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yo fuck insane im straight up crazy
im like fast and the furious
your driven miss daisy
im hotter than a fryin pan
make girls so wet they call aqua man
listen up now cause i aint fun
im russian rullet with loaded gun
nah fuck that im h1n1
all i do is hit and quit that gras you can call me dad cause i spank that ass
i make every body scream
cause even black girls like vanilla ice cream

you suck u-aint-dis-good,
cos you talk the talk,
but when called to walk,
you turn yellow like piss should.
what im sayin is you a coward,
one of them drug fucked homies, raving bout black power!
both of them rhymes sucked nigga,
hell i bet you a wigga.
a white by tryna be black,
to make up for the skills that he lack.
but i aint no racist,
its time to pace this,
shit down,
and spin it around,
make it clear and loud for ya.
im a white australian with glasses and red hair.
but does it really look like i care?
you cant say or do nothin i aint see or heard before.
call me a ranga and ill laugh and ask for more.
at some stage your bound to call my mum a whore,
mentionin family in a battle is really closin the door,
to your own coffin while you layin in it,
expect to be thee a while cos your stayin in it.
o.j wash that shirt there’s a blood stain in it,
anyway, i gotta go now,
thanks to REAL skills im on tour and i gotta play a show now.

Jedi Knight Uknown wrote: A wanna be rapper? lets here some of your rhymes.

yo bro i wana see if any of you wanaB’s can rap dis so tell me wat ya think #1

..Them Bitches..
Dam these bitches and hoe’z goin up N down ma pole and they know how they be pleasin me and they know how i be teasin em heh...but i can’t please em no longa cuz they putten on them panty hoe’z cuz they know its time to break some fuckin bro’z and u know that i do it for ya grl cuz i wana get wit u ... u know i be rollin ma blunt N smoken dem treez but it dont matter cuz you be pleasin meh

SCROLL DOWN #2

..Pimpin..
pimpin aint easy mutha fucka easy as shit bleedin dat shit so mutha fucka you cant please em so you try N squeeze em mutha fucka cuz nigga dis be jesus people N yea mutha fucka try to equal nigga you fuckin no good white trash peice of shit nigga dont fuck wit me cuz ill fuck yo shit up cuz nigga im from tha hood nigga i made the hood nigga strait outa compton



those are my first 2 tell me wat ya think

Im tired of everything and i can’t seem to see the light,
Plus im drawing blood you can call me a mosquito bite,
Mosquito bite, Rip wings off i can’t seem to be in flight,
Stumbling to the left cause i can’t seem to be alright,
Yeahhhhh.... life is just an obsticle,
To reach your main goal of a shoal in the hospital,
Im gettin closer everday hanging on to the proximal,
Living a life that’s unwatchable take away my optical,
Zoom... mabye im trippin like a shroom,
But i assume i’m going soon,
Cause im chillin with the undertaker trying to pick a tune,
And it plays i can hear it play ,i can hear the angels sing,
Death is a promise similar to an engagment ring,
And my fiance is the grim reaper and our bond is the real thing,
My life is coming to an end going out like a bee sting.
Sooo .... I really don’t give a fuck,
Attitute of an asshole, adolescent like a young buck.

got dam niggas yapping too much
bitch nigga keep it on the hush
real g never talk about what he gone do
or what he done did
snitch niggas best stay in yo place
enough with wat you going to do
shut the fuck up
all yall suck stop acting up get real
the new nigga on the block
them pussy niggas dont know me
suck my dick till yall know till then
add to it............am the shit


amos... google me bitch..



saint fleur

Little pussies talkin bout they a- GO GETTAH
I’m a straight up flo-spittah’, you just a bed-wetter
See I always get haters sayin I’m weak and cant even drop a verse
But talkin’ shit and not backing it up makes you look even worse
See I keep gettin better, an you got a lil worse
You’re a bloody bum faggot, that’s why I heard you got a lil purse
— -
Not my best but *Shrug* it works. Hope it makes someone out there 'lol'

Lyrics(C) Skarekrow

Be paisient with my creation as my hand vibrates No time to stop or highgrAte just got to think and use my minds immagination image a calaberation with me n biggie b l n slick ricky writing quickly lyrics I call incredibal make a prud girl sexual an a gay man jump out of the closet turn on the gosset grab a pen n toss it toss the pen so I could pretent to expend my writing langth n strenth venally sertinlly i’ve developed into a lyrical monster created for exitment in a concert I should be sponsered by jerrseys finest e a ur hinest rewind this so you could explore more metaphors that I Use pen abuse bit the pad gets all the blame when really it’s all controlled by the brain which leads threw the flowing blood in my vains n sometimes causes traffic my rhymes is classic like elvis I’m selfish n vishis my rhymes is incredibal edibal n nutrisious delishous. I’m out n that’s no where near my best get at me no town new jersey 973 baby e.a ask about me

^^ i was suppose to quote Red Bitti..sorry hand

waddies hand wrote: Yo i been here for time,
thought i could turn water into wine,
I aint religious or holy,
all I am is the nat king kolie
yo thing is they been eatin
right into the back of my mind,
wondering when I gonna get a beatin,
I think now it time to find,
A new direction, or way of life
I think they all been fucking my wife
I can’t be doing with all this strife
they say love is the law
who is the father of that boy

You go by the name of Red bitti n ur rhymes are real shitty/
you say you olny got one friend by the name of nine/
you better leave to him next time you try n spit a line/
you say you makin mills but you worried bout them bills/
you be sellin yo pound on the wrong side of town/
you gone get beat down/
you filled with adrenaline and rage cause you was born to make that minimum wage/
you scared to right on that page/
the olny thing you be growin be that sage/
you be thinkin you real when you be doin the deal/
not noticin that your shit aint even real/
it’s olny fair to warn i was born mentally raged/
ive got it all bottled up inside like a cage/
you be too stupid to even as for a raise
so i aint gone stop spittin till i be done trippin/
so ya’ll better move out cause your tracks be skippin/
if not you be gettin a lickin/
so ya’ll get your pens n pencils cause class is in session.

its the name thats runnin tha game,
once u step to me things will neva be the same,
i go for glory not 4 money and fame,
to succeed in life in my main aim.

N,I,B,Zed,
wake up on the rong side of the bed,
dont get happy 4 hed,
u bring bois i bring man instead,
i from west i think i alredy sed,
thats y all the beef i had fled.

your rhymes are wackin,
your crew is slackin,
your bois are defending,
nibz is attacking.

you chat shit like what are you on?,
walk in then out and its lyk “what has he done?"
i no ul be hollarin if its my song,
if nibz gets lip den it on oh its on.

i no ur gna hate,
but i gt my soul straight,
il wash ur mouth like colgate,
once im done with you, you’ll end up in hells gate.

i hit too fast lyk POW!
if u cnt freestlye let me show you how,
the rough way now,
demolish the opponent and bow.