The Art Of Rhyming (holy fuck)

[Typeo]

this is getting rediculous, like sign in sheets after nine eleven
so many lil bitches groveling to the ILA, like a catholic straining to get into heaven
give me a break, a KiT KaT has more flavor than this Cat
take away your Nine Lives, now hes the Ghost of a long dead Stat

just another statistic of a homicide, maybe he killed himself
thinks hes spooky a year round Halloween n' covering his clothes, words fill the page with filth
I could shit out a better remorse, than this kid giving him the Sleeper for Intercorse
So he learned to Contort, body bent in shapes he can't breath now tapping out in Moris

code, choking on his own load, like a gun backfiring from Faulty Ammunition
oh fayt, they ask, how can~you~diss~him? well he reminds me of those Africans with Malnutrition
let me sign up to send in a dime a day, so maybe his head won't look concave
send him some books and a shakespear play, learn the true meaning to carving a grave

so much drama, I'll filter through and show his verse inbetween the commas, ,
took a note from Nepoleans Grandma and has his own lover, a fucked up llama
damn I cussed, oh well I'm busted, just like Ghost when he self combusted
happens though when you're full of shit, worse than the Lousiana sewers upthrusted

Come in and hit again, another bitch Rita to take care of your Mortal sins
and you thought you could begin, start off a new life with new pens
a new piece of paper, a new game design, like Shaolin Monks but I still rip off limbs
beat you with them, show true Kombat skills a X rated History, full blooded American in Tims

Smash in your skull, now your brains can eternally be shown
I was hoping this was full, but like a coconut you're Hollow to the Bone
A Ghost Faced Killer, Leather Face relives again as I tear off Skin
fingers Roast, Baist, and served with a Miller, sow up the back with NIN

Nine Inches of Nails, stick into your Tendons as you fall a Rag Doll
Lines Mentions of Tales from the Dark Side, Chucky never Sagged at All
Keep it ill to the day of Death, but have a Job for myself forever like Red with Meth
get too much of me and Man you'll OD, while I'm Ever Veral, a Lyrical Hugh Hef

call these things opponents, hell hes just a peice, a soul, a ghost, a component
beat this bitch like a red headed step child, rape em, then disown~it
the Infinite seems to be running out of it, now you wonder...did the have any to begin with?
was it just a myth? bragged up like all the thoughts that the end will be brought by the sith?

Guess they wanted the vocabulary so they picked up the Big Jewski as I desecrate his being
but its just a fling, like monkeys with shit ILA can't do many things, but what does this bring?
nothing good, thats all I can say, I left out everybody so far, why? cause I bring it in
many men, many women, hell I might take control of what you let go n' call em bretherin

now he tries to persicate, looks to me like hes just ready to menstrate and masterbate
dual thinking, in a second he dosn't debate, more blood than from when I obliterate and desimate
the first crew to die, running off the cliff a lemming, lights on but seem to be dimming
anal rimming, no wonder why its so dark, and the fact that his teeth need a hair trimming...

now I come up to plate a southpaw, comin' the Ole Dirty way Raw baby Raw
getting these kids right out the freezer not even giving them time to thaw
where did you fall off the truck from ghost, that fuckin' show Hee Haw?
looks like the only thing this kid could Hook Up with is trying on his Ma's Bra

and he even has trouble with this, and you wonder how they were at his briss
shit what do we cut? I can't tell is it this? no wait...is that just a flap of umblical?...and they miss
damn thats just ludacris, a Stickman building his own containment unit to cut off with a Hack Saw
guess it was his fatal flaw, how can I say this kids got sack or Gall? oh well only head left has a Jaw

I can just crack that, smack it with the back hand, the trick up the hat, or the trick hat all 3 punches land
dodge swift the ALI in this game, stinging the Killer Bee, drifting the Bruce Lee to be ever damned
see the Murder now I guzzle down the RedRum, all these damn Crows lunge out a Hell Driven Birds
the Hitchcok, I'm the Cynical bastard oversee all a Hawk, Ghost and boys 2 parts chicken and Koot a third

Fire off a rocket, blast half of the Koots away, and he still sits there dumb as fuck not flying
Can't say hes trying, if I did I'd be lieing, ghost being good at all...thats just unearthly, humanly defying
ya know what they say, if ands ifs and butts were candies and nuts, well...he wouldn't be a MC Trumped
get the Viper Bite, Fired, but don't worry I'll think bout letting you in AH...waaait for it...you flunked

call out SHANAGANS on this Carnaval, it isn't Evil or Dark, just some bullshit, what the wait in line ride?
shit wait till my planetary division causes fissions and making the two sides of Demented and Exosentric collide
now you see my bare hide, ghost gettin' all crazed, but like with Cee, well all but me, you're denied
now decide, to suffer the consequences of the rules you defied...meet the tide or follow Mr.Slaves Intestinal guide...

