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I do this rap stuff for fun but I would really like to master it. I am a college student so writing raps is something I do when I don't want to do homework at home. Oh and if anybody got access to a bunch of hot instrumentals let me know por favor.
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Statistics, instincts stinks cuz hes dead, check da ballistics
It was this diss, I mean shit look at this sickness i spit
Im rhyming gravy, so ill eat ya up like a biscuit
Then take a shit on his bitch, but peep how I switch this
Give em this fist cuz he has da audacity, 2 spit trash at me or b-nasty
u bout 2 have me catch a murder charge like im Cassidy
im too fast 4 me, so let me rephrase this, ill knockout ya braces
smack ya face till da taste in ya mouth is tasteless
U must be smokin haze shit, and drinkin cases,
U can say that u can beat me, but youll just say fibs
ur a waste kid, ill turn ya religious like mase did,
Ill beat ya like u take my shit while bein racist
So why would u make me resort to basics
When even my simplest shit distorts da matrix
U just cant create hits so u just hatin this
Wit ur gayness, don’t fake, u cant only take dicks
And my foot, so u gonna get ya ass kicked so much these days
They gonna start sellin ya ass wit my shoe on east bay
Reading, shit, my shit had ya breathin and speakin
My lyrics out loud, and gave u da fire u been needin
So let me continue feeding, its easy 2 spill these thoughts that I write
We can do an audio battle, plenty of times Ive fought wit da mic
But right now ill send ya 2 hell, cuz against me, fightins a sin
U don’t have the writes 2 win, so pass it 2 da recycling bin
Im tight slim, and u just a little bit too cocky
But my cocks bigger, so back the f uck up off me
Im rocky, u Apollo, a Russian, or an Ice T
U lucky, my flow aint cussin u out on a nice beat
Though im pricey, itll cost ya, cuz im about my pistol -n- bread
And ur about this close ( __ ) from my pistol to ur head
What u think murder a lot cuz ya lines u got a dot dot dot…
Nah, Ill smoke ya like da pot I bought, call me a pac wit a glock, im hot while u not
Fuck this gimp, instinct the weakest of da links
Mr I dont think, cuz as fast u blink, I can have ya extinct
I had time to fill, rhymes to spill, and ur minds 2 thrill
Couldn’t wait to find the will 2 shine this grill, and ur lines 2 kill
and fuck London, its only good 4 a takin a dump in
so how u gone win, when ur not shit, ur nothing
we all know that England is the USAs lap dog
so when I tell u 2 jump, u betta act frog
listen how its silent while I got ya mind bent
I rhyme dense and work out my bars like im in confinement
And I wont give ya a dime or cent 2 hear ya wack rhymins
I ratha die and c a grown ass man cryin
I rid ima rida and I spit da fire like I lit a lighter
C while ya bit da bighter, shit, I writ da writer
Im not master p but I can make em say ugghh
Cuz I blast da heat that’s all it takes 2 murder ya, duh
I saw ur profile and ya think u know osama bin laden
Hes my producer, thats why I always bomb shit, u don’t want it
man I bombard this fraud, beat ya in ya front yard
u can say I cum hard like im ontop ur dumb broad
ima continue 2 bomb u quick like u a communist
I laugh at ur rhymes cuz its as funny as a fart gets
Ill carnage ya quick, cuz at this rap, u got a learners permit
U couldn’t drop bars like this if u was fallin wit comets and shit
Try 2 scribble in ya note pad, But ya riddles would just be no match
Cuz u messin wit a lyrical ingenious beast, and u just a nomad
Wit no cash, u a bitch, u no man, wit no nads
I have u more scared of me than Christians fearin than tha devil at a church mass
My eagles leavin bloody showers, so im given u some bird baths
Look at u and be like oh no, whoa, he so bad
have this board bragg and have ya people like oh my gosh did
smokin gunz let em know whats cookin fasta than tha rock did
im so sick, that if u read my lyrics youll need medication
u can go 2 da doctor but u cant give em an explanation
cuz speakin my phrases will only worsens da situation
cuz then ya throats on fire, u feelin that burnt sensation
a hole is being created in tha exact location
u lack motivation or a creati
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