your are doin
Dont need to investigate to state this is the end of your fate
You're goin to hell but might be late for you and the devils masturbation date

I'm an oddity, possibly locked in these physical properties//
Cause the God in me consciously watches these miserable false MCs//
You ain't a prophet, please, you misfits are miscreants//
While there ain't a box on this planet you bitches can fit me in//
The difference is simple, I'm ions beyond you peons//
I spit real talk, nerds cling on to your language like Klingon//
Ever since the doctor cut my cervical cord//
I bring murder in hordes, ill as cancer, the terminal sort//
Hate everything you vermin support, so melodramatic//
To hell with ya faggots, you store worthless shit like a cellar or attic//
While my intelligence gathered in such a benevolent manner//
Stays mean, contradiction, like Genesis chapters//
When this penmanship's mastered, it's impossible to stop//
Like cops tryin' stop dealers pushin' product on the block//
But I'm not interested in proving a sentence//
My only interest is improving a sentence, and yes, there's truly a difference//

bitches stay complaining reading all these weak posts is draining
im refraining from unleashing the main stream aiming where your brain be
i reside in the dark like lights out after nine in the park im a land shark
on some ironman bars call me stark im not acting while yall just play the part
i play apart from these light weak mc's the be so 1 dementional
my flow plentaful your never suspencful i target yall this shit was intentional
i do this for real bitch like that rabbit from nessquick im a mess shit
miss dressed wit colors contrasting im never matching but i always look good
i do it like they wish they could livin burbs but workin in the hood
i could sell drugs to the dea an get away im livin on the day to day
above average state reppin those washington plates

im squashin debates with evidence in ya residence/
never tense or hesistent infact im excellent../
at startin the war/
an artist fa sure harborin' pain thats part of my core/
from ex-broads who thru my heart on the floor/
but forget that/
more than 1 way to skin cats/
unleashin venom once i pull off my pen caps/
runnin ten laps daily/ it sounds crazy/
but its vital for survival if i plan to last 'till round eighty/

Goddamn, im stuck as fuck to these forums
Blowin off homework, phones calls been straight ignorin
This shits addicting I swear, nicotine doesn't compare
Got laundry to do, but does it look like I even care?
NO! that shits a hassle, why do it when here, Im
the king of the castle. Ok... not yet, but in a month or
two I'd lock bets...Im movin up faster than vertical jets
my word is the best, you nerds I detest, I know theres
no structure but I'm just typin some letters, when shes
ripe Ill go get her. I like em with double d's cuz a cups
trouble me, reduce you to rubble you see, Im a needle
and your a bubble to me. Im so outta the world, not even
the hubble could see, No more words to go with that scheme
Ive run out it seems,

lol...just exercising my mind...not meant to be "good"

my flow is slaughter like murder so ima take this a bit further
come hell or high water i stay on point while niggas get abducted by flying saucers wack lyrics gettin shot down with laser rays like a cancer patients catchin u-v rays and faggots in the light of day with aids remain
as i elevate so niggas cant relate to this horrible fate i gotta say in any case any day in fact everyday id make yo ass shower to get rid of those dandruff flakes
without making no mistakes i raise the stakes and serve niggas like a chef
id take out those foes who claim to be the best and reeducate the rest to detest than infest as i infect than eliminate yur attempts like a pest if lifes a test fuck it niggas parish than fail with all f's as i move forward with no regrets

my freestyles blow ya set and can fill up a whole cassette/
both sides- flow tides of oceans thats motionless/
chick sniffin nose candy with no panties below her dress/
placed the game right underneath my toes and pressed/
soul expressed- fuck how you feel bout it/
100 mill counted with each finger/
scrub the murder scene down but the smell of bleach lingers/
leech flinger like a booger that i yanked/
i suspect some of you niggas got sugar in the tank/

