Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
Rick-Ross is throwing up because i kicked him in the stomach
punched him in his swinging gut and took that fucker out in public
took him to the mountain summit, threw him off and watched him plummet
now who hustleing you bitch, i had another diss but fuck it
thats enough cause i dont need to rant about a fat,
peice of shit, faggot bitch, who needs to eat a wrap,
or just a salad
or just stop your eating all together
the weather could be cold as fuck but you dont need a sweater
cause your fat as fuck, macks and trucks
ass that looks like blackened dust inside a plastic bag with nasty cuts
you nasty fuck! stop making music, terrible like jimmy fallon
no shit. another famous rich bitch with no talent.
who woulda figured...
Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
who would figured that your rhymes make no sense
your rap is funny like if oprah did a bench press
if pussy is right then you took the first left
your deft daft punk shit is making no progress
what is this? '96? is nirvana still whats cool for kids?
you hang out at the arcade all day flippin coins and eatin' chips?
playing galaga and beatin high scores and shit
but you never ever seen a real pussy before huh kid?
ill smack you with a sandwitch just because I fucking hate you
I berate and then I rape you, tape your mouth closed then I take you
no homo, i just thought that shit was funny
like if i fake tanned your ass orange then closed your esophagus with money.
lol
Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
I'm your drug addiction, the needle in your vein//
The diesel in your brain, the relievin' of your pain//
People tryna tell you that I'm evil, that's insane//
I was here when these fraudulent people seem to leave you layin'//
Pick me up, put your pretty little lips on my pretty little tip//
Light me up and excite me//
And ignore all these silly little tricks, because they really wouldn't get//
What it's like to try me//
Look at us, simply a match made in heaven//
You're my angel, I'm your God, this is the last day ya stressin'//
Slow down, I'm a hard hit, lemme tell you..//
That you can't take a second on ya pathway to essence//
I'm no monster, fuck what you heard, you can put trust in my words//
It's these miscreants that have simply been busiest when corruptin' ya world//
No, I'll never hurt you, never desert you, while these scumbags may//
No, this ain't a gamble, ya life is in shambles, just forget what's at stake//
Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
This Dudes Shit Is Basic, Structure bout as fucked up as his face is
His flows ancient, I hate it, No wonder he just cant make hits
A Gay bitch, dont say shit, sick and tired of hearin the same shit
your racin, Im pacin', trotting my times precious so i wont let you waste it
honestly, im just trying to get my posts up, so i figured id post up
in the shelter battle and just chill, and this faggit showed upp
Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
Speaking of faggots showing up, look at this maggot throwing up
You shouldn't be talking about faces since yours is about to get fucked up
You complain about the same shit, and keep talking about gays
but your name is the true definition of a fat faggot with AIDS
your dick and you posts have alot in common like twins
You lack either one and both belong in shelter donation bins
Next time you get butt hurt and charge like a blazing blind boar
Leave your panties and your problems outside the shelters door
Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
off the top, im likely to take lives
create lines sharper then stake knives
rbs a place where bitches and fakes hide
behind a screen, and attempt to make lines
commit fake crimes, critique and hate rimes
make time for a great thatll spit in your face i'm.... ill
Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
im going to freestyle yer
listin and read it yer
alright here i go
yo whats happening ..yeah yeah
i can do better...in the air
whatchh as i become the king of my seat
put u underther ground now u live under my feet
the bullshit you talk doesnt accompany me
im like a lion back i dont run it by me.
my twoestbfriends will be with me
one named jack an the other jill
and if you fuck around with me ill lay you on the hill
eat my shit while i cut your bones.
i wont just hit familys i brake into homes
first off i fuck your bitch, then head to her sister
an by the time i come back you would have never been able to gets her
Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
any time a battle occurs their overdosin on advil for sure
known for bakin the drugs, like hippies naked with hugs
dust you off like I was shakin a rug
style so dirty I have a place in the mud, where im lacin my bud
stare at me I chase u with a cherokee till ur ran down
got by standers sayin man down!
im always fightin an hittin, on fools who written some bittens
so im slicin n rippin cuz im sharp and nice with the spittin
Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
He sits at the prescient, thinkin' he's been improperly framed//
These crooked cops got him locked in these chains//
They busted in his house, just to wake him from his dreams//
They said they found evidence that placed him at the scene//
And as strange as it would seem, he simply couldn't recall//
The only thing he knew was that he wasn't involved//
He tried to plead his case, but the blue and whites rejected//
They said that wouldn't settle it for either life affected//
Now, more confused then ever, he shook his head//
Looked and said, I had nothing to do with the two who were dead//
They said quiet, no bullshittin' up out of it//
They said lies are the words spoken by men stricken with cowardice//
He was angered, in danger of erupted with a scream//
But, soon he realized that nothin' was what it seemed//
The cops locked the door and slowly stood him up//
And proceeded to beat him with his hands still in cuffs//
He fell to the floor, where they kept stompin' and kickin'//
He's coughin' and twitchin', with no one there offer assistance//
He began to black out, and just as the final fist rained down//
He snapped out of his dream, and finally came 'round//
Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
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Originally Posted by
zdub
man you all got no flow like you reading off a written papper,
ill tip you down the sink like you gone from solid back to vapour,
fuck yaill 8 mile shit and how you spit a beat,
i could sit here all day, could you hand me a defeat?
