Hiphop verse.

I'll be back later for mine

Here I go again.  The first one to hit the dance floor.  But hey, someone's got to get this party started.

OLD FART & POP TARTS

Hip hop
A jiggle pop
My name is snugglebuck
And I like to talk

Hip hop
A wiggly wop
I like the girls
Without their tops

Hip hop
A pop & a wop
They beat my ass
Till I dropped & I flopped

I don't know exactly know what you meant by "not going to put a limit, but ONE verse.  If I broke the rules tell me, it won't be the first time.

introducing a young dago
most unstable
i'll sneak up behind and choke you with a cable
even tho i got guns on the table
on the run as long as im able
hiding in the trees amongst the maple
i'll kill my own brother like kane and able.
im so hateful i'll cut off your nuts and staple them to your ankle
one man kick ball with your legs a-jangle
i left you strangled, mangled and tangled from black dahlia angles
pop open my pringles and hit on a bitch with cankles
like molly ringwald your bitch ass only got sixteen candles
am i a bad guy? i'd like to think not
with 25 lighters shaped in the dark like inkblots theres nothing i cant handle

Your all good my guy..  I was thinking about it as being the anchor (or go first!) on a beat with some friends, you only have till the chorus comes in so make the most of it! I was aiming to get people to respond with shorter, better, thought out posts rather than the alternatives.

I am only going to spit out a few words in this so called hip-hop verse
Feeling from my words will hit you without me even have to curse
I am man that is young, but I am quickly getting old
My body was once strong and warm, but now it is weak and cold

I've seen and done more things in my short life
That most will never see,no matter what is the strife
I've seen God giveth and taketh life away from my friends and enemies
These are not the enemies I know, they are the ones that care if they kill you and me

I've seen parts of this world that most people will never see
I also seen parts of this world that I wish it was not me
My life is down to it's finally journey
It is time for me to hand over the troubles for another man to see

Hope you can tell
How much of my short but long life was spent in hell

I am a retired 42 yr old US Marine
That still has the heart of a fighting machine
Getting around maybe getting hard
and that is ok, because I know that I have been dealt the winning card

That winning card is freedom
It takes a lot to understand where I am coming from

No matter how many dead hookers are in your garage, true happiness comes from within

Cause within the house, there's a tied up chick named anna_grinn

Word To The Haters

They pushed me and used me and just called me a pussy
But I survived bombs in Boston so quit trying to shush me
I know what I'm saying so quit hating me player
If I don't get through to you now, I'll be through with you later
Don't think I'm hatin' back this isn't a verbal attack
I'm just justifying my statements to let you know where I'm at
It took me two times around
Before I finally found
Out that if I wanted to rise to the top I'd have to start Deep Underground
And now that I'm here, everyone knows the sound
Of vengeance echoing through the ceilings and walls
Like it came outta a nightmare, you didn't expect it all
And now that I'm finished, you're all struck with awe...

I am JD and baby I ain't shady
but maybe
I can take you to a place
that you've never seen;
never knew existed.
free from biased nightly editions,
with less news and more emissions
fueled by greedy acquisitions,
by seedy politicians
all this stress has got me wishin
I left a note that said "gone fishin"
and disappeared somewhere
without presuppositions.
just gone.
to infinity and beyond
way further than across the pond
no yawns, not bored. I'm here to stay
among the struggle and hate
I won't buckle nor will I break.
I'll pop your bubble,
leave you in trouble
and gawking, with a puzzled face.
but if you like hip hop
we could be peas in a pod.
smoke trees a fucking lot
in the sun out on the quad
where degrees need to be bought

senor el be easy has that extraordinary steez
throwin' elbows in the breeze while chiefin',
straight cheesin'
feelin' the flavors of his own articulate particulars
specifically how he riffs off the intricacies
blending seemingly contradictory elements
into an honorary comradery of compliments
how he cuts through pompous circumstance
to riverdance on the edge of prominence
you know what time it is
shiva step showcase and staying calm through it
it's the end of the world and I got five on it
while you drop dimes on it

