Originally Posted by
T0ribush
Yo, check it and get yourselves stomped
The shit right here right now*is hip hop
And the bush be busting out rhymes more
Ill and chilling than the latest strain of kush
So hush now you're about to be plowed
Pushed to the side in a rush by my lyrical ride
Causing lethal bone splintering injuries
Your Organs gored ripped up wide open torn
Hanging by a thread in a bed in the ER
There you bleed hard for spitting a style
More dated than your childhood VCR Ugh, son
Yo in a second, I'm pull a fat romp and give a gob stomp to all you toy ass gronks,
Rhyming is about timing, and fitting the flow to the city you know and the bigger you go the more spitting you can throw.
you say that your shit is hip hop? Bro, at this pit stop, we flip flop on your choice of bip bop, and I'll slit ya slow like a corrupt cop in dunlops, fuck my tongues hot,
Pushed to the side? I'll woosh by your ride while you fantascise this rant of mine in pantomimes of phantom times that dance with my impeccable jive,
I'm the wrecking ball that crushes your teen dreams as you sit in your tweed jeans going, shit, please mercy me from your lyical stampede,
And I can manage these with lavish ease till the roosters bleet in time with these.
All these conglomerates fishing for bigger ammunition on a mission wishing that the bright ample fission in which their pissing is parralel with religion,
but what your missing,
is me,
I'll brainstorm a thunderclap tundra smack, thunderbolts of a hundred volts to the dome and out the mouth with a chunder pulse.
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