This is bar one, I'm bar none, the best.
All of my niggers can attest
That's end rhyme, my punches are said to end life
I Dole out pain like stanzas, not bananas
I dabble in the arts like a dollop of daisy,
Fuck yeah man that sour cream alliteration is crazy,
My bitch be like Edgar Allen the way she
Back that assonance up.
And if you don't believe me, I'll 575 hike you
Into the air, motherfucker, I swear.
My wit be like Walt...man
To the lyrics and the flow, I am a sultan.
And it is your brain I'll be assaultin'.
I'm speaking metaphorically, not using like or as,
Cause I don't like yo' ass.
So step the fuck off son, this is poetry rap!
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You're tellin' me to back off
ReplyDeletebut in Germany they call me the 'Hoff.
'Cause I be hasslin' bitches all day.
You be threatenin' attack,
but you better watch your back.
'Cause I play rough, son
and gettin' beat by me ain't no fun.
you might think i'm a bitch
ReplyDeletebut i'm not a dumb ho
so take your lines and
snort them up slow
you think you're real cool
cuz you be rhymin all day
well let me tell you
thug poetry's gay
hmmm
ReplyDeleteyes i think you're a bitch, on my toes you are stepping,
so next time you post on this blog watch the shit that you're reppin
its okay. when you dissed, you were probably high,
all that shit that's amiss in your scattered mind.