Drowning in debt but I still drive my old Benz
I’ve got money for rims, what about today's rent?
robbing fiends after midnight for their vaccine
take his habit money, now I’m rich in amphetamines
I’m Charlie Sheen, who am I to stay awake for cream
All I’ve ever done is stay looking for a scheme
getting money by any means is the highest of dreams
living below sea level is the hardest to swallow
the Watts street life not too many really understand
even the most hopeful find it ever so hard to expand
the lying church for years we had hopes in
that’s no longer the case, we now believe in deadly sin
they criticize my path as if I’m some kind of crook,
don’t they know I live life dangling from a good book?
Hypocrisy knows our names very well,
listen to the zinc plated steel we use to survive hell
silver spoons stolen from a crime scene so obscene
all we can do is kneel and pray,
But where is the hope in that?

I brought something for y’all to drink. They said we both can punch..nah
In a minute made, Lanooz feel like it was gon be a horror flick as soon as I dig my way in
For the niggas that don’t understand bars y’all better go…cool. Cos cos you ain’t finna understand shit I’m saying
Now pick a low amount of victories. That Android said 16-17 maybe
But it ain't gotta be a V-E-G to see that I’m clowning in a jump.
You still don’t get what I’m saying, son. Well you about to get found in the trunk. Ka
May-I, May I add up the fact that I can sell a fight?
They say I’m about to go ape-shit. Well I’m a calm that down after his tail get sliced
Freeze-up. For the people who feel like I didn’t just say the greatest thing, Well if you ever seen Dragon Ball Z that’ll be your favourite scheme
We got all night!
Yo, I said it’s pay day. But before I got some cents, I got some sense
I sensed something was fishy about this nigga. He give me that sea smell
Last battle, Ars said, you were bragging and boasting. Did you want to come aboard again. I said for sure. Only if it’s a free sale. Here’s something for y’all to see, world. I did this shit for free. Will he nap? Let the peeps tell. The last 2 battles I had under eye was bags like I didn’t sleep well
Check this out, let me rewind that. Y’all wasn’t listening
Free, Willy, nap, sleep well
He, she, shemale, no misses, doubt fire? bullets go in your nanny mouth
When you see that four. Rest in peace, It’s not Bambi house
I ain’t gotta say shit like I pull a swammy out
I laugh at these rappers I draw macs
Leave your dogs flat, Parappa the Rapper. Your girl? I’ll actually slap her
Cos Everytime I come around her, some shit seem wrong
She say ten niggas hit, she a whore, hell, She’s like a door-bell. She done had a million Ding-Dongs
You seem strong but you couldn’t handle me shells if it was Team Obama. They scream he polish, I scream he God bitch. Youse Jesus mama
Wait. Peel. Time. Off this performance I should get a Grammy, watch. I can smell victory
50 cents. Welcome to the candy shop
Your life is like a sucker: you know, stick up, candy rapper with a sweet round
No youse a faggot, a sucker, you take sticks up the ass, these candy rappers kinda sweet round
No youse a faggot, a sucker, this is a stick up, I can these rappers when I sweet round
No youse a faggot, a sucker, a nigga who takes sticks up the ass. But these candy rappers never had a sweet round
Keep down, keep down. This where the beat-down begins. Y’all gotta watch, he losing
It’s proven that all suckers get lolly-popped
I gotta watch, what I say around these type of clowns
They writing down: Tootsie pop Owls
Before you can count to three, these niggas bite your round
Put the rifle down. Scope on him. Rifle sound, scope on it. I kill a parent b
Get on one knee and give his bitch a gold round. Will you marry me?
I said, apparantly, y’all didn’t know he was a rapist. How could you let a child
Touch him? please, bro he’s like an Air bud three-throw, youse a pedophile
Fuck him, I’ll let him down, like I ain’t hold my end of the bargain
Ok bro, with all that dissing, you’ll be missing somewhere in the world, with Carmen Sandiego
You’ll be a dead man. Ey yo!
With that being said, this cat so real. No more, win some and you lose some
The new slogan is: “To the Batmobile!”