I'm corrupt and Maleficient, but what can I say my incisions are efficent, leaving MCs defecient
deflated and flatened, run over and then deep in the ground planted, what a sight so macnificent
pass out the Miracle Grow, and its a Miracle if anything in your brain can Flow, less its Menstral
but thats half ass backwards, if your cerebral fluids from a pussy...like a symphony with no instramental

now when I spit I Bust~a emcee strait Monumental, the Genocide that gives you this Delerium
don't know the Serum, well my Sermon is to just kill ones self, n' like batman with scarecrow, you'll be fearin' em
thats me, and the rest of AH, and unlike the Price on ILA's emcees, our income never can freeze
seems if you displease, you're out, what wonderful ties with this Battle Crew's Family Tree

Come to your Ville, see how you Deal with the Dynamic Style of bombing, a terrorism
got me thinking this DJ is causing plagarism, with the letting in of a Big Stupid Anerism
well thats what Cancer Gives em, Zap em full of Radation, a U.S. WWII A-Bombing the Japanese Nation
BATTLE STATIONS BATTLE STATIONS, this fuckin man just began to give Lactations

watch out for tit milk, he shoots out with out knowing, its like when his dog licks peanut butter off his dick, his "blowing"
try to stand to me toe to toe, now youre like the women fire fighters dragging people to saftey in towing
bounce your head off every step, can't remember now who you rep, with all these Bitches that seem to of Crept
shoulda kept some better verses in your rhyme book, for elevation man...you havn't even crawled so how could ya of lept?

get your Entourage, be like Dre and have them write for you cuz, Get biblically leaving Crews Ta Dust
Deter you from ever returning to me Detoxed, going to it high is like saying, damn you're good Exadous!
and so is your group!...fuck I'm the Nazi and Rhymes Soup, and No god damn Soup for you or your Troop
Goofy ass fuckers, don't even have rythem enough to Holla Hoop, the only thing Ghost Merks Over is his bowl of Fruit Loops.

Same thing, I've posted to a shitload of Hazards shit, go look at some of it if you care enough.

Man I could kill you even if I was Butt Naked
One line and I beat this pussy so bad, he cunt(can't) take-it
You're gay, you can't get a real girl, so you fake-it
Paying a picture whore, man you're a weak bitch
I stay in your system n' last, you're just a meek itch
Been jacking off to much? Cause you reak of spit
Dirty, you cant even touch just stand don't sit
I lead you around with a bit, bitting down like your moms tit

Oops, guess you ain't to gay being attached to your mother
But you still give a whole new meaning to leaning on your brother
I'm the closest to a woman you got, since I hit below the belt
but I got a bigger set of balls than your whole weight, welp
I've already signed you up to RAINN to get some rape help
Fucker, you couldn't even twist my words if it was written on dental floss
You're forever stuck, shit, muck, with the dick tucked n' mental frost
You're definetly no Slim Thug, but you've been slaped down by the Boss

I'm not a gentle foe, you're low on my credentials Ho
so hot headed your vent'll blow, Stepping on you, you're a potential toe
I can get ladies like the Axe Commercial, you still gotta pay
You spill knowledge like a Infomercial, like Girls Gone Wild Play
weakest porn, weakest torn, so over lorn, so you seek the worn
as if you buy all your shit from Plato's Closet, poorly adorned

Slip n' Slide all over the place, your life time of work
Gathered it like oil from your face, cause you're more of a jerk
Got that twerk in your arm like rookie of the year, goin' berserk
Making bunk ass rules, so you switch them just for me
Shows how much you suck, really thinking you'll get a V
Boy, you're never gonna mature, You'll always be Wee
like nintendo, never able to pass on games like the new Wii
I break shit like the controler, cause you can't even grasp
Equal to toilet paper, cause even with Shit, you come Last.

