No Rap Battling, Just Freestyling

Yo, check this out, check this out

I'll pull a shitty in the parkin' lot of a Taco Bell parkin' lot
Never stop, rollin' the windows down
Stick my dick out, piss on the ground with my hands still on the wheel
My foot ain't even touchin' the pedal, I have my bitch do it for me
True story
I'll tell a gory ghost horror story to a class of 14 first grade students
Make it so detailed I'll have the whole class pukin'
I'll have the student body and counselors callin'
Dash down the hallway, run head first into the glass and act like they never saw me
Run as fast as I can, till I run into a homeless man
End up at the pub at the end of the day and
Shoot the **** and whip the piss, talkin' fast
Talk so much bullshit, I'll **** out a bull dog shitzu mutt outta' my ass
All they do is roll there eyes and act all scwarmy
All that **** happened in one day
True story

lol OK?

It's a freestyle. Are you just askin' to get your ass handed to you on here? Cause believe me I will. All you have to do is say so.

I gave you some attention on The Neverending Rap Battle, check it out. Bring a box of kleenexes as well... You'll need it.

Articles, stories and events thrown together into public press

Not known what to do

So they just write about the big bad issues

Not little red but more about the hood

All you hear is “I wish I could”

Wish you could what? Lock your fears away

Open that jar you had for a rainy day?

Too bad you can’t pay rent or electricity

So you’re stuck in a hole thinking about life’s complicities

Your sadness quickly turns into deep depression

Not to mention the giant recession

You’ve lost yourself and your childhood home

Trying to do right but the banks denyin your loan

Looking to the sky for some kind of answer

But all you can see is the face of your mother

Who passed away from cancer

Life is hard and I bet no one disagrees

Even though its full of possibilities

Get a job, grow up and be successful

Why is everything so damn stressful?

Pushing on through like Thomas the train

Working so hard I think I might go insane

If we all look at the world with a different perspective

Then we can correct our lives to have no imperfections

that **** was deep bro.good try

job* my bad

I,M INSANE IN THE BRAIN CUT UR NECK AND WATCH U DRAIN
DON,T CALL ME OUT UR,LL BE SORRY I CAME
I,M A MARKSMEN SO NIGGA WORK ON UR AIM
YA MCS AINT HOT YA ******* LAME
NOT ON THE SAME LEVEL AS ME OR ON THE PLANE
BEATING SUCKER THEIR NOTHING TO GAIN
UR GOING NO WHERE FAST AND UR TO BLAME
WHEN CLIMBING A LATTER U NEED TO STEP UP UR GAME
ITS ALL ABOUT THE MONEY AND FAME
WHILE YA IN THE POOR HOUSE,I,LL BE RIDDING THE MONEY TRAIN

TIMS ON MY FEET,RING ON MY HANDS
SWAGGER ON A MILLION FLY LIKE PETERPAN
I PUT TRASH NIGGAS IN A CAN
THEY SOFT AS CUSTER FROM A STAND
IT,S THE RETUNN OF THE DMAN
I,M KOCKING HEADS TOGETHER
THE FORCAST IS STROMY WEATHER
BREAK U INTO PEICES THAT EVEN RUBICS CAN,T TOGETHER
OUT TO GET PAPER SO I STACK MY CHIPS
TRY TO TAKE SOME END UP IN A DITCH
FLOW OFF THE HOOK EVEN WHEN THE BEAT SWITCH
CAN,T STOP ME ,GET A BEAT DOWN LIKE IN HOCKEY
WHEN I GRAB THE MIC A TURN INTO A BEAST
EAT MC UP WIT MY SHARP TEETH

I GO ANYWHERE LIKE ONSTAR
PULL UR WIG BACK WIT MY CROW BAR
GOT THAT HOT SAUCE LONGSTAR
MY FREESTYLE MAD BARS
I,M THE ANIDOPE CUZ YA RAPPER SICK
WHEN I JOINED GAME SOME OF YA NIGGAS QUIT
MY MIC SO HOT I GOT TO WEAR AN OVEN MIT
SOFT MC,S MAKE LIKE A BANNA AND SPLIT
YA FAKER THAN SILICONE TITTS
RUN THREW UR CREW NFL BLITZS
CRY BABBY SHUT UP AND STOP ACTING LIKE A BITCH

MAKE U DO AN 360 CUZ U ON THE WORNG ROUTE
DON,T HAVE TO BUY FOR UR SPOT I,M TAKEN U OUT
YA BITCH NIGGAS I,M PULLING UR BLOUSE
MARRIED TO MY FLOW SO MY RAP IS THE SPOUCE
I BADDER THAN THE LEFT OVERS THAT U GOT IN UR HOUSE
U CAN,T STOP ME I,M A CAR WIT NO BRAKES
PUT UR BITCH ON MY LAP WATCH HER DO THE HARLOM SHAKE
THIS RAP THING AINT A GAME IT,S A PEICE OF CAKE
MY FLOW NEEDS TO BE FORBIN IN 50 STATES

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few bars

pop up an thrilla, alls u see is shadows reflectin like mirrors
mystyriously vicous, shoutin ''where tha **** are u nigga''
i'll have ta charge for u nigga, best put ur gaurds up nigga
drop tha liqour, you'd get all liquid after am done wid u nigga
put my dick in yo eye straight through ur mind and into ur brain
its don zilla with lyrical bars and flow that'll make u insain
allow ciruclatin blood, you'd see me flowin through ur vein
pille a drain-full, so pain-full that i'd love to see u in pain
dont hate the player nigga u best hate tha fuckin game
cause u cant point fingers n blame anyone thats playin

look i get real nasty so dont say nuttin, aint nuttin just butt-fuckin
bitch my dick lick suckin, its not ur fault that im good-luckin
ur lucky u distanced from me, look g u lucky u all ran off
otherwise i wouda got ur daughter down to suck ya dad off