First, I'll make a
quick trick brick stack.
Then I'll make a
quick trick block stack.

You can make a
quick trick chick stack.
You can make a
trick clock stack.

And here's a
new trick, Mr Knox....
Socks on chicks
and chicks on fox.
Fox on clocks
on bricks and blocks.
bricks and blocks
on Knox on blocks.

Now we come to
ticks and tocks, sir.
Try to say this
Mr Knox, sir....

Clocks on fox tick.
Clocks on Knox tock.
Six sick bricks tick.
Six sick chicks tock.

Dr Seuss is the best freestyler

actually bro your dumb and i guarentee i will get farther in life than you its called sports mixed martial arts activites you do outside not play video games and if you wanna say i play video games i was recommended this website for graphic design so your shot your a faggot who chooses to talk shit over the computer your not even worrth my time so hop off this thread it was meant for fun and your getting all uptight

I hardly understood anything you said.

Surely you'll get far if you're good in MMA, but who fucking cares if you can't even speak your mother tongue (I assume) for two cents.

I spit fire like a hot wire
I pop ex and drop acid cus it gets me higher
ill slack off at work and not get fired
ill rap battle you and never even get tired
speedin so fast that my tires pop
raining bullets the whole choir drops
bustin ass tryna run from the cops
endin up cleanin floors with a bucket and a mop
breaking windows with a stick and a rock
and rippin open pussy lips with my cock
this faggots mad cus i pooped in his sock
rocked him in the jaw wit it and made him eat my shit.

Nigga your rhymes are weak like a 3-banger Metro
You spit in the mic not sounding so hetero
Bitches surround me like Santa's naughty elves
I tear up that pussy, they couldn't do it themselves
You try to make verse but you fail every time
you just can't compete with my grand design
i can tell you aint hard, ill bet your name is Edward
You been a bitch since I cut yo umbilical cord
yeah thats right i'm yo DNA cartographer
just Like lord Vader said "I am your Father"
you mama gave it up like it was something for free
shit I'm just lucky I didn't walk away with a disease
but dont you expect no child support from me
you're a drop in the ocean of my illegitimate offspring
I'm way ahead of you, I'm out of your league
you've already lost; you got rap-battle fatigue
You can't be better so lets not discuss
Time to accept "ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US"

*drops mic*

Just something i wrote today while i was chillin in my car trying to kill time between class, named it life is strife

Life comes fast like the flash
But its all just a meaningless clash
So i continue to slash and thrash my way through
What the fuck else am i supposed to do?
I gotta keep it together like lightning and thunder
Life is tough but I refuse to go under
As I sit back and toke I can't help but wonder
How easy my dreams can be torn asunder

Just chill and try to relax
While i tell you the story of my bro named Max
worked a 9 to 5
Just to survive
Had to pay mad bills and tax
Just couldn't elevate his stacks
doing the same shit day in and out
economies in a drought so no chance of changing his route
every night to escape he drank till he blacked out
yeah now all his dreams of being successful as a child
just seem distant and wild
No meaning in his life, now somethings wrong with this picture
and it has nothing to do with his lack of reading scripture
they say all you need is a roof over your head
Yeah maybe, but thats how you know opportunity is dead
So until theres some changes I'm going to bust shots for cream
Because no one is going to rob me of my street dream

This post was edited by Mirage420 on Mar 10 2010 06:25pm

i will get far remember the name cuase your gunna see it on tv or ima be a porn star

I know you as:

A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a
base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited,
hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a
lily-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson,
glass-gazing, super-serviceable finical rogue;
one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a
bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but
the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar,
and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I
will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deniest
the least syllable of thy addition.

Shakespeare too.

Chill. What's your name?

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This post was edited by pyropunk on Mar 15 2010 09:58pm