Imma use this tongue as tools to verbally abuse you
Disected the situation so ill surgically remove you
You needa Face the facts Fayt kuz you aint nothin but a sweety
So much sugar in ya viens like you got fuckin diabetes
See History has tendancies to repeat "Choatic Fayt"( past )
Kuz i dun beat this kid before in his amniotic state
I guess ya mind slips ya when defeated by hard rhymers
Cant remember ya last rape kuz i gave ya alzheimers
Wonder whats ya "fayt" when i crack open ya fetal
Suck out da cerebral n replenish my lethal diesel
Spare me your exasperation while in this gravitation
When you spit precipitation my heat brings evaporation
N im complacent, satisfied leave ya face n lacerations
Sealed all exits say ya graces kuz its no evacuatiing
Is it my imagination or i see this heffer lactating
MAN IM SICK N TIRED OF THIS LACTOSE TOLERATION
Yea i'll spit so sick but this kid TRULY DONT DESERVE IT
I gotta kill this pig n BRING DA BACON HOME LIKE KERMIT
You shoulda stayed off da great im switch it on ya face
Kuz it aint Fayt of Chaos but its da CHAOS OF FAYT
Ill eat anything ya throw at me like my zodiac was GOAT
Im da (G)reatest (O)f (A)ll (T)ime so GIMME THEM 5 VOTES

Fayt Of Chaos: (ME):
biblical prophocies told of the day I would bring down hypocracies
spit fire to strait burocracy, this battles a dictatorship no democracies
I win, just like that kid calling out SIN, I don't need to write with a PEN
I could just spit on the paper and its done, you just spit to lubricate for MEN
yeah I'm the Fayt Of Chaos, seem to be saying my name like MIKE JONES
but sorry I'll have to turn you down, cause you're the only dog that LIKES BONES
shoulda listened to your fav artist 50 and know, 'YOU DON'T WANT IT WITH ME'
get slapped in the face like I were Rick James, now you get it cause its free
now kid you should learn to spell, cause gangster talk is just a desperate plee
cause you just want attention, sorry but lets not begin to mention
what attention I could bring out, get you strait frozen in scared tension
push you back with a finger and you shatter, fragile as a flower
you and the flower power, crooked like the leaning Tower
rhymes as gruesome as the Hunch Back of Notre Dam, so you hide n' cower
the ringing of the bell your final hour, guilatine machine that spits cuts
blades of chaos I'm the god of war, dildos galor you're the god of butts
flesh and metal meld to form my arms, on your wrist adorns a braclet of lucky charms
so set off the alarms the mental patient has run rampant taking over all looney farms
sending out crazied individuals to catch and rape you, but you can't rape the willing
so instead I take you to the old school bakery and grind you down with the milling
bones cracking, ears shattering, from hearing words you're terrorizing
thinking you could transform into a new being, instead drawn to my verse so mezmerizing
so the chaotic fayt has slapped the guilty konscience on your pathetic mentality
get it right kid, as kris kros said you're 'wiggity wiggity wiggity wack' so check check check out REALITY.
get drug out your car and beatin' down like rodney king, but this isn't police its just strait brutality
no need for special codes, or any sort of modes, go get help, this is my flawless victory you're fatality.

Flesh and blood dripping innerards custered
flustered to face the place looks like I sprayed mustard
gang bang mind orgy of different porportions
distortions to time and space a body deportion
all memories delete in order of newest feelings
dealings that conserve to hold the static realings
pulling back and forth a hang man choking
stroking the muscles the ever prevoking
a fight thats outspoken, words get tussled
bussled in a converging, hannablistic mussled
they say it was PCP, but no drug was in my bed
only people I heard were those inside my head
fleed I tried, couldn't run away from myself
stuck in a scab putrid with disease and filth
all my wishes derive from body intentions
provisions to surroundings of future inventions
detentions to my soul eyes trapped in glare
I try not to stare, but I'm not fully aware
how could I prepare, all the cells in terror
hair on end, spine like stair, stomach bare
skin ignited by a flare, fixations do not ware
relaxation I could find in bayer, but I don't dare
I find peace in pills bud and a girl with long hair
dispair is hidden, beware of whats covered
cause what I don't want I have smouthered
disregard the inner child, enduldge in ideas so wild
appear to others tempered n' mild
as if my days were filed, shit stacked n' piled
styled after whats chaotic and uncertain
those prizes behind the curtain
wise with what is denied a real tyler durdan (think thats right)
I murder langauges any size or age
page upon page I could release demonic rage
with angelic smoothness, prolific as a sage
a prisoner in a cage, I can't escape times wadge
taking all I have and what I can't give
I guess thats the toll for a breath to live
jyped yet again, when arn't we screwed
trouble and its consiquences have brewed
a well aged whiskey in equal shit kickers
the flame on the candle lite then flickers
these letters form scentences that form my mind
shown as a map, destinations I've yet to find.