Got all these mc bitches crying
dommy makes me want my mommy!
Try to deny but their just lying
Boys your all just pussys like tommy
Like above me, retiree easy to beat
I'll turn Vince into Mince meat
Send him packaged to everyone, AL
Like "hooked you up with the package, now pay out"

need to brighten up this place, it's as dark as outer space,
about as lonely as the homeless when doors get shut in their face,
so wait... let's take it slow, go and quit the fast pace,
turn the treadmill down, fuck it, it's not about winning the race,
it's about enjoying the journey on the way, taking out time
to observe the earth and life the way it's always been designed,
been improved over the decades, now we loving every minute,
i've wrote this in less than that, but can't be fucked to finish it,
reflecting on all of this is really lightening the mood,
but there's still shit in the world, like a lack of food,
rising sea levels mean that we'll all be swimming soon,
but it'll happen anyway, so lets just get fucked and drunk too.

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Dominata17

Got all these mc bitches crying
dommy makes me want my mommy!
Try to deny but their just lying
Boys your all just pussys like tommy
Like above me, retiree easy to beat
I'll turn Vince into Mince meat
Send him packaged to everyone, AL
Like "hooked you up with the package, now pay out"

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you mention my name thru a keyboard?/
knowin you'll never see me .u must be bored/
mince meat?..nah you never wanna touch beef/
bust ya front teeth-get fucked-makin this cunt queef/
ya mom makes you fasten ya seatbelt in the front seat/
desrtoy you with explosive force, no remorse, you crumble,losin'/
send you a torjan horse and like in real life-
you'll have trouble shootin'/
i feel the funk now/ pullin the trunk down/
with you inside,curled/
tied up while i fuck ya wife up AND ya side girl/
i tell you to buy yourself a life and toss you a quarter/
i believe in agression "over defense/over da fence"-
like illegally crossin' the border/

Wow, I guess a loss was in order ^ give Vincent a round of applause.
For surrounding the odds n' countering this FUCKING clown from across
His computer, losers frown at the gods, reluctantly..
but suffer the same fate as the game n' stay in the same state...
The rules have changed, mate - the cross fire is roaring now
I'm coming on the board n' doused whores rocking historic crowns
The King Arthur decorum round table looking for Ghouls-&-Goblins..
Leave your musings wobbling on the side when viewing the music column
The King Samson prestige of the best nexxt textcees
presiding over Poseidon's trident exploding closed in remote islands...
n' I don't promote violence my own silence will follow suit..
From the hollow route of ego reflecting onto it's sallow truth
Pen's like a ricochet expelled from my cranium
the lyrics like titanium alloy rockets decaying em'..
Any day I portray the sun in soul existence so its instant-
aneous more a less of deploring an orange stretch..
deflecting the foresight of even Nostradamus's prophecies..
On close circuit cameras while they position it awkwardly
Meeting with the sisters of fate which they relate
to the circumstances of my mission n' clock the time a day behind..
So when I display the sign the masses aren't so ignorant..
to it's beauty... my aesthetic nature's to penetrate the
pen n' paper in a way I regenerate a generation
legislated to the common fruition of Western commemoration
I waste no time when I'm lacing up in a pitcher's mound..
Angled at a point to take missionary to different grounds....

This is why white kids shudnt listen to rap
They hear ebonics now he spells it celph taut n still sounds wak
But to me I hear quack den its click clak bang
Like duck hunt the game but I do the real thang
Freestyle or keystyle u don't compare to me while....
Do I dare to even tell him he s raisin my child
Cuz I'm all in ya bitch like u think I aint
Bitch I'm in da streets like traffic line paint
No need to run celph ! N cry why you?!
Cuz u jus another copy cat like ken n ryu
Beat me - try too - only if next on ur list is u wanna die too
Cuz chicken I ll fry u - pan seer den lie you - flat in the woods for the wild life to try u
my style is vile residue viral - punches cut worse dan a knife in ya spinal
Listen this part is vital - make me ur idol - or suffer a splittin headace u can't fix wid midol..bitch

