To BigBeast (Old Battle Text)

First of all, wasn't talkin' bout you when I sent that through.
It was all about Ghosty. What the fuck's wrong with you?.
But fools will be fooled, now let me take you to school.
U-Substitutions or The Chain Rule can compute you, cool?

When I do my duty, every cutey pops and shakes their booty.
You just lose 'em, so they call the true to come do it to 'em.
Do I groove 'em? Yes I do. Who they booing? Must be you.
Seek the truth, and respect it soon as it's proven to you.

It behooves of you Junior to listen or you'll feel the boom.
I'll impugn you then improve you, too. That's just what I do.
Should I excuse you, leave you to ruin in ignorant doom?
You've been beaten and buried alive, now let me exhume.

In this room of deluded prudes, let me be your muse.
Using sutures I'm stitching you up, but still you are bruised.
Though usually shooting through dudes like prune anal lube,
I'll be smoothie, just oozing on down and soothing your wounds.


From: http://freestylerap.forumakers.com/t1448p15-never-ending-rapp-batle

Let's Get It.

Let's get it,... split it,... rip it to it's very outer limits.
I'm 'bout about my shit as if I'm fuckin' with No Limit.
Gimmicks... diminish... replenish with the slickest shit.
Pick a bitch at random, peel 'em till I get 'em to exit.

My wrist... twitches... when I... lie idle for a bit.
Tension builds until the will to kill is testing all my wit.
Repented, demented thoughts sift from brain into the spirit,
Spit it quick and unrelenting till they're beggin' me to quit it.

Shit,..... even I fear it...... It's scary being me.
Patiently waiting for the day my people will carry me,
and gladly speak of the man... that began... eternal sleep,
faggot freak who spat wickedly unique, paternal creep.

Don't go weepin' just yet, 'cause your boy is still all on it
with that flame at the ready for them petty boys who want it.
My shit's all on the table. It's that royal flush, so I flaunt it.
Niggas ghost when I flow, so this site is eerily haunted.


From: http://freestylerap.forumakers.com

Weapons

No weapon was recommended, so it's just my own choice.
I'm killing niggas with this rap shit, so I'll use my own voice.
Fuck a boy up with this verbage and vocab yo' boy employs
till the congregation in this bitch stand up and just rejoice.

Lyrics so hot melt the Devil, so bright that Jesus wear shades.
I'm the gayest to have sprayed like this, victims constantly laid.
Yeah the pun is all intended in "laid." My bed is made.
Rave's the envy of grenades. Roaches clear out when I Raid.


from http://freestylerap.forumakers.com/t40p15-weapons-cypher#6078

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.


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