its z-dub bitches, im here to be slayed
this is a game, that ive already played.
but im back for more, but im back for redemption,
ill win all this shit for the passion not the attention.
now i bet yaill gunna think this kids whack he got no flow?
but you wanna battle lets battle im bloody ready to go..
come at me cause my lethal left will drop ya
you can try beat me, but ill come out and stop ya
im deadly, im a force to be seen
dont backstab me cause i am fucking mean
ive stabbed before dont make me do it again,
im a real white rapper i aint no phony pretend!
i got so much game i cant maintain
u act hard but prance around like a gay parade~_~
i found ur rhymes offense an plain stupid
i be the head master an tearcher ull be my student
i know ur werent expectin from ur expression
no need to come with this aggresion ill help u with this jesture
its not rip the bitch above i cant be stoped
got ur girl screamin raw like i hit her gspot
Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
Paint sniffin', sitting on the corner straight spittin'
Getting high of toxic fumes, ignoring bystanders cuz I hate their bitchin'
I got this nervous twitch so I'm taking ritalin to try and relax this
I'd teabag your allergic daughter just to watch my nuts cause anaphylaxis
I'm a good role model, sipping whiskey out of a coke bottle
Drive a car with no steering wheel as I give a prostitute my whole throttle
Crash through a toll booth before I drive my car off a tall bridge
Land in play-do, snap my back and relieve pain by smoking crack with mall kids
My rhymes cause seizmic activity, my shit can make a grown man do a backflip
Set off earthquakes at the paralympics and literally watch a track skip
In school I got in trouble for back lip, so I skipped class without a hall pass and tagged the teacher's lounge with chap stick
Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
when I spit, im into it my vision is black,
im on a mission to clap, these wack fakes
stack bars n leave fat scars n record mix tapes
when I spit lakes fill up to the rim
cuz my saliva begins to take out those alive n within
the radius cuz the radiation is contagious with wind
I got the rage with the pen cuz im an evil mage when my page will begin
like writin scriptures thats insightin the pictures of enticin elixers built to design a mind thats that fights the richter scale of a composin victor thats attackin but they slackin enough when im attachin my ration of lyrical smashin thats lashin the these motha fuckas like the price of the passion when mel gibson did a christ film that was attractin some action of a younger crowd that was unmatchin to anything that was compassion
Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
u know my slayin is brute, yall light like u was " Playin the flute"
my histories like nutrients cuz I stay in the roots,
so rugged I fuck your drugged mother on a table
n mug her pockets while I rock it like a cradle
then after I swoop I give u the scoop like a ladle,
u know im lurkin and workin on a place like I was a detective hurtin to crack a case, I go at a faster pace then a sprinter fast as a cheetah in the winter tryin to eat a zebra so he could keep a dinner meal cuz the the name of the game the food chain and the spinner wheel
Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
I keep it movin', perfect struts, forever rappin'//
Servin' chumps, murder(us), nah... never happen//
We got Mack 10's on the W, C, that'll melt you like Ice Cubes//
And lynch these mobs with an ease, and we ain't white dudes//
Got the streets on fire, keep 'em hot like Thai food//
To douse the flame, muthafuckas better pray for a typhoon//
Bring massive pain, like acid rain, raps insane//
My flow slowly kills you, like the blood flowin' in Magic's veins//
You herbs should just worship any verses this hand invents//
You beg to differ? You got it twisted like tantric sex//
What can this man handle next, I leave 'em damn impressed//
My presence fills any room I enter like candle scents//
Ya smell me? Ain't nothin' soft within my aura//
I'm more Brick city with it, you more Sodom and Gomorrah//
I kill a beat, maybe a coffin is in order//
While you keep tracks filled with shit, like a loft is with a hoarder//
Better in every way you happen to fathom it, G//
I'm your downfall, like the apple to Adam and Eve//
Ya vision is off, so ya pictures obviously average//
While I'm picture perfect, like I take photography classes//
Re: The Shelter (Freestyle)
contractions my dick be fulfilling bitches addictions
no-fiction-just-listen-no-dissin-str8-to-the-fuckin-no-kissin
she-wishin-her-man-be-killin-i-be-thrillin-and-her-pussy-be-spillin
role-play-I-am-the-villain-gone-crazy-str8-to-the-ceilin
she-feelin-like-squeelin-dayum-sheets-get-the-soakin
she-shakin-out-in-the-open-and-im-gone-like-hokuspokus