Random spit thread

gogogo

Like a bard I sing my songs
While low lifes smoke bongs
Call me homer because this is art
Rhymes and stories from the heart
So as I recite my cerebral poetry
And cut down the regal oak tree
Making not a bit of sense white that las bar
My rhymes are still considered up to par

I'm finished, they diminish, I replenish, scientific, I'm out the this world hoe 8D
//boredom

 

I'm offended by your second line. lol

 

You just made me think of Spitfire. D:
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I thought it was about that hoe Spit too.

x:

 

Lol my bad bro

lol...spitfire....MSN group convo...lol

 

haha. It's all good. lol

 

oh gawd, those were the good ol' days.
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Yeah...when you and him had e-sex XDDDDDD

 

*spits*

I'm doing this right yeah?

 

dont you mean split hahalol


uhahhh ohohohhhohoho

Sittin' on the front porch
playin' swings across the rock store
sellin the biggest pebbles that your nose could ever die for
havin the biggest nights for a quarter of your salary
and after me was another nikka passin to buy more
we all waitin to go on the same ride yo'
but we hesitant cuz the game plays things we have never tried before
but we already know so why are we surprised for
knockin stuff out on things kimbo aint got time for.

reallllltalk.

cmon ghetto post something

 

It's november aka a month before december
This is a massacare and I will dismember
Any member of any opposing gang
Like jigsaw I do my thang
Slice and dice like I'm cookin a dish
Playin game like a rook n' a bish-
up n' at em with a clever
Because I'm quite eager
To cause a christmas massacare
N' if a ***** get away I'll go afta-her


oh shi- I'm gonna make this a hole song n everything by christmas time. Christmas Massacre. yeahboi B|

 

cold winter breeze make me think where the trees be
probably fell back down like the rest of these MCs
i stoop down where the fuckin' fuck do these beasts be
talkin like they startin shit but pipe down when they see
but hol up i aint sayin' your scarin of seein splitty
entangled body lookin like an octopus on three feet
two feet with another broken knee see
got the knee from your mother****in' kidneys
putt scotch tape on the bait to have her stop speaking
and rip her eyes wide open so she sees me clearlyy
cuz im a ****in psycho correcto thats right
and put a fuckin gat on the bitchz mouth goodnight

this was warm up, im going deep on next verse.

 

You are not psycho, your insanity is mild
You can't go where I go because I go wild
My home is hot as hell n I flow like the river styx
I'll cut out your liver and cook some liver sticks
And no one forgets me cuz my face sticks
So call me lickytongue cuz Ima give you ya licks
N' I got the goons ready to give a head shot or two
Because they roll wit me n do what they got-a-do
I'm an insomniac and I love twisted humor
And no I'm not stopping, it's justa-a-rumor
And you gotta love the pure irony
Cuz the guy who started that was actualy me

 

bro you gotta work on punchliness lolol just sayin advice real talk


a mother****in' psycho nah
kick push seems like lupe betta open the box
before i come out and stick my **** in his cock and have him spillin out his mother****in organs to come in out and rot
im a little sick to my stomach
yes thats my stomach
i'd probably have to barf right onto your converses
so dont try to take a walk in on my high heels
youd rather fall of my paws you aint ready for pra-daw
ta-da mother****ers cant get en-off of the same bullshit that ive spent my life on
sufferin in the same gutter where the light in my head do nothing but go on off and off on
stop on the next line i'll give you time to think how many seconds it took to make the words you've always wanted to wrote but never write it so i ill do it backwards have a sight at it
how many little kids write like a puzzled confuzzled tyrant
but i bet you gotta sheet though for all your need notes
so you can spit betta to regurgitate your pee though
cuz thats the same **** you've been spittin for weeks yo
yessir im mild when it comes to runnin' laps, you best be back a mile
so stop stare the one and only doctors right here
with the shock chair ready to turn on your nightmares


no homo at all ive been listenin to eminem lately, lol sick mindd spitting ****

 

yeah I do need to work on my ****, but I think I got a bit better from postin on this Illestlyrics place.

Confuzzled tyrant
better than an i-migrant
And yes I've been on the same ****
But it's better than bein on some lame ****
And alteast I'm not tryin do like wayne spit
I got my own swag on this ****ed up brain ****
So I refine my **** like it's a new batch of oil
And I pitty a ***** that aint never had to toil
And when I rule the world I'll replicate hell
Call the era A.G.F meaning After George Fell
**** nukes I wanna mass shadow generator
I'm just takin in knowledge like a data integrator
And screw aragedon I'll have a battle even greater
Then I'll pull a sephiroth and go diggin' in a crator
Deep down inside I know you love me hater
And when I make a new world call me the creator

 

im sittin heavy on the coupe, fire'd up stones right below me
callin ur mommas phone, dont tell me she lonely
got the speed dial and she smile
teeth buggin' out lookin' like some bees wild.
flow bigger than a pack of pellets
have you nikkas drop like pennies from the heaven
have you up for change, make sure you catch the change
cuz the same change would be like a bullet to your brain [think about itt]
leave your dough hungry for more but i got candy in store
more than halloween batches or diamonds in orange colore.
more than blue rubys have you colorblinded by the jewelry
without the middle imma have you do mullers through me [frank muller homie]
and i gotta holster on my waist no it aint bullets i pace
just a wad a cash or two cuz my wallet ends disengaged
but the bank near and tha bank know me
all i do is wave a rag and they race toward mee.

 

Pennies from heaven? **** I'll drop a stack right now
And I'm strapped right now so step back right now
Pull a choppa and have ya face lookin like a sponge
I'll shut a ***** up when I cut out his toung
So keep runnin ya mouth like it's got some laces
I'll cut you up and send you to different places
Or maybe I'll get ya the new jordan c-ments
Send you down where there no air vents
Go swim with the fishes while I make salmon
And white dudes say my **** is "Slammin"


Next one is gonna be some laid back **** cuz I said so nikkaz

 

I lose myself
Move into where I stoop myself
Down under beneath the roofs I've felt
as if every other nikka musta' had to move themselves
before they can move the else
And keep his voices underneath his throat for safety of the movements met
and have the conversation of whos the best
but i keep it down low because i know who aint the rest
who keeps themselves compared to pac and them
but I bugged to pests that move aside
that keep a ratchet in they tank when they stop at a light
as i ride i wonder
who else was bastardized
in the projects where the black families progressin
momma yellin to come home but lesson learned his son not home
rather than been shot twenty blocks away from the rock store
i store information but my harddrives disengagen
somebody musta pulled the plug for their foolish ration
pacin down through i wait as i restore the patience
of my life through my eyes cant wait for surprise
of another nikka cut up behind my neighbors garage
and have the police mournin it was just another boy who died
and have the story pick pocket into another loose change
but we wait for new change, and no president can make precedents
that can give new gain

i was mad chill with this one