Lockz, really... with a Z? n' you're attacking my sense of detail...?
You not only cause pencils to fail.. you failed in the sense of a male... !
Kid's repenting the scale... weighing next to nothing in this...
Plus you suck at a dis, fag's so reluctant to fuck with my wits.
Goddamn it... these amateurs come out like I screamed APOLLO or something.
Yeah you're in the hood.. cuz when it comes to skill.. ALL of it's fronting.
Get it? a car? hood? oh wait... you don't ride a whip...
or buy fly designer shit... you're on the 9 to 5 grind, you bitch!
Making minimum wages having a boss with no benefit package...
Bitch! you wouldn't know sick if you had a degree in medical practice.
This is general rap, it's nothing fucking with this kid's a laugh..
So watch me do em' like atoms in Nuclear Fission split em' in half..
What I've written's intact... attack strategy bombardment..
Sadam market... you still playing wit' Pogs sprawled on ya moms carpet!
So dog stop it you shop at Hot Topic for panties.
"We don't sell those here.." 'Well, erhm... here - come n' look at my fanny'..
You fucking rook it's outstanding you'd even try to poly' wit me.
..come in solemn n' see you're fucking spinal column debris
Here, come in follow a G ... This is real effort in hustle.
I lift weights on a regular without flexing a muscle.
So it's best if you tussle pick a man of your caliber, Lockz.
Cuss your skill is fallen faster than adding your stocks.
Oh wait. That's right - the only stocks you've had come in lingerie packets.
You get your mom to pay taxes... I am beyond your gay tactics.



Ha.

Lockz, really... with a Z? n' you're attacking my sense of detail...?
You not only cause pencils to fail.. you failed in the sense of a male... !
Kid's repenting the scale... weighing next to nothing in this...
Plus you suck at a dis, fag's so reluctant to fuck with my wits.
Goddamn it... these amateurs come out like I screamed APOLLO or something.
Yeah you're in the hood.. cuz when it comes to skill.. ALL of it's fronting.
Get it? a car? hood? oh wait... you don't ride a whip...
or buy fly designer shit... you're on the 9 to 5 grind, you bitch!
Making minimum wages having a boss with no benefit package...
Bitch! you wouldn't know sick if you had a degree in medical practice.
This is general rap, it's nothing fucking with this kid's a laugh..
So watch me do em' like atoms in Nuclear Fission split em' in half..
What I've written's intact... attack strategy bombardment..
Saddam market... you still playing wit' Pogs sprawled on ya moms carpet!
So dog stop it you shop at Hot Topic for panties.
"We don't sell those here.." 'Well, erhm... here - come n' look at my fanny'..
You fucking rook it's outstanding you'd even try to poly' wit me.
..come in solemn n' see you're fucking spinal column debris
Here, come in follow a G ... This is real effort in hustle.
I lift weights on a regular without flexing a muscle.
So it's best if you tussle pick a man of your caliber, Lockz.
Cuss your skill is fallen faster than adding your stocks.
Oh wait. That's right - the only stocks you've had come in lingerie packets.
You get your mom to pay taxes... I am beyond your gay tactics.



Ha.

Look he wrote a book! I must got him shook
Sound like a love song wid a gay ass elton john hook
Bitch look I'm a crook no parts a me soft
Ask ya bitch homie she's hear now suckin me off
U make believe tuff I kno u queer like rodman
Watch me teach this dog a new trick n hav him play possum
U need many lines cuz ur punches is weak
Shudda listend to mama n ate ur lockz miniwheets
U ll never compare kid ur jus to yung
Translation in laymens terms truthfully ur jus too dumb
Vocab u hav none - come on son
U can't fool me u bout as hood as a catholic school nun

