Toribash
Nice rhyme, It was almost worth a dime
Better step back or I'll cover you in my slime
This is barely even worth my time
You think your flow can compete with mine?
I'll break your spine,
Cause you to do a ninety degree incline
By the end you'll be looking like my gang sign.
u fucking wot m8?
if you could start being serious that'd be gr8
u think u hard but it looks like you're bout to lay a tard
my rhymes are sick
now go ahead and suck my dick
I'd be delighted to rip you a new
Hack you up and turn your meat to stew
I'm one of the few who can make a tune
So find yourself a better attitude and a clue
Because I've got the waves that slither like snakes
I'm a magnitude 8 I'll turn you into a barren landscape
As signals of distress surge through your mental state
An alerting emergency burning through the unstable memory
Causing seizures and brain lesions like a lethal dose of venom
With the loss self identity you drift into the infinity of insanity
Whilst the poisons invade your veins proving to be fatal
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
Originally Posted by T0ribush View Post
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.

Blukblukblukbluk
The fuck your spittin. I be liftin a 1000 pounds on your ass and you be diggin your own grave from your slave ingraved heart in stone paved all around my aftershave. Dont start aome shit about mc you better flee i be popin clean stayin lean givin dreams big exuse to be free.

I dont know what the fuck I just said. Sounds horny

Edit: []_[]

This rap is crap like shit "just a lil bit" so fuck with them all i got one shot on the spot-light tonight ima kill for the right inspite my fight im beatin to send yo ass back to germany while you swearing """shl3st""" "i lost fuck my life because ima tryf" Hahaha got you your a bitch out of water actin smarter but the brain is a falter of your falser larger internal smelter.

:l

Hahhahahhahahahah
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Im here to kick back with my sweet beer on these islands I bought here and there. I got money somebody nobody idc. Its mine and I shine brighter than all of you "rappers" filled with pety fear.

I aint got time for this shit im goin back to va with a my straight shit. You want some literal shit? Godam bitch go lick a bulls ass because all im hearin is bullshit.

This might be my favorite thread.

Searching for a rap judge parter for an event im planning, which is a progressional idea! Pm me if interested. It will probably be held in an irc room. :l
Last edited by Link; Jul 17, 2014 at 05:50 PM. Reason: <24 hour edit/bump
Chickster: I literally don't know why I did it.
Originally Posted by Peter View Post
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.

Blukblukblukbluk

Here appears another MC who think they can game
But can't take a step without their ankles getting sprained and
Peter, is but a pecker from the pits who doesn't know better
Spitting his frame, flaunting his shame, and thinking it's fame
You're nothing but a kid, son just the average bed wetter
So watch me raise the bar like James Cameron's Avatar
And leave you facially scarred from rhymes of boiling tar
Whipping up a topping of napalm to end fools acting cocky
There's no stopping the crossing to the otherside of your soul
Originally Posted by T0ribush View Post
Here appears another MC who think they can game
But can't take a step without their ankles getting sprained and
Peter, is but a pecker from the pits who doesn't know better
Spitting his frame, flaunting his shame, and thinking it's fame
You're nothing but a kid, son just the average bed wetter
So watch me raise the bar like James Cameron's Avatar
And leave you facially scarred from rhymes of boiling tar
Whipping up a topping of napalm to end fools acting cocky
There's no stopping the crossing to the otherside of your soul

You rap like your from the 60s making poems about thriftys, pissy, "aw you so nifty" i obliderate you fu hit you so hard you incinerate fu dont feel affiliated fu. Aw your chilly aint you? Feel so cold you bitch was sold as mold that just got told which flowed into your crib load. Aw go cry to your momy bitch got shot with the tomy tryin to renact that homealone comedy. What? You sad? Your the biggest downside I ever had to rap against your words like solid stone, sinked and postponed shown you aint got what it takes to rap against Link's tone.

Talkin about mc? Shouty spouty! This isnt a kids comedy! If you got what it takes to rap like a man stop acting like your from casper the friendly ghots story. You sham

You better reply next time fu
Last edited by Link; Jul 17, 2014 at 09:49 PM.
Chickster: I literally don't know why I did it.
Link you stink.... End game, bro.
But as requested, Here I am on a quest to the past
From the year Twenty69, watch me strive in strides
I'm still spry while you've been reduced to nursery rhymes
Suffering blows from lethal strikes that warp space-time
The loud sound of your spine was the cause of demise
So incase your mind's misplaced let me get you up to speed

Take heed as you read this epic poem, a biblical like tome
Dark and subliminal shaping and shifting elliptical thoughts
Hear yourself rot from nightmares my words leave brain worms
Wake up feeling pain with your nails peeling away as you feel
A sensation on your legs as you see the dry bloated mass
You grasp the end of days with growing holes in your bones
You groan a horrid tone as you incubate maggots and flies
Blinded by the pus and blood rust you crust and shrivel into dust