Heres another rap
Im spitting and ripping consistant, technicaly resistant lyricals
Mistaken for the Messiah, performing these miracles
Your style is utterly uncomparable
Enlightend to weightlessness
Your frightend, theres no room to be debatin this
Someone get this guy a fresh pair of Hanes
Got him scared, Current cloth is degraded by a stain
Beyond going platnium, my goal is plutonium
Your destined to be a janitor, watch me roll this custodian
Its a tragedy, a beastly travesty
Im wearin the crown, now bow down to your majesty
I spit previously thought impossible rhymes
Leave MCees invertabrates, cuz im ripping out their spines
Im a rhyme rumanator
More gangster than Ralph Nader, a master debator
Ready to legalize marijuna
Rhymes so hot, leave you sweatin like a fat man in a sauna
Tobbacco is whacko, but green is keen
ill tear open your stomach and rip out your splein
Have your mother whipe up the mess with Mr.Clean
I spit lyrical consistantness with relentlessness
You flow so effortless, and mines toxic like a serpant\’s kiss
Your not deservin this
Do away with ebonics, ill properly pronounce it
Im hooked on phonics, so you can commercialy announce it
Add some cream of mushroom cuz your soundin kinda dry
Beat you like Eddy and Charlie Murphy, poundin on Rick\’s thigh
Its not a lie, no matter how many times he denies
Your given the choice, and I heard you prefer to be with guys
ill rip the iris from your eyes
or devistate your cornea
Its considered a fact that your even hornyer
Then a virgin cat thats in heat
You failed to properly respond to the beat
Originally posted by it dow sleep
ERM kk a poem righhhht ok lets hear ur poem
If your sure.....
I don't understand,
why hand in hand they separate,
and leave us bleeding undoubtless sorrow,
needless pain mounts,
creeps upon,
surprising and unnerving,
I want to go and hide,
sobbing stops,
but restarts soon,
unbeknownst to one who dies,
resurrection is far from close.
War has ridden the world
Death has ridden the land
No one is safe from the hands of the grim reaper
Blood hauled
stains the sand
The death toll rising like a creeper
Men,women,children
All soldiers of one or wo ppls dreams
Why, where,when
Things are not wot they seem
WMD's
We know of these
But were they r we don't
No care 4 trees
ppl takin E's
In the future i hope
WE WONT