the long stretch of the maze got my head in the haze
controlin my own goals, but i just set em and blaze
left & led astray, i was never repaid
but im chill, over the hill and ahead of the phase
in not in dept, nor am i excessively paid
but i'd like a spot with a view to recess in the shade
if that's a goal ima set it for sure
see i said it without regret so you can bet thats it's pure
ready for war, why? they got guns at the door
and i'll shoot before the front of that boot touches my floor
not to say that i'm a violent being, on my day off
but while i'm breathing, i'll try to see it from
the side of reason, sigh and try breathe in slow
despite the chaos
the only son of my parents, one of the careless youth
in truth concerning that i should be fuckin embarrassed
none of the merits i recieved from takin the wrong path
were inherent in my genes, i created my own past
my future is my hobby and craft, i gotta be fast
cause some cruise through, others caught in the crash
no felonies larsenies or charges for grass
i was just dumb fucker livin and partying fast
but i cut my involvment with that, evolve and adapt
watch helplessly as others remain lost in the trap
survival of mentally fittest class, why you think i write
all night till the graphite of my pencils smashed

I feel like a million bucks, but the dollar's value is down//
Feel like screamin' on these demons, til I surround you with sound//
Livin' in shadows, like Derek Rose is with Jordan//
See the picture clear, life keeps it eroded, distorted//
Life will stop you at the drop of a dime//
You get a quarter of what you've earned, never a profit to find//
Not a half dollar is spent on trying to improve on this shit//
And costs a pretty penny just to get used to this shit//
The world is volcanic, you panic and you'll get lost in the rubble//
So, you can party all you want, needles still poppin' ya bubble//
Sometimes it feels like your facin' an impossible struggle//
But you go to pieces enough, you're never solvin' the puzzle//
If negative breeds negative, the world will give birth to a positive//
Two wrongs don't make a right, some would suggest the opposite//
Mind clustered like city traffic at noon//
Not trusting half, ignoring the rest of all the madness that it consumes//

Ode to the Old

To all rappers out for the money, I rap charity
Call this my freestyle, today its a rarity
Everyone's a sellout, lost sight of the goals
Shooting to be the best? Now its all about the polls
Sad to see rap followin economic trends
U can witness the shit- jus check on CNN
In an outta jail for stupid shit like Wayne
Got fuckin fans just tryin to stay sane
I'm guilty myself, rippin V in a freestyle
I'm not gonna water shit down like in the green mile,
But I can pace it quickly, what was ill now sickly
These new rappers suck so hard
givin the rap game hickies
Why cant we find another biggie?
how bout another 2pac?
Explosive nigs with black flow like molten rock
Instead we working with half-wits
Try hards like Pitbull that only half spit
Improvement is needed
Rap industry in dire shape
Only some greats hold their position
while potentials get statutory rape
We end up with Enrique's now
& Jay Z, Lupe, the shit goes on
For many, the ancient chronic album
last time they heard a good song
And check this..
there was more than one good song!
Extent of todays artists flow
just over 3 minutes long
Fuck man, shit cant even be compared
to the old blasters
I wish we could get better stuff today
after the old rap masters

stop bein' a downer-talkin about the founders-
rather right or wrong/
no one has the right to say how to write a song/
if they sound the same,find/
i focus on me knowin' my poetry games fine/
infact it comes with enflamed lines-so whats the use/
cut me loose on a cut and i corupt the booth/
turing words into a realistic scene/
go ballistic thru logistic means-i've witnessed fiends upclose/
so what- i let my cup toast/ to livin life/
celebrate when you can cuz its gettin trife/
just read about this niggas wife attackin him with a kitchen knife/
but theres 2 sides to a story- but thats another one-
everythings the same even if you CHANGE YA NAME/
talkin bout gang-bangin'-talkin in slang,you lame/
i protect my rep so step off/
thinkin you goin' hard only to realise you kept soft/

expressing myself for the good of my health,
spilling it out, as it spit but not for wealth,
cause i could tell all the world about the problems with girls,
problems with smoking but this aint show and tell,
..i'm getting well into this now,
open my mouth, and the words just fly out,
fuck the pigs flying, i could make cows -
jump further than the moon, just don't question how,

and to all of you haters, this aint 'rip the bitch',
none of you have fame, you're hardly in the game, let alone rich,
you sit on your arses, wasting your time,
on the mic - you're a crime, talk so much shit, but you're not signed,
spit about girls, but you're hardly fine dined,
taking people on that could easily outdo you in half a line.

