Open Mic: Freestyle....

 

yo i keep the tool on me, but i aint fixing shit
stickin' pricks for the' clips, bricks, whips n' shit
listen bitch, im ahead of my time
and the rest of the time, im a head of ya rhymes
im at tha head of the lines, of the nicest emcee's
they might get ripped see, but they know not to test me
i stay on the grind like a skateboard, its known im great bitch
n' ya bitch ain a great bitch bitch i get more-face off her than neo in matrix
you aint sick, you healthy, well a least for the minute
you'll be deceased for tha sinnin, cause im a beast when im winnin'
was given these gifts, to cause rifts in the rap world
i told ya'll to up ya flow, ya' probably tried ta make tha tap twirl
im past first, im nothing.. zero almost certainly
defeatin' me is a rarity, cause ya'll combined can't compare to me
leave you in tha worst daze, happy like it my birthday
you aint nice, outta me and you... ya'd come in 3rd place!
you a nerd, ace, you aint even a threat
putting bitches to sleep, and i aint even a vet
ya crew will hate ya, they dont believe ya tha best
have ya like a rude tennis player, have leavin' ya set
you aint gonna beat me, listen to ya im speaking about
you like aids, the possibilty of you hurting me is so small, it aint even worht thinking about
you can take a swing, maybe connect.. maybe draw a lil blood
do what you want, my punches move buildin's and my flow is still fudge

that mean it is dope, and i meanin it so
that mean you better get mean, or the ya sipping tha lean through a strow'
you my back dawg, cause i aint seeing you though
now real talk kid, even you aint believin' you dope
you can say it if you want, but you aint gotta respond, b
or ill end ya happy days quicker than boddyin' fonzi
you want me, come get it, im hear waiting ya bitches
but ya heads like bad bowlers, it aint NUTHIN' ta split it
you aint want me ta hit it, ask ya girl what it does
tell her ill fuck this pussy up, worse than her's when im done
so ya'll can say i lost it, but maybe i hide it, you clueless bitch
ass ya girl, she give me mourn-e, than slim shadys eulogist
im better with rap, but still i kill, i stay ready ta clap

ya cats be shaking when ya see tha gat cause im steady with that
gotta aim like lazer, ill maim ya no' fakin'
leave ya face fucked and ya'll need ta claim ay nose later
i expose fakers, you no you aint breakin

the streak of a life time like nudisits with no patience
me n' my squad, squad up, we quick ta stamp ya
after we beat ya wont be quick ta hairy back, like pete sampras
slam dunk, wait he slam at the net in tennis

you just look at our names, n' you can bet i rap' better
cause you never rap? never, you spit too much shit
then you complain cause you not gettin praise well tough bitch