this is too easy

[I drop rhymes]

yo check out my ill freestlye
on this west coast key style
faggot rappers leave the popo on speed dial
an my lyrics'll make ya go senile
when i bust in the room
got the heads bouncin in tune
then u come in an they start booin
shit.. u look like a motha fuckn bafoon
get off the stage u wack mc
u dont got the ligitimacy
to step to a tight mc like me
u like a diaper dandy fuckn wit an o.g.
when u spit all u get is fuckn pity
you aint even a pussy.. just a kitty
clamin that ur inner-city
tryn to pack heat like p-diddy
when i bust through all i hear is "oh no, not this wigga again"
same white boy that busted that ass wit no friends
rippn the shit on the mic just cuz i can
battlin me u just cant win
im like mahammed ali was in boxin
u better hold up ya wack as lyrics
cuz aint no mothafucka who wanna hear it
my shits so good ur eyes'll start tearn
an my name is what youll be chearn
an i know its my game that you fearn
so sit down u little ass nigga
you small time.. neva pulled a trigga
u think ur shits big.. mines bigga
u think u spit fast.. im quicka
u think ur shit ill.. mines sicka
imma change the game like jigga
an i aint black so call me a wigga
i dont give a fuck like shady
fuckn ur old lady
an gettn younger ass than warren beaty
imma be kickn flows till im like eighty
now that u got schooled by the tru keystule pimp
just lay down u fuckn gimp
while i nibble some lobster an shrimp
u got a brain like a chimp
yo girl big as a blimp
my shit dont stink
an you best not blink
cuz u might miss a gesture
so i suggest ya
tape yo eyes an ears wide open
an stop dopen
an start copn
with that stank shit u call a life
while im livn a balln life
cuz im the one whos calln yo wife
she aint good lookn just gives good head
she aint give u none... guess what she said
u like it up the ass? i should fill ya wit lead
leave you faggot ass dead
u probably wear spandex an kickn the keds
like little pretty men ... all up in dreads
u got pussy waitin.... but take the dick instead
take ur man on vacation.. all out like club med
hahahahahahahahahahaha  peace

[maxi-paddy]

thas tight man
i might put sumthin down later
but i got to go out
catch
peace
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[Sikotic™]

Yo I liked the "Not this wigger again". That was funny.

[M Dogg™]

It's time to let this muthaphukka know

It's time for muthaphukkaz to understand
If anyone can, it's a Mexican
Who spits rhymes like tar juice
And who shots the club like Puffy do
You see, I ain't in to you
I'm a I.E. O.G. known for breaking fools
Well Bubba in jail molest you
I'll be in out on bail robbin' fools
You see, how can you look at me from on top of a hill
Like Ceasar Chavez, I'll starve until my people get their feel
And I'll bleed until a sick man gets his pill
And ain't no rich dude who I rob move, and that's on the real
For I never did time for I crime I did
I've been doing this too long, since I was an neglected kid
And you have the nerve to say "Not this wigga again"
Well this ese is gone beat you, until he sees red
Hold up son, lets state the facts
It took you long enough to come back
And last time I checked you have horrible rhymes
Now you come back with shit more powerful than Gemini
Tell me bitch, who's your ghostwrier
I do my shit by my lonsome, until your retired
Then go off like Nightrider
And if your on lifesupport, I'll pull this wire
Oh and why you think I got a wife
You must be confused, you so young, you don't know about life
So let me share it with you a little bit
When you turn 12 yours old, then you can hit it
Until then you can't even get an erection
And don't look at me, I'm 20 well your still steady guessing
Check it
I've lyed more hoes than you
Done more dirt than you can do
And last time I check, I'm more intercity than you
You see in Cali shit multiplies
If you bring the real, I push my shit up times 5
So stop say shit that's a lie
If your Ali, I'm Tyson and your about to die
'Cause even if I'm down, I'll bite your ear off
I'm a street muthaphukka, so don't even dare loft
And like every white dude, your rhythm is lost
But don't worry, maybe it's because the D.J. made the tune to soft
Fuck that, you'll never hear me over nothing but gangsta shit
I'm a west coast cholo who produces gangsta hits
Before suburb kids knew how to get a hip-hop party started
One bullet in your head well just leave you retarted
And I'll be honest, that bad smell was me who just farted
And you don't smell, but your pants are still brown marked
Stay off bitch I ain't even close to getting this started
Your the one whos lost 'cause his mardered

Word up, little warm up, Pleezbaleevit. Get ready for the next round BEYOTCH

[TYRIN JOHNSON]

west west ya'll