Ridiculous rap

The hell fuck ground (revenge version)    

This persistance
we call existance
has to return to ring
to continuity
or sing , aloud
misunderstood
throws out the shroud
and alas no connectivity
is aloud
a fucking travesty
to the fuck awful
unlawful
cavity
inside and bound
by a lack of clarity
I think
to sink
d
o
w
n
to the hellfuck ground
my hands cover my crown
you're a mother
of all fuckers
twat faced
and shit laced
yet again clowns
'ran off '
are two words  forgot
I tell you this
for I will not
next time miss
your vile stink
I'll finish you off , one last shot
your decomposition , green lines
from you , are lifting
I recoil as you boil
in the piss , you keep pissing
you're a poisoned gargoyle
stenched in mist , hissing
you're a fatal blood clot
eden apple of rotting
kissing straight from
where you have been deficating
yes I know
the show's like this
it blows out of your nose cavities
I have felt the breeze of green
from your sneeze ,  nasal obscene
and the crap
shot from , your fat ass
it never  recedes , it's on tap
so go on and shit , some broken glass
you two faced , witch , no brain
energy sap  
I promise for sure
that I'll get you back
yes I will 'cause you're  
an evil , bad twat
what goes around
will come about
you're a life sucker , that pulls it out
to the poor fucker , who's wife you are now
you're an arrogant , ignorant
self centered , bell end that's indigenous  
to all known hell
on you I won't piss
if  to fire you fell
you're a skank
I don't miss
with a hole in your cap
that 's such a good fit
the knob on your  head
tailored only for it
as soon as you're dead
on your grave
I will shit  .
then I'll wipe my ass
on your tombstone
you bitch .

My Dick, "Yoda" version

Costs a late night fee, my dick does Gots the HIV, your dick does On the double feature screen, my dick is Went straight ti DVD, your dick did

Bigger than a bridge, my dick is Like a little kid's, your dick looks Large like the Chargers, the whole team, my dick is Looks like your fourteen, your shit does

Time to let the world know, it is Gotta let your girl go, you do D.S., best dicks in the business, we have P.S., dicks like jesus, we have

In Zone


I miss you ,
I love you
never diss or
cover up to you
I need you
I breathe for you
I get up for you
I cuddle up to you
I'll to you
die for you
forever ensue
forever me and you


Don't want to share
your all mine
your so rare
than any fine wine
so called friends
they sit and dissect
as long as time unends
they'll share their
disrespect
because you enjoy
what they will never get
you gambled
they ployed
and you got a safe bet


Unable
to be pleased for you
and stapled
with an attitude
pretending to be
unaware
shifting their
shadow shapes
unfair
it blows
that sour grapes
are there
in the sliced
up toxic  
botched- up  air
nicer
friends are
everywhere
as I think I tend
to want to show my ass bare
avoid broken glass
of a toasted phoney , everywhere
I just want to only
with you , my life share
come on then homies
try me on yeah


They wont extol me
into only jealousy
shooting in a high up tree
full of hypocrisey
hiding behind the leaves
blinding but still I see
slowly unwinding
becoming I'm finding
summing up
clear to me
your f**king up
whats dear to me
I chuck you luck
for it you need
when I f**k you up
I'll make you bleed


I won't
I can't let you go
my boat
won't float
on it's own
your clothes
are here in our home
dont fear
I wait in- zone
always here
for you
alone .

No Slack


In this house
I reside
without a spouse
and nothing to hide
I'm not down dull
'cause I don't lie
my home now full
with the laughter my kids cry
our connection
powerful
defection
you were just one big
imperfection
good intentions
fuck , you never had them
you treat me like muck
you bitch of contention
any pricks dick
you'll suck
like confection
sticking out your butt
to house an erection
looking like a slut
you're fucking hell sent
a face full of cum , from
blowing on the pavement
you really are a cunt , that
e-pitomises , twat
swimming in the funk
of the spunk
where you lay you slag
you're a fucked up
no good punk
rattling on your dirty bunk
where you get poked
and smoke cracked , smack
turning tricks for a 20 bag
so go , you hoe and run
back here you won't come
no slack and that is that.
you look like a thin bloke
who's bad at drag  .

Damn, that shit's profound. " you're a fucked up no good punk rattling on your dirty bunk where you get poked and smoke cracked , smack turning tricks for a 20 bag so go , you hoe and run back here you won't come no slack and that is that. you look like a thin bloke who's bad at drag ."

LOL

:D  

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
 




 

oh, you write in your sleep? wow man that's real deep
you know it show though right, naked eyesight n all that jazz
yep, you've more balls than I have, that's for sure, your rhyme is tight
right, that's that then, you're the cock and I'm the hen
sorry to have offended, or upended the ego, here's a placebo
it'll be grand, give you the upper hand in any war of words, ..'least, that's what I've heard
don't act so hurt, there's no target on your back, relax
the night was slack, you were last to post,
so I roasted you, that's all,  quit the boo hoo and stand tall

SoulTree

Your style and syllables are predictable
Rap doesn't have municipal laws
But listening to you
Sounds like you got a problem caused by menopause
I never stop. As I begin to pull trees of stems
Listening to the soften wind
Deep in imagining
Planet hovering
Discovered men
Languages that they comprehend
The forbidden one
Thy universe is my aquarium
I see your arrogance has just begun
You love to talk shit huh?
Watch how quick I make your brain eat your esophagus (YUM!)
I came to far in this
Its not business just inches of pen ink
Blending space in time bending
By the menace with a heavy zombie fetish
And I dont sleep forever fathoming into the deep sea
Letting words be their own fury
Its the eerie and near the year to be eons ahead
Slept on like a pillow case
Y'all get elbow blows hows the taste?
Causing chain reactions
Insane when the mics passed in my hand then keep you relaxing
The hard headed barley fed emcee
Waiting for the next beat
Ahead of you like guillotines
Its not reality you could touch a supreme
Kill a billion agent smiths
Ancient like cave paintings
You need maintenance

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
 




 



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