anyone wanna do it, throw um down, u wanna battle, works 2 lol, lets have some fun

i can rip through rhymes
lines at a time
like a knife through slime
make dimes off my lyrical mind
get hit with massive fines
for my sykopathic crimes
but my brain still winds
one after another
the papers smotherd
o brother
flows funny as chris tucker
and so hot i get girls to lick the sucker
im gangstar motha fuka
keep the heat tucked under
static cause havic and watch it uncover
start to sputter
leave ya on the ground time to suffer
catch me in the hood out near the gutter
meltin rounds like butter
tiger woods style, swinging at ya with a putter
not realy tho baby im a LOVER

lol a lil somethen for ya

hmmm, so many things to say.....

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair
Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't very fuzzy...was he?


Did I win?

lol o yea, love it

fuzzy wuzzy was a bear
fuzzy wuzzy was on welfair
but fuzzy wuzzy didnt care
cuzz fuzzy wuzzy had some hair,

there ya go lol

Keywhee...

~ Make our unicycles Beep! ~

Rip your rhymes to chime with mine and put our thoughts together
with dodo birds and plastic nerds and Heather’s leather feather
twist your tongue and twirl your brain; - spell rain and reign and ascertain
that tiny tots are never trained to poop or pee or entertain
the flowerpot beside the drain or curtains they might stain.
Take a breath of final death and end it with a smile;
say beget and then beguile to make the trial worthwhile,
the only words that come in herds are sleepy sheep that weep
with cyclic sickles chopped in thirds to make our unicycles beep!

~~~

Abra (12/11/07)

that sht was confusing lol but nice.

i guess no 1 else wants to give it a try

my flows are hypnotic
mixed with pyro seens and aquatics
bursts of verbs that collect together like chronic
leave you twisted and lifted like tonic
how ironic
words to excessive leave u hooked on phonics
bylangual speakin english and ebonics
****in your self like u got a colonic
and rippin through so fast people mistake u for sonic

Think you’re a gansta?
What’s the appeal?
All these young men
Need to get real
Babies having babies
It’s quite a trip
At least until
They’re covered in sh1t
All the anger and violence
On the TV
What’s the matter
Why can’t we see
Beatings and guns
And drugs out your door
It sure isn’t something
Reserved for the poor
It ain’t getting better
Worse every day
Sending kids out to the fray
Schools aren’t safe
Neither is home
Rather live on the street
With a mouth full of chrome
A gun in your shirt
And a pill in your mouth
Disguising the hurt
You wanna be a gansta?
And not take no sh1t
Prey on others
They’ll take your hit
Hang with your homies
Acting all tough
Yeah acting
Cuz you ain’t that gruff

ARTGURL ------- Whoo-Hoooo!

Rap the solutions y'all - That will impress me much - Ah-Ah-oo-oo!

Grip glocks and sell rocks
nine to fivin aint survivin
Tellin what im sellin
put a nine to yo mellon
no *****in no snitchin
keep my neck glistenin
big dough pleny indo
six fo' tinted window
trunk bumpin sellin somethin
Everytime be christmas time
smoking the finest pine
Get high get by
staying fly til i die

that was my first attempt at rap Wench ... I am old as dirt remember

Hey now, I'm not and I'm older than you - guess again bayyyy-beee!

That was a very good attempt and I enjoyed your's the most. The OP's rhythm - yeah, the boy has spout his stuff before and you can tell, but you're words kicked butt and your rhythm was pretty tight.

Thanks girlfriend

Ya'll gosta give props to da Artsy-Gurl!!!!

Yeah-uh!!

Can I getta Hail Yeah-Uh!!!

Can I getta Hail Yeah-Uh!!!

and a Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Looks like you ripped your jeans
And your cracks hangin out

Your lines knife and times
Have all timed out

Time out on your fines
Betta SAVE your dimes

State punks your bait
For your lame ass crimes

So your mind winds doin time
Thinking you are rocking

Your rhymes outa time
You're just coo koo clockin

You just jumped out son
A bit too hasty

Think your M & M
No you're just pastey

Talkin like you're Tucker
Yo Son you must yield

I disect your respect
Mr. Dangerfield

Whoa Beachy ... throwin down the mic?



Hey what happened to our fearless lyrical battler stump?