Meep meep wrote: I’m a bad ass f***** with a loaded gun
I’ll f*** you all, then f*** your mum
I ain’t f****** b****, i’m white you see
I don’t give a f*** what you think of me
I’m a bad mother f*****, ain’t no lie
I’ll f*** your little sister, then watch her cry
If n****** think they rap, then my names fred
I’ll shoot the f**** n***** in the head
You don’t scare me, with your n****** rap
Your all little f****** that just talk crap

LinkHeroOfTime wrote:
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Perfecy example of why I hate rap

Kyree wrote: My lines sting like a lungful of crack

Kyree is back with this lyrical attack

Metaphorically, Im in the teeth of wack rappers as bacterial plaque

My flow can break ones back so lemme unpack

This traumatic lyrical heart attack

The soon to be schitzofrenic smack dealin and overdoser on penicillin

Just say im the evil rap villian

Leavin ladies tied to the railroad tracks

And im the reason babies getting the disease known as tay-sachs

This lyrical collaboration makes rappers need cardiac resuscitation

Microphone blazer sendin prank calls to the world health organization

An uprising to a police investigation

Getting more pussy than the Clinton administration

My flow disrupts your brain and sends you to classes of special education

Give your son or daughter mental retardation

Im on top of the world like its axis of rotation

And time I aint wastin cause im a microphone innovation

Creating sick rhymes is what I do for an occupation

With no hesitation Im a ill spitter myself

Rhymes like these puttin rappers on the shelf

Dealt with more than Skywalker in an asteroid belt

Im a lyrical tub of acid and wack rappers I melt

Chip away at wack til there’s only a k

Massacre them faggots without a delay

Im like a fat man eatin rappers like they were food at a buffet

Kyree the walking oxy moron

Expanding upon the subject of what’s goin on

Im the icey-hot cold as fire lyricist

Built to hurt causing more pain then bleeding wrists

Putting wack rappers into a hold of submission

Keep’em outta commission wit this lyrical ammunition

It’s like when this paper meets pencil lead

It creates a form of blunt force that goes straight to head

So other rappers take heed

Cause my lyrics cause death and it’s guaranteed

Came out my momma’s womb as a fuckin bad seed

Destined to succeed and rappers in the way would be ran over like bulls on stampede

Murk wack artists wit my literary work

Kyree, stamp you out like a hotel desk clerk

In my line of work Im the sublimenal ball of hurt

Keepin all you rappers up on alert

Cause in my raps they dont bite dust they bite the dirt

Leave em on the ground and pour gasoline all around

Light the match drop it and you’ll never be found

It’s that easy cause thats how Kyree will make it sound

And I’ll even take it back further

Ill murder your mother durin ultrasound

And then Ill take further again

Cock block your father while hes doin his thing

And now Im wit your mother doin a show up in Beijing

Skills and flow is wat I bring to the table

Have enough money to make your life a fable

Leavin a car bomb underneath ya Mercury Sable

Liva la Kyree

Im as important as vitamin E to an amputee

The soon-to-be spokesman for MTV

Cause im a killer emcee

Ego larger than the state of tennessee

Doin drive-bys on wack emcees in my GMC

Tinted windows black

Givin no warning of attack

Kyree, the only mother fuckin who keeps the flow on track

The only motherfucker who can bring the flow back

Built like a Kentucky thoroughbred

Mix gunpowder wit lead live ya in a hospital bed

And im cocked back like a shotgun gunnin

Got all these fuckin faggots up, up, and runnin

The cunning lyricist who spits these clever lyrics

The shit that you hear is my most cunning

Sent on this Earth to make your girlfriend start cumming

And also to take over Hell to make it keep burning

Cause the only reason that I havent yet died

Is cause heaven dont want me

And hell’s afraid that leadership is what I’ll provide