A convicted criminal, killing words verbal and literal
Insano Sano raps like Drano, I stand on Prolifical
1
cleaning clogs out of toilets, while I'm the one that'll soil-it
take his page and boil-it, sanitize this royal-shit
2
while im in cronicles, you're buyin' vowles from Vana White
thoughts of saftey with light, then Pitch Black eternal night
3
instills the idea of fright, then a flash of red - knife to eye
hitting precision with fun, I'm Bill Nye the Science Guy
4
never leave a socket dry, tears rench out hurting cause I pry
open your jaw bone, scraping vocal cords left with no tone
5
fayt has been forever sown, the chaos is forever blown
its A bombs crashing, nerves in arms fried left thrashing
6
holes onces small are gashing, instant burns falling close to road rashing
skull to pavement brains bashing, potatoe goodness in this mashing
7
leave the body with no mind, chicken with no head running blind
path set so souls are intertwined, but corruption leaves one similar in kind
8
so here you're left body beaten and brused, thought rodney king was abused
compare you to tampons that are reused, crusted stiff like bones fused
9
I'm all endering chewing on knee caps when left to be a Black Knight
no matter the damage, I'm left flesh wounds, an undying blight
10
so here I stand nuts the right height, sagging on your head
pubic hairs act as noose, chocking you out leaving you dead
11
two animals in which shouldn't of breed, left you here standing insteed
of something more useful, something that deserves blood to have bleed
12
you don't deserve the conscence that allows you to dreed
forseen events known outcomes opposite of Okaly Dokaly nabor Ned
13
sinner in itself, shit stains in your trousers, leaving Vilma saying Wowza
Jinkys thats one odd find, set to pray for a girl that this shit'll arouse-her
14
So let pixelated love run rampant, my life it won't dampin
its yours that falls short, Ashley Simpson impersonator Lip Flapin'

'my opposing odds, religious facades'
these grifts that repremandes
shit that we don't want to have
a undecided but reconsiled mav
contraceptions form in my head
life outside the house, outside the bed
outside the life of death to be dead
face red, anger from past lifes fed
underestimate those around
packed in like this were a pound
each of us muts, few a hound
overseen these people clowned
get pushed below water drowned
these priests shuve their sound
into our ears so profound
how they view their light as sight
but its hell fires burning bright
unable to control it, no fight
too weak they are, so I impose might
give an ending to ideas of plight
to hurt fellow man, you have no right
time to end this endless blight
and I might be white
but I'm just another in flight
if the wind keeps us in height
can't fly, but glide, a kite.

they've called me blind and too held up in my introspective
I have found this objective, but lifes turns are always suspected
deceptive I write in different perspectives lyrically disective
graced with holding place to a blakened taste of this shattered vase
blood intangled griven and strangled beaten to a mangled face
lost in this thought of who I am, can't decide on what I truly am
the wolf or the lamb, in clothing I blend in well though my space is cramed
can barely stand, hold tough with any given hand, never thought I was bland
in either mind or presented in full body placement, what a mixed up arangment
statement of a bold and told past left to grasp on these concepts fleeting that as they pass
crass with how I give you my mental flask, shit so good it grows the greenest grass
distasted with how everyone looks around, so sound yet so unsound in so thought gental ground
round and round, merry go the sickness goes, life then would seem so profound
one day your there the next your dieing, broken hearted hands clasped up prying
wishing that god wouldn't get so ryling, the death tole stacking graves big for piling
so whose alive now, the toles so made, soon these victims will be made again
not sick since I can barely remember when, thank god this herb acts like a regin
so now who to trust and who to condesend...who could even take my statment and apprehend
distilled-ends and brittle bones, a gifted touch and soon the cripple-mend
standing tall and blending in, then truth is seen you're dead and souls transended.

no cause for alarm, just a school bell ringing on elemetery school rhymes
I bring in the bombs if you think you got nines, explosive reactions form from my lines

transfix and remix, reverse and re hit, direct from connection turning bones into bits
ride on the river styx, been dismissed for recess, now you live the life torn to peices in demonic pits

