i aint playin

[v3d4]

i aint playin you know what im sayin
i got aerosol can of these rhymes that im sprayin
cuz you up im my court and the judgment im passin
guess you didnt know im the keyboard assassin
tho im deadly enough with all ths gas that im passin
str8 up you know the word and th word is the truth
its like you be lincoln am ima john wilkes your booth
its like ima dentist and you a rotted out tooth
you know i got more destruction than babe got ruth
now get ready yahooka ima bust this place wide
you know messin with me is like suicide
theres just one little fact that i just cant hide
i cant think of any ending for this dumb post

[my_scatterheart]

its like you be lincoln am ima john wilkes your booth

i lold

[Grieves]

[John F. Kerry]

yo yo yo
you got no dough
you rap as black as an eskimo




ohhh snap. no seriously that was good veda i liked it

[al-Mu'akhkhir]

tiiiiiiiight

[Snowmayne]

say homegirl i see ya with your rhymes
now let me kick a little story for ya mind
24/m dallas tx looking fine
let me get a little closer to them thighs
you lookin real sexy nice hair nice eyes
sexy little waste and an ass i can find
hop in the car we can go for a ride
stoppin on the corner girl we can start our grind

[al-Mu'akhkhir]

veda pwned u

[Snowmayne]

nigga i typed that without hittin backspace or pausin once get on my level

[bongobongo]

*sniff sniff* smells like bacon
i got a hackerin for some west coast spankin
living rhymes, passin the time, two turntables and a lil flo of mine
catch you out in my bushes spyin,
up my skirt i hear your dyin, tryin, wanna get a job hope your hirin


veda your words are true,
i dont know how you do the things you do
matchin words up like the poo on a shoe.
all your missing is a chorus and a hook
your shook, all i wanna do is rent that ass like a book
planes going down, you say your not in a gown?
NAKED, gonna send some mail fed exin,
knock on your front door i got a lot more
one more time im gonna show you more!


cockin, lockin, straight up poppin
spend the evenings in a locked up coffin
no one wants to die, no one really tries
live the life that you want to get by
prehistoric like the dinosaurs,
its an eye sore, movin along like a tyranasaur
find the bones in the ground, theres a lot to burn down
one more bowl and im gonna be BLOWN
smoke the weed puff puff pass, all i wanna do is spank that ass

[I10HaulR]

nigga i typed that without hittin backspace or pausin once get on my level

Now that's Gangsta lol

[bongobongo]

no, no its not^

[Kishar]

yo check it i'm black and i'm white i'm what you call a wigga
get outta here wit dat bunk you gangsta ass nigga
my ryhmes are hotter than the core of the sun
and my finga is most def right next to tha trigga

these rhymes will smack you like the raging congo
whats that kats name who can't rhyme...all yea, thats right ...BONGO!
my skins so white i'm almost see through, i shimmer like the predator i live in OhiO

i pull out the choppa 30 rounds by 2 mags you do the math
ratta tat tat now youre in half while i stand back and just laugh
you say your name is reptar i leave your face full of scars
i'll put your balls in a jar and hang'em on the top shelf at the bar

then we have little 'ol veda who has a nice ass ass
even tho you got a little gas with time that'll pass
your rhymes are decent but not like mines, white hot
i'll drop you faster than a brain clot,
i'll hatch a plot put you on the spot kill you watch your body rot
then get caught, do time get out and smoke a little pot in my favorite mutha fuckin spot.

[al-Mu'akhkhir]

nigga i typed that without hittin backspace or pausin once get on my level

still unimpressive.

[Jack Straw]

Check the impact of an ill rhyme
Proliferating thought in remarkable time.
Leavin hands scratchin the side-o-they heads
Leavin fans bustin "Ohhh shit, he's dead."
He'll never getup from the rhyme that was said.
He's lying there lifeless, losing street cred.
Slayin wack rappers is my favorite sport
Injury sustained on the rhyme saying court
Blank stare from eyes and mind just stunned
No medication can heal what I've done.
I tip a 40oz to your demise.
Testing my waters, kid that's unwise.
The shallowest part is too high for your kind.
The deepest part'll swallow your pride.
I hail from underground niches and dwellings.
I come from homes of sagelike tellings
I resemble a gnome in appearance and slender
I run MC's through a thoughtout blender
Leave em in pieces aching to reassemble
Next time try to see the next trend yo,
Rhyme with some wit and courageous vitality
This rhythm really fits the scene of your casuality.
Fuck it I don't need a mic anymore
My voice is heard in every inward score
It rings true through each part of the land
Haters talk shit I give em the backhand.
I fly down interstates in my dope ass whip
Bumpin 4 12's and some Souls of Mischief
Spark another L, stick the clutch, and hit it.
Stop up here to pickup the next mistress.
I'm breaking haters off like it just ain't shit.

[SpankyMcLankey]

I should just kill myself. :/

[Snowmayne]

still unimpressive.

well aren't you a little fag that likes to shit all over my dreams

[al-Mu'akhkhir]

you're the fag, fag.

veda is still the most valuable poet thus far

[Snowmayne]

its the internet, quit taking it so serious fag

[turmaline]

yay veda, that was good.

[v3d4]

nigga plz. yall rhymes be whack
you best watch out im on the attack
but first ima go get me some snack
cuz im get my @ss whooped
by a munchy attack