Simile's, Metaphors, Punchlines... Rhyme.

aiight, cool, how long you need? im thinking about 2 days, i dont know your situation but i have 2 kids and a wife, hard to sqqquuuuueeeeeze time in
 
hard 2 squeeze here too. i think 2 days is good tho. well its. tomorrow is turkey day tho
 
oh yea, ok after the weekend, due mondayno later,if you dont drop you lose, and the winner gets a pic of the loser to photoshop and publicly humiliate the other on fp, (idk kinda thought that be funny)
 
what format we doin. if its a song 3 verses and such make the deadline tuesday. if its somethin simpler monday is cool. (I work doubles on the weekend)
 
i dont care, how bout just like two verses, 24 bars each, hook if ya want, hook if ya dont, just do whatever ya feel like, i just personally like 24 bar verses, more room to be flexible, monday or teusday, we can drop monday earliest, deadline teusday, alright its concrete
 
Aye Gutty, when you see this we gotta figure how we gonna get them to pick a beat.
 
i love the skanky chicks /who love the anus slip/
and fuc so much they baby kids/ are born raped and pist /
tell the town i get around like a radius/
settle down? never!! now grab a plate and dish/
and bake me fish/before i break your ribs/
and get ta nasa rapin with my anti-gravitation dick(that's ****ed up)
i dance around a banquet with my pants around my ankles
**** and brag about the length and width god gave this dic/
face it biyatch, im sicker than a lady with/
a case of ****s, aids and a face with zits/
explain in laymens ****, like trucker hats do
fukin nuts son i musta stuck a bunch of cahews
got that for fuc's sake i do not rap/
i'm a jock strap/ a nut case / a cup that got gats/
and the biggest sword in war/
its outta hand like jim abbot at the source awards/
alchemist turnin wax to platinum like a sourcerer/
got more in store than inventory stored indoors/
i don't work *******, i give chores to whorez/
mop the floor knob my cok and hop out the door......

wow i swear a lot, that's why i don't rap really........but as much as i despise textceeing, some times i feel the need to say stupid crap......i think its aight kinda of funny and pointless........my ode to this thread....pace to all
 
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yall got nice lyrics , flowing smooth like spilled fluid
good to see hommies freestylin but aint about some stupid beefs,
peace to hommies on this thread,
cos yall aint batlling for the fame nor spiting for the bread,
for 3yrs i"ve stopped battlin cos it dont make no point,
why should i f***k up a N***ga when i aint know his from,
peace to mc malik for crubing dat loud mouth,
its d once known ripa signing out.

peace
 
i spit like camels
get

i spit like camels
get lit like candles
dont trip or i flip like channels
by the way i gotta grip like channel locks
dont tryin touch i keep heat like santas socks
i coulda built the pyramids the way i handle blocks
and i do it unseen
like the letters behind vanna's touch screen
plenty of vanna white plus green
damn das a tough team
and im the pitcher see the way i touch seems
im all about my bread like f*ck beans
haha
 
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meta forhead split open ora lee
seeps in a sheepskin ****in the dormant being

airheaded share the bread win
smarts dont collaborate with the less dim enlightened
are you frightened?

scared to the shock!
bare to the bad bone
bad to the mad tone
laugh at your MASS DOME

excellent spit pestilance<----(epidemic)
couldnt bean stalk so climbed to another root
route word
seattle sleuth heard with vermouth mouth slurred


excuse me if there are no metaforez
 
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