NEVER BEEN A PHONY, EXHAUST WHACK KIDS LIKE KONY
Running circles around them very fucking slowly
But who’s more Loopy? More Looney? Jams or Toons?
You lose, confused? Who here can only rap about child abuse?
Maybe you blew a fuse, do you refuse to be damn amused
While I eat your face off like Ronald Poppo and sing the blues?
Well, too bad, cause it’s the closest you’ll ever come to divine one
Telekinesis eliminates the medulla oblongata ‘till my mind’s won
Get burned down like Dorner by the former formal foreigner
Poke out your eyes, tie the nerves together in the corner
Of the hospital room, Loopey lying next to you in a coma
Belee me, he ain’t gon’ recover ‘till I fuck my girl Lola
Dead, like Ted Bundy. And yes I’ll take Kelly, but fuck Bud
I’ll take the beer not the bud cause the bud makes me wiser… save that shit for Elmer Fudd
Or Jams for that matter…
Nahmsayn?

Roses are red
Violets are red
SHIT MY GARDEN IS ON FIRE

Moncho better go and grab your poncho lets about to murder this case till its complete yo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ooOL4T-BAg0

Lol. It never has started. It is over, ... Guess your right.

Lol, you're typing... and you stuttered.

Lol, rhymed "this" with "this". What a nobo.

Ew.

All caps... Necessary?

My turn doe.
Roses are red,
This is a gun,
Get in the van.

Rhyming This with This is a legit rhyme. Like rhyming Me with Me.


This shit right here is purely legit
Half assed MC's can't fuck with this
Bitches think they know me
They think they own me
But these sorry ass kids actually owe me

Yo, just give this a rest
cause you just got yourself a mess
prepare to eat my dick up your dress
cause you aint no guy, it's time to confess
sire, you think i'm impressed with your lines in bold?
admire da prez cuz my rhymes are stone cold
fuck you xNess, i just beat you tenfold
i've got guns in my basement, i'll blow you to texas
i treat you to a faceplant, you just eat my suplexes
i wanted to ignore you but i just can't, everyone knows what hides in loch ness isn't a FUCKING T-REX

Lol, all of these are amateur.

Very

His palms are spaghetti, knees weak, arms spaghetti
There's vomit on his spaghetti already: mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm spaghetti
To drop spaghetti, but he keeps on spaghetti
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes spaghetti
He opens his mouth but spaghetti won't come out
He's choking, how? Everybody's joking now
The spaghetti's run out, time's up, over - blaow!
Snap back to spaghetti, oh! - there goes gravity
Oh - there goes spaghetti, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't
Give up spaghetti nope, he won't have it
He knows, his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's spaghetti
He's so stagnant, he knows
When he goes back to this spaghetti, that's when it's
Back to the lab again, yo, this whole rhapsody
He better go capture this spaghetti and hope it don't pass him