ALL FAST RAPPERS SEE THIS!

Here is Illustraight's verses added in. Everyone else add your verses to the original post please

@Gliitch,
* My responses in red.

[Gliitch]
(Aye! Aye!) look
(Aye! Aye!) y'all motherfuckas start your engines
(Aye! Aye!) let's end this quick
(Aye! Aye!) (pause) let's go

(Aye! Aye!) I've been pretty awful lately
(Aye! Aye!) my lack of cooperating
(Aye! Aye!) my life just ain't worth saving
If you bitches get religious well you better start your praying
(Aye! Aye!) I'm hopping up and off my noggin
(Aye! Aye!) yeah I'm drowning way too often
(Aye! Aye!) just cause I'm six feet under, droppin
Losing breath I'm recollecting and I've lost I'm waterlogging
(Boom) opportunity is boundless
(Bang) watch me put a ring around it
(Stop!) this Black Death is now a surrounding
It's ironic, bubonic, nauseous, iconic at your door it's poundin
(One) fresher than the farmer's grain
(Two) lesser than a peasants brain
(Three!) hello hella I'm psycho and insane
Magnetic, I'm precious, smeagol evil, "the bullet train"
(GO!)

[Ills]
(Slow) I'm a slow, snail with a low, trail
(Fast) ..... But as soon as the light turns green I take off like a Formula 1 race car with a temper that's meaner than a giant who is walking on stilts chasing Mickey Mouse through the little beanstalk wood
Dare you Ralph Schumachers try and hack this?
Goddamn it, I wish you all would!
Hopping and dropping and stopping and topping these rock-and-socking motherfuckers
'cause I'm top notch
And I'm jumping like Sasquatch
I'm a mighty gorilla
Think you buccaneers can test your might against a Killah?
I'm not a Ghostface or a Tony or an Iron Man but I can really fly like an eagle
This marijuana's got me on speed like an addict who is high off the coke
or a driver who's evil
This is Ricky Bobby the sequel
But this time I'm knocking off Ali G's vehicle
And making him go billebillebillebillebillebillebeelabel
Sacre bleu, this is unbelievable!

[Gliitch]
Shift, kick it into gear!
(Rev it up, rev it up)
Drift, slippin' to the rear!
(Rev it up, rev it up)

Flames painted on the Chasis
So godamn classy, I pray that I won't crash it!

Shift, kick it into gear!
(Rev it up, rev it up)
Drift, slippin' to the rear!
(Rev it up, rev it up)

And my ride is still the hot type
Flames trailing behind, 50 inches of exhaust pipes!

(So laugh) if I burnout on the curb
(So clap) when I turn out, it's unheard
(Go back!) in the fraction of a word
Slapping off the dirt, rapping what I've learned, and grabbing what I've earned

[Ills]
And that is absurd
Fast is the word when you're going through about 10 laps with your bursts
Leave those bastards in the dirt, make those faggots say curses
And I don't mean the word itself
I mean the meanest, villainous, evil, ruthless, foul, most vulgar language on Earth
(beat stops)
**** **** ass bitch **** fart turd cock piss pussy dick tits goddamn BEEP.
(beat resumes)
Road Runner can't match my speed
'Cause every now and then he needs to have some seeds to keep him going on his feet without the wolf ever catching him and using him for a little recipe
with the knife and fork
His tongue likes to talk
He doesn't say a word, he lets the traps do the talking
But that bird is too fast and too raw for him
He can't even smash a big rock on him
He's having a difficult time scoring
His continuous fails are boring
The supersonic super-chronic stupid Mach-6 dude is on it
Got his nitro boosted while he's zooming down that route like a convict
escaping from the cop men who are on him
Their pursuit is hot with their shooters cocked
The dudes in the copter are watching, reporting the news
Broadcasted on your router box set

[Gliitch]
My v10 rumbles, the weak then tumble
They flee and mumble, "it's the collector's addition bundle"
This artist goes hardest, honestly novice
But none other than caution taken when on him
Gawking "how can he so often, be known to astonish"
I'm rockin this office, logged into the rosters
I'm officially topping off the mug with my bossing
I'm boss in this option, run the business and pockets
Of every worker and jobless, jaw-dropped jockey
Jogging off with my album in his ears
Peers appear to play with the weird fears
Of each other, brother on brother
Now the jock's turned off
By my subliminal thought
Within my criminal rock
The rap is gripping them on
With no off switch
They gasp, nauseous
The collapse chronic
Left unconscious!
I'm Gliitch, HONEST!

Drift, kick into gear!
(Flor IT!)
Shift, ahead and now I'm here!
(Slip my grip, it!)

Petal to the ground
Closed circuit, who's the best at goin' round?

[Ills]
Me.
(pause)
I'm Michael Schumacher in his prime
With a bit of Lewis Hamilton inside
And he has his mind on the grandest prize
Imagining standing beside two handsome dimes
With the trophy on one hand and sipping Moët on the other, let the champagne fly
Like Tony Hawk I got some rad intertwined
and kicking enough dust to make Hakkinen blind
Man how bad have I mastered this rhyme
and I'm glad, I'm carrying the happiest of smiles
My raps make a Clan go wild
Blaze enough to make a Method Man run a mile
This car ain't nothing to **** with, bitch, so you better get your hands off of mine
Turn back the hands of time
and run that ************ again just to crack at you swines
I'm flooring, scoring, touring and whoring every avenue and cul-de-sac
faster than you can say "What the ****?"
I'm fast food and there ain't a ************ that can **** with that
So don't touch that or run that, get off my nut-sack
I'm a tough nut to crack when I run laps
I'm Lightning McQueen when I come back swinging with my engine on
Knocking Thomas' tank back

Drift, kick into gear!
(The light no longer red)
Shift, ahead and now I'm here!
(Finish line is up ahead)

Quickly, I turn back from the wall
Drifting, close my eyes, and the checkered flag falls!