Yes! Its heating up!
love you like a brother from another mother. respect.
“Like a button mushroom” lol!!
Wow, go spend the day with nature and look what I miss.
Respect guys, I wouldn’t know where to start
Was really expecting that to at least rhyme, guess you didn’t have the time
I don’t do rap, I’d rather take a nap
Can’t be doing wid no rhyming slime.
Cus no Cate I ain’t got the time.
What you talking about
Sitting over there
I got your back my brother
I really really do care
So come on over here my sisters
Let’s make our journey count
So let’s have eachothers backs together
And let’s walk without our doubts.
If you hear voices…
Oh, it’s just a matter of your choices…
I was just three when I made my first friend…
Nobody could see her but she had MY hand…
Walked me to school and kept me safe…
Cause this cruel world, even at home can be a damn ugly place…
Through all the drinkin, druggin, workin and rushin straight through year’s…
Like life’s some kind of race to be filled with , fears and tears…
Just to go home one day to a much better place…
Some call me crazy for believing in HIS Saving Grace…
Well for me it’s really all one in the same…
God told me late one night “if you want to win Homegirl, don’t play the game”… 🙍
Yeah, but you listen to whats not there, chick you are so lame…
Well you ain’t got no face but Peaches here you are just the same…
Friend’s those demons are sure Hell to tame…
It’s all good now… I ONLY listen to the ONE WHO CALLS ME BY MY NAME…
Let’s Rap …
wow took a pretty lady to come here and save me from words that are tryin to degrade me, she’s a three quarters half and up for a laugh and I’m hoping that she understands me, your talkin my language when your not talkin sandwich then you blew me like an over used light switch, I was left in the dark shot in the heart tore my mind apart didn’t know where to start, now I’m reading your rhymes vigilante got crimes a sign of the times that you come here and totally ground me.
A rap battle? Y’all ain’t ready,
This isn’t some weak rescued rhyme about some edible food like your mom’s spaghetti.
Your palms are sweaty?
We’re all addicts here so it should I be know it’s cause of the cooked, cut lines of roll bills of twenties.
One foot in the rehab while posting about how soberitys better,
Keep reciting the same words while detoxing chills run down your spine, better put on your sweater.
Cat, sat, fat, hat
Who you dissin? This the wrong tree you chose to piss in - What, you got some brain cells missing? Didnt you listen before or was it my ass you been to busy kissin?
Fuck the days…fuck the cliches, and the craz-y hazes and the phasy gazes into nothing when the cravings hit and you be getting lazy…it amazes me…how you be spitting your lips and talkin shit and hitting the lyrics but you ain’t slinging it like I be singing it yo,
Drop the mic, you heard me right - get back to yo kitchen, cook me up a lyric and pull up a seat for yo most literate critic.
This wins all the points. Pick your cheech.
Well stand tall you big monkey cos it’s time to get funky when ya days get to 50 you inspire and lift me, ain’t no shootin you down head hits the ground so beat cos I’m diggin the sound of your pound, respect.
yeah see I got you listnin that wind your in is the one I’m pissin in wet feet step up let’s meet I’ll cook you up a treat, what you likin ain’t got no time for fightin just got the bbq lightin, wanna burger I heard ya grab a cow call me a murderer ain’t got no time for vegetarians I’ll keep that shit for the veterinarians dumb hounds stroking pussy like it’s goin out of fashion grab a stool ya fool and let’s mend it befriend it or end it.
who in their right mind would rap rhyme “vegetarian” and “veterinarian”
exactly, at what point did I ever claim to be in my right mind I’m more M&Ms than Eminem.
All this rap is messing with my chi. I need some death metal lol
yes I agree, I am now officially as good as Eminem and I’ve never rapped in my life. 8 mile? only needed a short jog.
Stake your claim
Against my impossible reign.
Stay away from my lyrics
as if they cocaine.
Cheech to my Chong
Ya lyrics too long.
Start getting it shorter
Bring your lyrics into order.
Like watching a baby walk
Like listenening to a baby talk.
Ain’t your chicken little
I am your chicken hawk.
Time for me to act the sage
Ts’s raps are the forums rage.
Find someone your speed like silly DresdenLapage.
Then lose yourself with your spaghetti in a cast iron cage.