Alphabetical

Wondrous are my wickednesses. Witches can't get with this.
Xerotic is your flow. Implant xylems so we can coexist.
Yearlong yearnings you've yielded yelling your yelps in Yiddish.
Zero zest against the zippiest, pulling your strings, the zitherist.


from lyricalthreats.com

Just Bored & Writing

All these rappers falling off, like I a junkie stripper's drawers.
Now your boy's back on the site, somebody better call the laws.
Spit slick shit without a flaw, quicker than you ever saw.
Why am I so cocky with this shit? I get it from my pa.

On the floor there is your jaw, astounded by the splendid wicked
lyricist in this bitch, get vicious with witnesses' attention.
In addition to the venom existing in this simplistic spit,
I sip dick drip and lick from the tip to the split where shit exits.


from http://freestylerap.forumakers.com/t1743-mr-sinister-lyricist

Lyrical Threats (Last Word) Thread

I spurt words of hurt that flirt with the worst turning nerds reverse,
terse and worse when cursing, won't divert from the dirt I unearth.
I've been cursed since birth, on the first, when the nurse saw my girth.
Under shirt her nipples perked and under skirt were dirty squirts.


http://lyricalthreats.com/forum/cypher-wars/304-last-word-cypher-3.html

Hell Dwelling

Seriously B., shit's finna be me and me enemies in this
bi-atch because mentally these heathens in need of Jesus
freak frequently when reading scenes I'm breeding, keep 'em pleading,
but no freeing from the grieving, leave 'em seething as I'm heating,

'cause I'm bleeding out my soul. Your boy's hot but flow so cold.
Lose control and I'm all on it, flaunt it. Daunted by my roll?
Dust flies off the unrolled scroll that laid hidden and unknown.
Don those spectacles you own, see the truth as it unfolds.

"Unto he hath said the Devil, 'Hence thou journey lies but thorns,
for forsaken be thou brethren, but through me ye be reborn.'"
Reincarnated, hated, frustrated, stripped naked, degraded, scorned,
and placed in places where no faces show embraces only horns.

It's been a battle since the rattle traveled from my hand to gravel.
Paddled if I tattled 'bout the getting fucked in shackles.
Now I'm striking atcha not to match ya, but to bash ya, wrack that ass up.
Pack the bags up. Wake the fags up! Rave's a quack, don't need no back up.


www.lyricalbattlegrounds.net

Just Rhymes

Oh, what gives to let live the shrill thrill that is me;
shitting skill that reveals, indeed kills weak emcees?

With my incandescent light I glow bright through the night.
When I write I ignite kind of like dynamite.

Every sentence written lets you witness sickness within sinnin' brigands.
Mention competition, get 'em missin' just with dissin'. Listen,

this shit will not stop till my clock's ceased to tock,
when I'm dropped in a box. Caught some shit sucking cock.


http://lyricalthreats.com/forum/rap-cyphers-f22/4-bar-cypher-1470/

Connecticut Shooting

We rap all day about guns without perceiving the threat,
But we're now seeing the flaws and must not ever forget,
'cause shit is serious, delirious how this day came about.
Our children or our guns, which do we dare live without?

They say people, not guns, kill. Well, I'm not so convinced,
'cause that firepower inspires violence. That's real evidence.
When will these politicians get livid and give in to vengeance,
and rip out every single sentence of the second amendment?


http://lyricalbattlegrounds.net/forum/showthread.php?110-Connecticut-Shooting&p=412#post412

Less Than Human

Gnats all around us, lice in our hair,
Aches in our backs, defeat in our glare,
For we matter not. Do we not?
Regarded less than human is our flock.

Daily degradation, hatred everywhere,
Lack of education, infants in our care,
Not even family plots when we rot,
Regarded less than human is our flock.

Beaten and broken and bent out of shape,
Bashful and baffled, we bastards of fate,
Hell played in mazes of rays from the sun,
Horrified by howls of hounds if we run,

Aimless anguished labor for fat millionaires,
No wealth to come to us, only whips if one dares,
Of acts of inhumanity this was the epoch.
Regarded less than human, still, is our flock.