I'm a dillusional crazy fucker, I take a swig of oil spit it out in a boil and fry this chicken
sorry sucker this is the court of rucker, and I'm the Wilt Chamberlin so this games easy pickin'

so deranged I bring your mind to curb, pavement makes displacement in your upper molar arrangement
give your full skeletal structure replacement, get called in for bat-tery cause I Struck-her out without giving a-base-hit

disresolve this fast like a chemical reaction blast, change the whole form and what you view as contrast
few words said last, but I will still be quite crass, you don't deserve a standing standard cause Imma blow right past

tormented and life commited, criminally demented, I rip off back skin and pluck out each vertebre
have them strung on a neck-lace presented, start putting pins in your nerve endings for every word-ya-say

I keep a ever transending plague of genocide, awe shit did I make you go-n'-hide?
my words flow reaching into every nook n' cranny, never found a cure though I can't say they havn't-tried

its all a mental game, but your lose is your own blame, set this whole damn forum up in flame
take you back to torture of the Riech Riegn, punishment for your verse thats tame, tendons streched from body leaving you quite lame.

blessed for another rising fire ball, sonic waves depressing my minds entire wall
through this soft earth we fall, converging in point together, we desire all

sympathetic symptoms surrender to the salvation of the poetic transcription
through liquid salute the words resolute to a new conception, past prescription

space time and rhyme, salt tequila and lime, fault gives heart attacks hault
impeeding design, impeeding devine, intrapment cringed - brain freeze from a malt

the agression seems passive, massive yet distractive, condesending the passion
of fear as a whole, waves on embakments unfold to reside showing a new fashion

a body without a soul, a mind that is not whole, marbles spill on the floor
as eyes stare through your's - open door, memories resi-vour

imprentment of what thought is known, experiences laxitate leaving prone
brain washed into being a drone, dancing on steps like I were Salvester Stallon

new page in which I atone, one tear of blood acts alone
chaos the message, trickling down a hollow bone

what you see, what you breath, yeah in everything
things so thought held close, consider it a fling
disruptive is our mentality, strait concepts
so the time continues with a slight offset
like the camera were tilted, maybe fish lensed
and just a bit melted, and possibly acid rinsed
so what do you know about truth thats told?
so bold, so old, yeah styles gotta grow, can't hold
gotta pass, smoke up but make it last
so words fall out of place quite crast
can't do anything except let it roll
heat up the coals cook up some beef a common toll
a evil goat eating troll...na just a pocket troll
bunch of funky haired kids playing dress up
what a mess up, shit step out just fess up
no need to be in the closet
go on test new water as if this were ozzfest
get some beers, hit up the blunt
don't act up n' stunt, let lose the fears
deaths hand leers, like a STD ridden cunt
left helpless like runts, broken mirrors
so damn fucked life is so blunt
rhymes get tucked, like guns in a hunt
strait in your face, don't dare stop in place
continue on a true psychotic mental case
or just a hero killing off the disgrace
of the earth...been twisted since birth
overseen all instances on a high perch
sorta like a church, but more on the lines of lurch
so many ashes on my herth, holding bullseyes for nerf
aim shoot out bullets from toys
now don't tread in waters for the boys
you girls should be playing with dolls and purses
dressed up from your moms closet playing nurse
painting up your face with her make up
the days they take up
all the tears you cried could fill a lake up
maybe all in Minnesota, damn psychologists
when all you needed was a true gynochologist
to see the fact you got aids
labeled a killer, even cockroaches, A Raid
couldn't you see what approaches?
nostradomus...ha such hoax's
he was close, just never could apply correct
all his mental gain was prehistoric
got to get with the times of our weight
more views piled up on our plate
its california shaking, falling off, see fait?
trouble in the making, an opening to hells gate
apocolyptic horsemen will make up for the wait
destruction, Life what irony
death, birth, a circle of tyranny
now remember, don't always trust the light
cause chaos is surrounding us, left right...all in sight.

impersonations, the imprisonment of your true self
why you ain't able to get better, fake thoughts of wealth
so why don't you get back to what you thought
what you're not on, so go on throw it all in the pot
bet it to the max, you might win, you might get a loss
its all to their own and how much you can give in cost
to all that have lost, and to all that will soon be in the same
to those who hit fame, to those who don't deserve it
so go get it packed up, like when you've inversed shit
transversing over words, letters, commas, sentences
periods that end it all, like a bullet hole, all done in a minute
some do to vent, some do to post tent and make a home
others live on to roam, dodging like fleas to the comb
or hiding from the nazis, or rednecks hoping to hit yatzee
when in the end many of em end up like a potsy
contained like the innards of a sub woofer in a box
while I'm out likes waves of bass shaking off socks
a cure to all that ails, the calamine lotion to the itch of chicken pox

now I'm cool like that, and I'm smooth like that
thats why I spit out a vision like the eye of a cat
peer into my view point, get at what I smoke, joint
so I pick as I please, and I shit when I need
you've left more holes than needles did giambi
die after one hit like a kamakazi bee, I go on like a tommy
wreck on a bomb-beat, cause the cracks you see in concrete.

