Ridiculous rap

Ripe


Hold ya body for ransom
If no deed is met then I'll place you in the van that will explode when 9/11 comes
I couldn't give a fuck if your body goes missing
I hope you die head first in the toilet that ya piss in
Kidnap you put you behind a wall in Italy's catacombs hope you can deal with less oxygen
Garbage cans filled with bone cartilage
Feel the teeth from this beast and you'll see I don't need shell cartridges
Use your skull to perform the ritual to send you to hell
Commit suicide just to meet you keep beating you but watch the rage excel
Ask the devil if I done well
Just to come back as a chemical element
Worst then the plague having half of America hide in cellar pits
Without the antidote
Have your family killed by the poison or lost all hope so they hung themselves by rope
Hopefully by then the angers all gone
Walking gas chamber with mass anger

what the fuck is everbody laughin for?
you ain't never seen some naked half dead whore
layin on a bathroom floor
i sware she was that way when i danced in the door
somebody better call my damn lawyer
hide the blue magic
it's too tragic
dude this keeps happening
im rocks and nails
you made of plastic
i am the math after
head in the crapper
30 pack and a halfer
the aftermath of too many classmates laughter
now everybody wanna be like "oooh rots' a rapper"
no happilly ever after
just anotha chapter for the wack bastard
fuck a club hit
i'll take a crack hit
i'll smoke the last of it
with matches and fat chicks
technical tactics
unethical practice
cyanide chap stick
now im gonna turn around backwards
and you can kiss my ass kids

im a degenerate drunk
enter the cypher if you must
but you a liar and a punk
i set fire to everything i touch
your mainline is gettin fucked
by an untamed lion with a pump
bit the chair into chunks
took the whip and put it on you chumps
i got balls and you just gettin dunked
they found a few clumps at the local dump
the rest of his rump in my trunk
now i'm back in county tradin my lunch
to get your fam touched
and your own personal head crushed
and sump pumped
by flip flops somehow attached with a sharpened tooth brush
lil privates should'nt fuck with captain crunch

i was born in the trenches
pried out with a pair of wrenches
tellin me to get the el dorado started
if i don't wanna end up retarded
the umbilical is around your neck tight
we can't seem to get the timin right
it's up to you g white
first time ol dad
gave moms a slap
i gave his neck a gash
but i fixed it real fast and took the 9/16 to his gnads
take me to brooklyn state
or catch a 7.7 lb right hook to the face

don't let me catch you on the inside
on the Q line
cuz in due time
ill have you tied
to the bars with me on the inside 2 times
i'm just kidding
but still you ain't gay if you pitchin
it's like diabolic vs new edition
my addiction
is new clear vision
nuclear fission
i know i might recycle a few lines
but i'm what happens if einstien
and hiesenberg had a bit more time
say goodbye
you fuckin liars

i took a hundred tylenol
woke with a stomach ache
but no head did'nt hurt at all
drop bodies like bitches do with booty in the club
mr 9 toe
still sexy with a nub
dudes be gettin sick
fuckin chix
with nothin on they shit
i be puttin aluminum foil on my dick
i ain't even got the money for lambskin bitch
i snatched up somebody else's bank slip
when i was fakin usin the atm for this chick
she got it
and i guess i got it quick
i'm so vain i should be fuckin stevie nix
this song is'nt about you
but i got a drip dude
who's the fool
she got prego
and i already got 1 that can't afford leggos
or lincon logs
while she's ridin in a lincon dog
i'm in a 98 escort
test me in court
i sware it's not mine
i'm not lyin
the baby is cryin
while i put her face through the wall
and fucked up the neighbor's good time
ruined his best clock
but she ruined my cock
somehow the shit has gotta stop
don't stick your dick in a slit
that looks like a mop
or rather 2 hamburger patties
don't fuck with a girl named patty
with a ready rock family
she jus lookin for a daddy

i see blonde hair
flowin red
titties ripped to shreds
thighs with wounds
that have been cloterized
so she did'nt die
but she'll still lie

all about the gash
rot ain't got a rash
but won't say where he hides his stash
can i get a dance
don't ruin your chance
we could make some plans
how come your hand ain't got a stamp?
i faked my way up the wheelchair ramp
laugh but you paid the cover
to try to find a lover
now im bein smothered
you bein crowded by her brothers
must be a new comer
pre ejaculater
i'm darth vader
hittin the dance floor with a phaser
i took the taser
and still took a swing
it ain't no thing
never fuck a bitch with a toe ring
that says rotted
cuz if i got it
then you got it
i'm the lone ranger
protecting his poppies proper
try to stop him
when you get off your high horse
meet me back at the bottom

i see blonde hair flowin red
titties rippied to shreds
thighs with wounds
that have been cloterized
so she did'nt die
but she'll still lie
she'll still lie