expressing myself for the good of my health,
spilling it out, as it spit but not for wealth,
cause i could tell all the world about the problems with girls,
problems with smoking but this aint show and tell,
..i'm getting well into this now,
open my mouth, and the words just fly out,
fuck the pigs flying, i could make cows -
jump further than the moon, just don't question how,

and to all of you haters, this aint 'rip the bitch',
none of you have fame, you're hardly in the game, let alone rich,
you sit on your arses, wasting your time,
on the mic - you're a crime, talk so much shit, but you're not signed,
spit about girls, but you're hardly fine dined,
taking people on that could easily outdo you in half a line.

ayo, I got you leaving swinging two little stub
cause I be picking out bitches like we in a club
not battling, just rattling with raps that snapping
spitting hip-hop, so you know you be clapping
while others try and bring me down to reality
but I'm quality, ain't nothing raining on my facts see
I'm deadly, going on with a nine if you rating with finite numbers
axing backs up cause spitting a hiccup for this motherfucker

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Lockz

Look he wrote a book! I must got him shook
Sound like a love song wid a gay ass elton john hook
Bitch look I'm a crook no parts a me soft
Ask ya bitch homie she's hear now suckin me off
U make believe tuff I kno u queer like rodman
Watch me teach this dog a new trick n hav him play possum
U need many lines cuz ur punches is weak
Shudda listend to mama n ate ur lockz miniwheets
U ll never compare kid ur jus to yung
Translation in laymens terms truthfully ur jus too dumb
Vocab u hav none - come on son
U can't fool me u bout as hood as a catholic school nun

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Dude... what are you depressed, obsessed? what is it? tell me!
Your entire lyrical stature's pretty clear ya the heir of disaster!
honing' the methods necessary to spawn an effect..
Of something so ahead of ya time it hasn't dawned on you yet...
The common connect of a novice who's obviously, kept..
From societies eyes THEN wondered upon a dominant vet...
Now your momma's upset... SUCH an anti social delinquent..
Would ever transpire the powers that controls what he thinks with..
I'm a boss man... you know that you're sinking... grab the clothes-line.
You show signs... of a straight up homo who knows I'm...
The benefactor of death... ya penning' nothing but qualms in ya raps..
I'll give ya fucking moms so much slaps my entire ARM WILL COLLAPSE!
..Dog it's a facts - you've yet to make a reasonable attempt..
at the crown.. bury the case, a gabble left in the ground..
...and fuck a cliche, key - noone's riding wit Lockz...
I dead bolt this faggot... leave em' there inside of a box.

hey yo..
i don't understand these industry cats, they mad wack
i spit fast raps that attack rats and leave em with bad backs
the second i grap that microphone i wanna know where the cash at
i don't fuck with them dr suess rhymes, i'm passed that
you industry bitches are just class acts, i'm coming through swinging
and whoever steps in my way, i'll Big L em and pin em
i roll with triple sixes upside down, that's three nines
i'm chasing after the cream, dimes and whips.. so in the mean time
on ya'll faggots free time, you better mr clean rhymes
this a game for stevie boy, cuz ya'll don't wanna see mine

the industry is green as fuck with dollar signs and envy
school of hard knocks im columbine i'll die when its empty
-the clip- i'll dine on the tempting twisted like my mind is fermenting
preventing me from having normal thoughts im pissed again
when im gone you'll be missing him more allure than a fisherman
quaking like a fissure damn more nucleic than the missiles
north koreas got cold when on a beat but you could say im hot

As I walk the Kakoda Track, dense conditions and all.
I notice this journey's a load of crap, hence my admission to withdraw.
Permission to crawl, back to my haul.
Could of sworn I left my boat right at the docks.
But theres flocks of birds, surrounding a wreckage, fuck!
So I'm stuck in Kakoda, man this shit sucks.

spittin deadly, so why
do you continue to lie, I see with three eye
I ain't of this dimension, should be fearing bitch
and most importantly, you shouldn't be hearing this
too advanced, ahead of the future
you claim to be fresh, I'm just newer

These days, our new emcees are getting worse.
Easily without ease we should put them in a hearse.
Curse these motherfuckers who be over populating our genre.
I'll make you wish that you never popped out of your Momma.