[complexity]

HOLY FUCK SPEECHLESS, READ THIS FUCKING DROP

[MesaR]

this is getting rediculous, like sign in sheets after nine eleven
so many lil bitches groveling to the ILA, like a catholic straining to get into heaven
give me a break, a KiT KaT has more flavor than this Cat
take away your Nine Lives, now hes the Ghost of a long dead Stat

It Was Alright...

Fav Lines Man..Good Work..

[~*Blitz*~]

that was super long!! there was alot of good parts but it was kind of hard to stick with - I had to force myself through some of it but it was a nice drop - good use of vocab and some of your ideas are wild lol - overall nice

[Momeijah]

LoL @ it Was Alright
This is Deffo 1 Of The Best Pieces i Read Here, Real Creative And The Wordplays Were Brilliant Lol. So Many Different Approaches 2 it Tho, And Worth The Fucking Length Of it Lol.

[Lawgix]

this shit was tight man good job LONG AS FUCK but it was good keep it up

[precise]

i read half of it, its kickass for sure, lol some niiiiice points in it

see the Murder now I guzzle down the RedRum, all these damn Crows lunge out a Hell Driven Birds
the Hitchcok, I'm the Cynical bastard oversee all a Hawk, Ghost and boys 2 parts chicken and Koot a third

i like this ^^^ but it REALLY needs to be reworded, but yea i like it lol

i need a break, ill read the other half later

[complexity]

Uppin

[Omega Bill]

Aye, I'm glad this link was sent to me. Whole drop was nice, and like stated earlier, it was worth the read. It was so long it dragged on at parts but your concepts and wordplay kept me really intrigued to continue.

Thats some crazy shit man. Should be in Illest Classics soon, seriously. One of the better and longest pieces I've read on here. Props to you for that.

[Arvincible]

damn right "Holy Shit"

Thats a lot you put into this man.
It's overwhelming because of the size, but i think this was
an outburst of flow and skill. Great shit man.
I dont really know wat else to say about this lol

keep it up i like ur style, and im glad u came back,
i didnt know you had this type of skill level. Respect.

[Typeo]

its a shitload of different battles and posts I've done, I forgot all about this. I've lost the original posts to some of these verses. Gotta save this shit on my computer.

[Arvincible]

i knew it wasnt just all at once!
i thought for a moment you pulled a Game and went like the "300 bars" and shit

[Typeo]

plus, I'm not sure about one of these verses...it looks like I copied something that was directed at me in a battle instead of my own verse. I dunno, it doesn't look like I did it though.


Imma use this tongue as tools to verbally abuse you
Disected the situation so ill surgically remove you
You needa Face the facts Fayt kuz you aint nothin but a sweety
So much sugar in ya viens like you got fuckin diabetes
See History has tendancies to repeat "Choatic Fayt"( past )
Kuz i dun beat this kid before in his amniotic state
I guess ya mind slips ya when defeated by hard rhymers
Cant remember ya last rape kuz i gave ya alzheimers
Wonder whats ya "fayt" when i crack open ya fetal
Suck out da cerebral n replenish my lethal diesel
Spare me your exasperation while in this gravitation
When you spit precipitation my heat brings evaporation
N im complacent, satisfied leave ya face n lacerations
Sealed all exits say ya graces kuz its no evacuatiing
Is it my imagination or i see this heffer lactating
MAN IM SICK N TIRED OF THIS LACTOSE TOLERATION
Yea i'll spit so sick but this kid TRULY DONT DESERVE IT
I gotta kill this pig n BRING DA BACON HOME LIKE KERMIT
You shoulda stayed off da great im switch it on ya face
Kuz it aint Fayt of Chaos but its da CHAOS OF FAYT
Ill eat anything ya throw at me like my zodiac was GOAT
Im da (G)reatest (O)f (A)ll (T)ime so GIMME THEM 5 VOTES

I mean...I might of, but I don't fucking remember it at all.

[Typeo]

I've done a 40bar...and like a 100 bar, but that was awhile back.

[Brah-Vo]

shit is fuckin dope.
long, but dope.
Concepts was illll
and wordplay was sick bruh.
Drop more shit my nigga.