my words blast like nerve gas
to serve cats that have obserd raps
with dirt naps
heart of darkness
trapped in this lil apartment
pitbull with his grill sharpened
sig in the broken switch
i gotta turn the radio on to open the glove compartment
i can twist a sentence in seconds
leave you layed back in the crevace like a dentist
corban bernson's apprentice
depressed takin depressants
tryin to kill the ever present
deathwish that manifests itself in my very essence
too much too fast
suburban with too much class
let me dumb it down for your dumb ass
i don't know if you were coming at me
ricky
but if your style ain't pretty
and the last rhyme you wrote you actually bit me
busta,em, and a tribe called quest
half r kelly at best
i don't need to fashion the back of your vest
ill hit you right in the chest
earn your stripes if you wanna be a seargent
it's not my fault you are retarded
you got issues
i got a whole subscription
poppin prescriptions
dissin
ricky and missy
cuz both yall sound like miss piggy
im iggy
pop, pop
ricky is gone
no bucks at the funeral
only lil fawns
i'm dusk till dawn
the across the board bishop
while you a 2 space pawn
put flava in your ear like craig mack
while you takin shots to the face and chest like christy mack
yeh i said that
what you gonna say back
apologies if you wer'nt comin at me
but i kill everything
they name streets after me
like i said
apologies if it was'nt me you were comin at
i got ten inch nails in a baseball bats
to go right through your flat brimmed baseball hat
if nat hit me with a pm
we should collab
if i am right
you'll be my bitch in prison fag

battery acid transmissions
from the bottom of the trash bin
with abstract mathematics and aspirin
hedonistic tactics with itchy spray cans

spot the tiger by his liver

give the villagers a chance to pillage
alongside the pastors in elastic tracksuits
while singing, "by the rivers of Babylon"

the right to bear armor

zero to grizzly
at a rate that's alarming
pardon these awnry artists
as they toast to the new darkness
no make up, no gimmicks
no tear stains on the parchment
no egos or self interest
no more pharmacology
as the main institution
total destruction, is vast improvement
proof is in the soap flakes
putting themselves in kerosene
the 40 bottles applauding
the dilaudid calling its own helpline
contradiction painting the only accurate portrait
and its still a complete betrayal

I Will , Get You    


So here we go  
again
the thirty third  
of a hundred turd's
is walking down the lane
being lame
as in brain
drained
same old same
no change
un-ashamed
free from jail
I'll re-arrange
you're face through pain
I'll slow your show
to no pace , beached whale
on the coast
you I'll roast , stuck on shale
into insignificance
you so pale
if it's not a given thing
then you'll just go out and take
you're a corpse that's shit riddled  
in a rigomortis , stiff , awful piss , state
you're an infill
of pig swill
you need fucking , culling
draining out society
fuck off with
your ADHD
you're an inbred mong
who just shouldn't be
walking upon
humanities streets
with do gooders on
your side making pleas
helping you continue from
where you last breathed your disease
your death is not a want
it's a need
as you cling on to
your fat , blown
mothers body
she sucks on your knob
like you never hurt nobody
you're the hexagon
but all sides lie
you don't roll
you mock from
the height of six sides
you're a crock of pong
jog on
get a fucking life
I'm so gonna stop
drop and chop
your safety line .

me , you and the beat...

its just me , you and the beat
grinning teeth
hungry for meat
imma prevail
through these shemales
wanna scratch my back with nails
yo whores I'm the police that you are  afraid of
you are the gimmick in my radar
but wait , I see em pointing fingers at me
on the words that I spit lastly
now I know it
when I'm flowing
I'm blowing your pussy
but john who is Missy?
and who is Ricky?
this shit aint tricky
but I'm just playing punks
where are my words at , in my trunk
I guess , but its just the shit
where are my best?
I'm supposed to be the illest
but never mind I'll blow your entire
arsenal with fire
I'm stone cold desired
rigged on barn wire
you gotta get a better image go grab gaga's attire
stay away , coz  I scar and kill
with my bizzarest skill
my art is real
I've crossed lines I'm far from ill
you fuckers I burn other rappers
in a squiver
I know it ain't good for the viewer
but you ain't no one to preach but you playing
like a saint as if you were really one
y'all can grab a knife and kill me first
but I'm a dead man
chopping heads
with every syllable flows
my lyrical toes
a feeling g that shows
all this lyrical hoes
true color of venom , I'm a million you know
I'm the villain that blows
every pillar that holds
the rules of the killer , but every killer should know
there ain't no limit , I'm still in the show

bully the bull..

I rap in front of a sceptical
spectator with spectacles
trying to pull my technical flaws out
but they all got their brain  out for no respectable
against my rhymes so mystical
and its still sicker
than these fuckers  coz I kill quicker
than all em
they all on one
mad emcee
who sees the deeds
before he destroys the geek
with a gimmick image
like a dude who grew up to be a bitch
but yo they still got their fingers pointing at me
the liberal syllables that I  spit is why they are acting
like hoes , you know you can't attack me
I'm an underground warrior
I don't care if you call your
army against me
nothing blows me intensely
now join your hands
to greet me
then you can call the cops secretly to beat me
dressed in white trying to be the leader of the night
you harvest dead bodies in the war field
woods are all burned down no more woods for another coffin.

Scribing

Emcee with a purple cape
The only one to fit the triangle in the circle shape
All fates have changed