So obserd, I pretty much dont know where to even start
Supposed to be keepin it real, but you gone right off the chart
Bad enough, and above you, triple bitch wants to be called BBB
Cant rap but posts becuase she wants life to be about me-me-me
Destroyin the game but puttin it in a cast with glee glee glee

Hunched over yoga charisma throwing ya sister
over the boulder, I wish ya had more guidance to intercept her fate.
You tried reasoning but came a couple seconds late
Now watch me a resonate an existence common to heavens gate..
The demons circulate like vultures waiting to swoop'..
over, the truth's colder for circumventing a true cobra..
No Kai, I hold ya hoe high n' break her in two...
like oh my... I'm evil projecting closer n' won't die..
You ever try to escape by defying ya fate...!
I'm flying you straight, into ta' ocean n' saying it was a pilot mistake
my mind's a slate .. most psychologists fear to oppose..
Every lyrical blow's a mental note I'm here to dispose
of any intruder... yup... take precautionary measures now..
penning the sentence while I throw senates into an endless vile
of poisonous ink... they're walking on eggshells, homie.
Fuck a 6 pack I'm making money off keg sales, only!
I drive competitors into such a depressing state ...you could estimate
the profit margin off of the alcoholic depressive rate.

i write grafit-ti free-cuz my lifes shackled/
but instead of the trife tackled-
i procastinate- cash in safes-knife gaffled/
to make sure it stays mine/
heard from the grapevine/
you fakes only rap for pape signs/
while your lost in that matrix i still cant escape mines/
superman cape tied around my neck,tight/
ex-cite patrol cops to set up road blocks till the next night/
text tight plus record-
i need a wet wipe cuz im the purfuse sweat type/
not easily conned- i disappear/
soon ya see me respawn in ya ear crystal clear/
poetry is explosive with smoke debri and when the mist is clear../
all you see is dead engineers and enflamed paper that my pen has pierced/
make sure my gin is clear, foget mixin'/
yall niggas act straight but crooked on the low like that bitch,"nixon"/
angry pitch,diction/
one day this dude called me a "dickhead"-
i replied-"yeah, im the same one a bitch lickin'/ LMAO

mc prestige

ayo, I'm comin after jewels, your lunch your ego
tryin ta represent, lego block don't count I'm'a beast mode
try robbin me I'll get you, you outta ya league hoe
motherfucker alone in his cause, I'm'a and-one like free throw
fags try touch this, I slap wrists bite hands
sweat out ya glands, chop ya mans
you don't know how to write rhyme, ya whole witherin
line you makin involve a women and bastard children
fuck outta here prestige, fuckin with'a corpse
dead man talkin, swallowin his own remorse
spit it off top, you not hip-hop
drop kid lookin'a flop, only time you testin water when it my floor you mop

hey yo..
i'm the sickest, most wicked, cannibalistic to grip the biscuit
you won't O.D to his shit, so sniff this, you bitch kids
a bunch of little bitches, killing off every MC on my shit list
just a bunch of pricks, it's soft pokes to such a big fish
i don't know how half you can live with a wack style
you need a slit wrist.. i'll help you out, you fuckin' snitches
i'm going nuts like my britches, nobody else can kick it
the way i kick it when i rip it, so stay the fuck out of my business

Check it, so many of these wannabe's do fine with the talk
But when I grill these pussies none of em really wok the wok
For instance, hang on a second, suddenly I'm like them rapping
Rappin at a good clip, now blank mind its just too mentally taxing
Take em forty five minutes to make a half decent verse.. and worse it
Still gets stripped by me all to easily like it wasnt even worth it

mc pre needs help with his puberty like the girl dude use to be
like a cheap slut he gets to see what its like to always suck D