Alright, the help I need is with hip hop slang. I'm not really from the ghetto but I have lots of friends who are and they have been teaching me how to rap basic words. I have some flow now and I like to freestyle from time to time. I just might accept anyone who challenges me to a freestyle so I can get some practice. Hook me up with some slang words and hook me up with some serious words that get a message across, PLEASE! I am as pale as a dead white person!
Burn rubber nigger when you’re blazing down,
I spit 42 bars, Nigger when I’m blazing sounds,
I make you feel dizzy like you’re on a marry-go-round,
And I’ll make you feel sleepy like you’re on a lazy lounge,
Try to battle me, and I’ll make you count your blessings,
Try to fight me, and I’ll make you learn your lesson,
Choke you so hard making you feel the pressure,
Punch you so long, it’s as long as a lecture.
I’m a demon turning red, growing a horn and a tail,
Like the hulk I rip my clothes, which are both worn and pale,
I’ll lyrically murder you, cause it’s like a sixth sense to me,
Leave you bobbing and weaving, fighting so defensively,
I’m in full effect, chop you up in pieces while you’re still screaming,
Haunt you in your dreams, hell sent like a real demon,
Not only will I be taking your life, but also taking you death,
Effect of rhymes so terrible, they backfire making you deaf,
I scream at the top of my lungs, after I’ve ate all your young,
You can’t even rap English, while I’m speaking in tongue,
Fuck pistols, I’m a lyrical submachine gun,
Eating you up life breakfast, like if you were a cinnamon bun,
Playing games with me, not knowing I’m the heart of sin,
Get in my face, I’ll stab you in the eyes with my parker pen.
Stay off the mic, I must insist,
Cause your flows, are like pop with a twist,
You call those lyrics, boy slit your wrist,
I can’t believe, you’ve been let to exist,
So step down boy, you can’t test this,
Because you’ve stepped up, and spat your diss,
But be warned now, that I won’t miss,
When I fill you in, with more holes than swiss,
Cause if you step up to me boy, you’ll feel my fist,
Straight to your head boy, you’ll feel my blitz,
I’ll give it to you boy, you had wits,
But stay off the mic, you’ve personally been dismissed,
As soon as you step into my sight,
You best hope you aren’t in visible light,
Cause I’ll emite light in the middle of fight,
Harvest your flesh like a toxic waste site,
Ignite your body like a witch recites,
Throw your corpse into a burial site,
Midsummer’s fight and I’m king of the night,
Bury you so deep like a religious right
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