RHYME IT-Read first post then make the last post.

Oh yes, you DO!
A place to get out from under THE MAN's shoe
Instead I'm stuck like grandpa with gout.

aye cunt your all shit i think youve been 2 long on your mummas tit now you think your a bit of a rapper give me your mummas numba so she can go slap ya now sit down and fuck up or go talk too the man with the duck

so mate wot you reckon i think your rhyms need some checkin so wot u reckon you got the shit i think youve been a bit long on the tit too yeah true you soud like a school boy now fuck off and go play with your tonka toy ha ha your all shit maybe you need some harder shit

Get back turn around im coming to town
Ta dump on these muthafuckas with my sound.
I get shit crackin like im crackin a whip
here on roll it up im commin to spit.
You pussy muthafuckas can't hold a flame
Come around, get thrown off ya game
Im gonna pop it off im gonna drop the top
cruisin down the block with ya chick on my nob

my girlfriends on your nob?
bitch ur mommas on my dick, i met her at the store and like match.com we clicked.
now be paying attention before u come talkin shit, look again brotha, its not my girl, its your motha!

Keep flowing about kin
Gets a fist to the chin
Master cheif wants to run that lip
lets see who can spit that shit.
I dont give a fuck what ya say
Even my ma will spray the 9 ur way.

dontdodrugs, you aint clicked with shit, you fucked my mom now you got tha crack she spit, in tha bathroom yall light up together, one rock, 2 rock, 3 rock, till ya head lighter then a feather, coughin up a storm, dontdodrugs is in love with a whore, this lyrical slaughter, you not my new father, but i did fathom your sister, i assure you my sperm did not miss her, shot in tha eye, oops it clipped her.

im better then any muthafucka whos on rollitup, open up ya mouth, and i close it shut, not really a rapper, but close enough to fuck all yall moms, before closing, what!

lol

tryingtomaterkush, i know you aint talkin shit, i hit you in tha lip, blood on tha floor then i break ya hip, then make you lick up ya blood, does it taste good? Well thats the taste of a virtual assbeatin, i leave ya body deceasin, on a flow or in real life i leave ya hurtin, once twice, hell even thrice.

I don't have that much money, but I have some nice stuff
I like to party, so just drop a yueger bomb in my cup
so I can get twisted, I wanna get fucked up
dance with a few dimes, start a fight with some bitch who thinks he's tough
good times are whats important when your a middle class guy
we all like to go out and party after we work our 9 to 5
yeah, some of us are living good while others struggle to get by
but we're all good friends, make sure your nigga survives
material things aren't important, I don't need a car that's imported
if I had one million dollars nigga I'd pay off my parents mortgage
and if money was left, I'd give my friends hand fulls
put them in some swag meaner than a rabid pitbull
yeah
sometimes I wish that my boxers were silk, that I had prada jeans with pockets on muscle milk
but I'm content with the things that I have, I try to keep my sight on the good and not on the bad
yeah
but some people want the clothes, money, hooked up Lamborghini
while there's kids around the world without food or a place to sleep
nigga humble yourself, you can always go where you want to be
because in reality people actually control their own destiny
at least that's how it works in a capitalistic society
america, home of the rich and those trapped in reality

First off let me say, Im white but i came to play
IM not spitting that jeezy, not rhyming with Snoop
But when you hear the rhyme you gotta give me a WHOOP

Most rappers try to spit about life
when they dont know how to live
but when i spit you know its right
and trust me bitch I gots plenty to give

I grow the white widow
Its got what i need yo
Its got the right amount of thc
to let my mind grow

Money cash money cash hoes
You niggas dont even know
I got bitches at each door
front to back they allready know
when I come im the main even show
Get ya hands up dont put um down
Ill even fuck ya wife in her wedding gown
six five 240
no im not lebron
but step on the court
and im like a loaded gun
Left right from top to bottom im shiting on you bitches
like my name is batman and this city is gothom

So ya got a problem with ya boy?
Step to me ill give you a shot
but until then pass the dutchie
And lets go smoke some POT.

pass the dutchie na not to you pussy i already told ya i own ya spitting these lines just ta show ya aint no time for ye internet explorers my game so tight i just had to show ya's

show ya my rhyme
cuz im wastin my time
on a stupid ass line
signin' my pitty on the runny kine

Subliminal lyricist
Nobody as sick as this
you aint emo
but ill make you slit your wrist
or take a piss
what is this?
A white boy sicker than cyprus
Dont worry ill make ya jump
but hold on i gotta take a dump
im looking at your girl with the phat rump
or as they say ba dunk-a-dunk
I aint no chump
You are a punk
no clue as to who you are
a poser wishing he was me
or she, youfuck with heshe's
step to the Puff and your gonna get snuffed
not with the 9, not with the semi
but with the cuda with the 426 hemi
manslaugther at its best
you cant stop it with a vest
just bow to your knees little girl
your now fucking with the best
and get ready to die like the rest


kiss-ass

now fucking with the best thats why i came on your momma's chest and bitch i dont need a vest this aint about nines its about lines and aint got time to listen to your cheesey rhymes!

Life starts once you come out the womb
Is destiny told before you learn to do you?
The beginning already conveys the end
A concept that for some is so hard to comprehend
What happens in between depends on our own choices
Each human is defined by the words of our inner voices
Look through the cracks, find the dreams you let go
We let so many slip through, now they linger below
We replace those we left behind with new ones as we grow
They all develop some way, but the process is always to slow
In the pit of our stomachs, whoever made us gave us a calling
But it takes longer for some people to find a place they belong in
It’s only a guarantee you’ll find it as long as you keep on longing, or loneliness is prolonging
You control your life, things can always be changed
I don’t believe that we’re all born with traits that were arranged
We grow, we learn and become who we were meant to be
We’re born with personality, but only to some degree
new chapters are created after a page is turned and the last book was burned
after we've figured out how to use everything we've picked up and learned

let stop and think about tha situation, no time for virtual hatin, we all here creatin, but puff you aint about shit, with yo kindergarten spits, i'll rip you indecently, like i was a blood and you was a crip, dont get me wrong, i shall never ever slip, but instead pop in tha internet clip, and then light up a spliff at the accomplishment, that you now decease, bloody body, decomposing, brains layin at my feet, now i aint no type of cleaner, but best believe i can use this streetsweeper, take away ya legs, put you in a permanent sleeper, eternal slumber, you start to wonder, about my words, comin down on ya main membrane like thunder, so i punder, whether to burn ya body, so that the police cant charge me, with murder, dont stutter, settin at ya chair, in front of tha monitor, do i care? hell no you can die and straight burn in eternal flames, all because ya raps were lame, its a shame to kill you off so bad, no hard feelings, sincerely, YOUR DAD.

oh boy some battle is about to go down PUFF VS INDEED

Rhyme wit da last one ?!? HA! why would i do dat if i'm da best one?
i top you bitches like i roll on snitches!
so you best come correct or get CHECKED at da door wit dat side
by side 12 gage of gore! and death and hatred is what we leave in our wake
we only take, plunder and pillage on another helpless village!
you cant stop this! this is 300 SON! we came to fuckin die!
my roots is in the dirt, my heart is in the sky, my BUDS is fuckin FAT and that aint no lie!
we keep dem grow lights on 24 hours, so if you thinkin bout some shit, den you
best bring da power! i paint vivid pictures of buds growin in da dirt and comin from my mother earth
this aint no joke, it's do or DIE, so dont provoke the gunsmoke! stay back and mind your own
cause fuckin wit my crops gonna leave you cold, dead, and all alone!