Originally Posted by .Xtenkae.
Heres my second tryout.In this one i did 1 with poetry and the rest freestyles.
I'm providin the next generation like artifital insemination...
Waging war with undying dedication my soldiers don't hide from confrentation...
Were front line fighters holdin M16's we fighting back with heads full of empty dreams...
The demnted scenes the oppositions screams ring in our ears but our conscience remains clean....
I was born to make a change to go against the grain...
To put the real culprits in the frame to speak out against the pain....
We wear our battle scars with pride now the opposition subside....
Were modern day guides seeking were the enemy hides....
We'll bury the lies along with our soldiers who died.....
Anotha 1.
i come with a style.... that exploits people of a weaker measure
attacking pressure points... that leaves ya folded and in much displeasure.
ya battle me my style leaves you looking 2nd rate.... im 3 steps ahead of the game, and u in check mate.
i got verbal fire power.... no need to draw glocks
u can go back to sucking cocks..... to get ya money for ya crack rocks.
cuz ya cant put a price on perfection...il leave you looking like a fag with an infection....slowly decaying away....you start to pray.... but god hates you cause ur gay.....u rome the streets ferile and stray.... just tryna get thru the day
ya only exit is taking ya own life..... you turn to suicide
cuz ur to piontless to exsit..... n u aint got no pride
ya know the world would be better off if you just fucking died...
ya funeral would be a party where no one even fucking cried.
kk....
a hundred grand, im tryin to understand.....
but your shits just bland, another grain of sand....
i was just tryin to freestyle....
but all the while....
you had other plans, you just wanted to battle.....
but ima slaughter you as if you were cattle.....
and my wife say your pea balls aint that nice.....
says your dicks about the size of a grain of rice.....
aint that nice.
awww shit i said that twice.
im just the boy from down under.
here to rape, pillage and blunder.....
i wonder. how im preceived....
am i alittle dweeb?
no.
im a goon, set to plant a seed.
Word.
At the Hall of Fame waiting for my induction
I know Im phat,Im contemplating lyposuction.
What type of assumption was that Im an idiot
Im no mature adult,Im still a fucking silly kid.
I never make sense,Im nonstop jibber jabber
yet at the same time Ive never heard a sicker rapper.
Listen to these lame rhymes,and poor delivery
I say fuck a beat ... than I ignore ability.
Poorest Ill Mc,I write a verse about nothing
No vocabulary I use the cursing as stuffing.
Try to turn the worst into something...fast
Imagine medals for the first person that comes in last.
Sometimes I get so high I can barely write rap
I gotta say tonite is a kind of nite just like that.
I feel like shit,I have an ulcer in my stomach
Im fuckin dying I can hear the vultures coming.
I wont even have a gravestone just a wooden stick
Im that wannabe Mc white boy that couldnt spit.
I tried at fame...failed,than gave up quickly
a ton a time later and Ive only saved up fifty
dollars.Im left in the gutter as a homeless man
a bald drunken fool with a comb in his hand.
alright.
