Freestyle Yo
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Zz.ee.vV replied on Fri Nov 29, 2002 @ 5:25pm |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Bunnytronix replied on Wed Oct 8, 2003 @ 11:50pm |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» G__ replied on Thu Oct 9, 2003 @ 2:28am |
hey, let the white times roll
when caucasians rap, man that shit's drole DAMN girl, you look good, can't walk by without paying a toll i just, wanna go for a stroll, get bare ass, romp and roll pat that ass and you can pat mine long slender legs, damn that's fine only one thought thats on my min....d and that's where...i'm about to dine |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» PaT_ replied on Thu Oct 9, 2003 @ 3:03am |
lookin all divine
cuz when im wid you we stand out. shimmer and shine. but see you aint with it, your in another time looking for any chump with a matha fuckin dime all you caring bout is how much im made of, "will i have that house on the hill way up above?" well i got news girl this aint no game of push or shove just lay back relaxe and enjoy the good times. |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead replied on Thu Oct 9, 2003 @ 3:05am |
Hey, it's the otha white boy up in here repretentin'
'an sayin' somethin' bout bitches that he'd like ta be fuckin' So all the women in tha world looking for some affection, I’ll work you in every way, 'cause nuthin’s out of tha question, If you get down, we’ll have us a four hour session, An I'm a penetrate you in ways that'll give you (a)n' obsession 'cause when I see you, I'm get sprung like an eggo An' I can't think about nothin' but makin' you scream hard an' slow An' seein' your eyes close when I'm about to let go An' makin' you scream like like it was your head 'bout to blow |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» G__ replied on Thu Oct 9, 2003 @ 3:07am |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead replied on Thu Oct 9, 2003 @ 3:08am |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead replied on Thu Oct 9, 2003 @ 3:39am |
came up with this today actually like, 4 hours ago before I went to get a movie
Why? Just goodbye. I was born a cold day, born in tha month of November Born to face a slow death, cuz none of us lives forever I was born to smile, born to cry and born to die I know all about that, but I'm still wonderin' why... WHY, do I always look back and then cry? WHY, do I look at myself and wanna die? WHY, every time I try to talk sence to myself I jus' lie to myself? WHY, do I always look back and then cry? WHY, do I look at myself and wanna die? WHY, every time I try to talk sence to myself I jus' lie to myself? And here I go again, drinkin' liquor, I might as well And blaze some bud up, time to burn some brain cell I should probably get a gun, too, what the hell It's like I'm climbin' to heaven but keep fallin' to hell 'cause every time I try to change, I get thrown down in a well I'm goin' fuckin' crazy, 's like I'm under a spell, got sentenced to hell, n' I feel I should wish you farewell. I hope you go through life an' that you always excell But I think I'm too late, my last breath, I expell WHY, do I always look back and then cry? WHY, do I look at myself and wanna die? WHY, every time I try to talk sence to myself I jus' lie to myself? WHY, do I always look back and then cry? WHY, do I look at myself and wanna die? WHY, every time I try to talk sence to myself I jus' lie to myself? |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Zz.ee.vV replied on Thu Oct 9, 2003 @ 3:55am |
lungs are good, but still I smoke weed yo
its like heavyweight punch in that mothafuckin jaw unmistakeable quality herb with no flaw when i blaze like this, network of the mind grow and no sucka interrupt my flow. thought you'd know as i stare outta my window, in the street light's glow looks like someone humpin a dirty ho in the snow. |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead replied on Thu Oct 9, 2003 @ 4:31am |
(I totally don't have sex and drugs on my mind like 24/7, nooooooo...)
I love blazin' all up onto that skunky green Grab my pipe, check the screen, 'an make sure that it's clean Spark it up, puff the bowl and then I get some caffeine Y'all better be ready 'cause this rhyme's gettin' obscene I go out, spark the blunt and then I go out to screen some bitches for proposing somethin' that be rather obscene I found one, says she's eighteen but she's lookin' fifteen But she got codeine and morphine and some shit I never seen So we pop some an' go back an' I start peelin' her jeans while she mixes her shit and makes herself a nice vaccine Then down to buisness, ridin' me 'till I cream an' she screams a wonderfull situations that I coulda never forseen |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Zz.ee.vV replied on Thu Oct 9, 2003 @ 10:47am |
haha, nice Fred... this reminds me of my old sex rhyme I busted at that last IDJ :)
...cuz I rhyme dirty tonite. aint tryin to picm a fight, but, if I see a juicy nipple on a boob, I bite :lol |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» G__ replied on Thu Oct 9, 2003 @ 10:48am |
i poo in my pants
an wipe it with your shpants don't fuck with me or i'll beat you to trance |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» little_sarah replied on Thu Oct 9, 2003 @ 10:58am |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Zz.ee.vV replied on Thu Oct 9, 2003 @ 11:00am |
annihilate your rhymes like I jack ripper
when im with your ho im the boob gripper the dick flipper in front of hot babes me a stripper i jump on yo honey and bleep her nut-drip her |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead replied on Thu Oct 9, 2003 @ 12:22pm |
lol
Yo ain't nobody out there that can step up on my shit 'cause I'm spittin' wicked and I'm reppin' the hatchet I'm a cut their nugget off like I was I was skinnin' a rabbit An then I'm a gut 'em and leave the remains for the maggots And for all a dem ladies that don't like all my killin' and choppin' and stabbin' an' serial slaughterin' I'm a fuckin' grab you and gag you an' mess up your hairdoo 'an I'm a do some voodoo and dump you into the bayou 'caseu nobody be steppin' up on my hoodoo An' anybody that do, get chopped and cooked like tofu my brain is unglued and my thoughts all SNAFU I'm a sit here playin'n a kazoo 'an turn you into a stew |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» PitaGore replied on Thu Oct 9, 2003 @ 1:41pm |
Watch out cuz Da G-Spot's inside da place
NOthing serious just a lil"' time waste I like walkin around in moody spaces Like Neil Armstrong with a different face Imma weirdo boy i'm stuck in my head Tryin to do my best when outta my bed Wakin up and smile ain't easy to spread But at least on my table i've got some bread Freedom inside's the hardest-funniest human mission I'm loving drumn'Bass like real genuined cosmic fission Escape to brand new world made of sound imperfection Like big bang or such asrtonomical delllusion |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead replied on Thu Oct 9, 2003 @ 1:44pm |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» PitaGore replied on Thu Oct 9, 2003 @ 1:44pm |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Zz.ee.vV replied on Thu Oct 9, 2003 @ 2:54pm |
smack hoes,
whack foes, thats how it goes drinkin liquor quicker then if i was at moe's i got yo wifey in lust throes and you best rest cuz its hole in yo chest if you oppose that shit's predisposed my will will be imposed with every dose of my lyrics that blast your prose and to the honeys let me propose: how about ill take off your clothes and grab those titties as you assume the doggy pose. brup!brup!battle fo yo cattle |
Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Bunnytronix replied on Thu Oct 9, 2003 @ 2:59pm |
Freestyle Yo
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