Ridiculous rap

Spittin like a camel
Foo who do you think you talkin to
I'm a looney toon dropping these anvils and pianos
I see u hiding in bushes, paint blood red in yo camo
I don't give a damn
So I ain't a holyman
Make you fold like a rolly polly and
Pop you like a frozen can
I'm colder than a comets tail
Rollin like a boulder
Stone strong I'm a golem
On the throne and I'm shittin on em
Guess I got a royal flush
Best believe I hold em
Money strecth like a trojan
Watch me flex like I'm Hogan
Hot sex got her moanin

I got style like a graphic design logo
Time to resign I gotta bounce like a pogo

lepperochan said:haha, tricky Ricky has flow,
yeah yeah we know, metaphor is the way to go
how about point one out in those twenty four lines
give us a shout if you find some, or half of one
did you gather up all your grammar
put it in a small box, then smash it with a lump hammer

I had a dream today, woke up shouting save me
because an angel had shaved me, and my skin was on fire
she chanted liar liar while she sliced my tongue
Christ, that stung like a scorpions tail

there ya go kid, can you see what I just did
that's called walking the walk, not just talking the talk
or in your case squawking the squeak, freak
so, how did I do, this shit is all new to me
 




 

But I ain't done yet
Pull out my sword on the pussy
Guess I'm like a thundercat
Her dress is like the blue sky
Best believe I'm under that
Bless the weed I'm puffin that
Sticky icky kush
I pull up with my guns an gat
Nigga s reggie bush
I got them boys running back

I got ridiculous skills
Hotter than syphilis piss
Got missiles launcing out the barrel of my pistol
But id rather use the pencil
Cause the pens tougher than the sword
The bomb like nuclear fusion
Motherfuck your Ford

Picked up a hooker
said she was a former actress
Now I just burn like I piss lactic acid
Ready to flip like acrobatics and gymnastics
You try pushin out a cactus
From your urinal tract

Blood is thicker tnan water
But not as half as molasses
So I sip syrup with my brothers
We higher than NASA,
revived the dinosaurs and ridin pterodactyls
Nobdy in. This world safe
Just made of glass and plastic
At best wooden barrels and bamboo baskets
After all we all end up in wooden caskets
Vomitin black lungs in a oxygen mask
Smothered in gastric acid

Well, I have to say, this little "competition" really caught fire better than I expected. Thanks, guys

Low Down Fucks


They peddle the streets
acting ferrol
but eating sweets
as they favour
easy meat
on the pavement
where they meet .

Cheeky
common muck
little freaky
low down fucks
parents reeling
cooking books
sticking needles
in their butt.

Talking
like their gangsters
they gaulk
just plastic wankers
of pure
viral known assholes
in sure  
downspiral badness
they pour
out oral flatulence .

Then you've got your
clutz
who think
they write so good
come on
then try your luck
dya think I'm a dumb fuck
you're a fucking polo
the sort with a holio
shitting all the time
about yo metaphor
you stink
at so called rhyme
like a rhino's rotten
behind
and I think
that you might
find
if you look
outside your butt
check the change of line
get your beak
unstuck you duck
from the ass
of a phillistine
what the hell
and who the fuck
made you the king
of fine
you act as though
your tough
do wanna feel some fire
come on then
walk the wire
if you really are that high
you see I do
metaphor
I've been kind , so far
but really
there is more .






 

Anonymous said:<< post removed >>

Stand tall I will, laughing at you looking up at me from the bottom of my knee
A giant with his cock in your mouth that your enjoying
And you just said you was a hen
so, did you just point out that you got no balls it's why your a chicken?
You didn't offend, don't flatter yourself
Its all fun out here man
Your the one taking it seriously
Now you called me a freak
But I can't help but feel that your jealous
Because you want to be as weird as me
How many times do I have to post to make you see you failed on your first attempt?

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ohh we got disses coming around .. I hope we got love around here...

Inside my city..


Daughter of Mumbadevi
slaughter all the urban ladies
caught up on the suburban daily

she only sleeps for 3 hours
the only three hours when the devils get aroused
cops got their bikes
bikers got their gear topped
they got their sticks , got their pipes , got their guns
they are like " if you are drunk
then you dead skunk "

if you are in the street just walking
then you are locked in , I'm not jocking
coz cops got their eyes open 24/7
no more risk for another 26/11

but its already 4:30 am
can you hear the alarms ringing
get ready for the fast lane
cleaners let the wheels roll if you done cleaning its
window pane
oh yeah! we got paan stain
on the bus , train
switch off your brain

time never seemed so precious
jump off from one platform
ride through the tracks to get to the other one
no fast life can get faster
but still we slow down a bit to catch
master blaster bat his last match.

city of dreams
completely obscene
brutal as it seems
but still a bit serene
coz of the glamour and the glitz
but not many make it from rags to the rich
Bollywood takes her global
wannabe stars don't wanna shove her
I'm just a local
got 20.5 million homies still counting
everybody is starving,
working all day long
to keep their children's stomach filled as they play on
vada pav stalls keep lingering
from dawn till the queens necklace start twinkling
this is the place where I live in , the place that I'm
doomed to
I'm a mumbaikar, what are you

Yo Have Nothing To Declare But Your Genius ?


You claim to see
no talent here
are you the god
of all words to fear
the bubble you're in
needs some atmosphere
your hero Eminem
is the same in years
as an old fucking man
you said yourself
so go re-plan
get your shit in gear
invest in a word bank
walk the plank
if it's un-clear
a self appointed rank
yourself to thank
with no one near , you castigate
claiming you're
the best to date
you deem me wrong
jerking off to your own song
so you want some hate
let's do it , I'm ready , ok
where did you come from
I mean , what the fuck hey
bring it on  
if you're such a big name
the disco stick you're on
impales
a fucking fake
lower than belly of a god damn snake
any grammar mistakes
or lines you think are lame
any kudos you think , I should not so take
well whatever it is
as a lyricist , on you I'll piss
I don't give a shit
as it's only just lyrics..

Anonymous said:<< post removed >>

It's all good, the rules were more of a guideline

man, you lost me on the second line
you're like a spoiled yank kid, whine whine whine
but that's fine,
'cept you dropped no rhythm and spun no rhyme
you might have had some clue sometime,
but that seems long gone  
go, maybe get yourself a bag of sunshine,
it might work
then go on youtube and twerk your ass, 'cos you've no class
like brandy in a beer glass, an impostor, veiled illusion
a darkened delusion causing mass confusion, and brain contusions

please, tell us more, 'bout how shit hot you are
and this and that and blah-dy blah blah