Rhyme With Us [Vol. 13] - Page 11

All of his fans say "He's got the skills that kills"
He's seein more tail than Jack The Ripper with his knife
He picks out one tells her she's gonna be his wife

Watch as days turn to nights, when I get dazed by the flashing lights
Not Kanye, but my ego still picks at heights that gets me branded too cocky
But that's my style, hate the cats jockin' me, but they know they still got me.

My mic don't lie. I bring a S.W.A.T team to all bitin' flies
Rhyme stealing insects, who couldn't come original if they blew Obama
Or screwed a llama. But I will say their heads are useful when I'm producin' trauma

I leave fools so bloody, their clothes look like they were dyed in a Crimson~Tide...Shit!...
...They need a clue but they can't buy~it in some Prima guide~wit'...
...their latest gaming purchase. I put the lame in hearses with my insane verses

My words can flip cars into the dirt, so just imagine the results if I'm dropping a verse
I'm a beast I'll eat you up and not even burp, leave you draped in blood like you're wearing a Capital One Nottingham shirt
You're an alien to this game, a little green man like *bleep*ing peter pan, slice you off this planet like eddy scissorhands.

I'm not trying to start a rap battle, so don't run and tattle to mum, it's just for fun but all you need is one or else you sound very redundant son,

I have to admit, your ego is huge, giant and shit, so cool it or prepare to be warred and teared as you submit to my hit.

I'm legit and you're not, got caught, shame... so you can't play the game because you lack skill and only lay claim, another no name kill , your wit and your will is at a final score of nil (0)

Ya day started out with a champagne cup,
Now ya going to get popped like a can of 7up,
Hold up you can run, you can hide, you can ride, or you can slow die the only thing you cant do is lie to ya self

I'll send a rhyme that will counter that to your mind like a electric transmission,
Leave ya body in a condition were your all dried out with ya bones cut out,
No doubt, Spit them whack ass rhyme again I cut off ya mouth piece and leave you deceased

I'm the worst around what the hell is this shit
"flip these bars, leave scars, the usual drill
face it your rhymes don't kill and your lines suck
your the bread, i'm the duck so i'm afraid your times up/"


Stop saying the same rhymes over and over, you come out with the same shit, no new release,
You scream for war but later want peace,
I heard from ya momma you have christian beliefs, and that you'll never run from the police,
So just stop with the tease,
Cause I'll come down to England and make you cease to exists,
And break ya jaw with my clenched fist,
And when I'm down with this rap I'll leave you in the dark corners of Abyss