Free Style

give your keyboards a rest, this is the lyrical apocalypse,when I send your a$$ to heaven give my man 2pac a kissyou can pop the Cris, I'd rather smoke a joint of this,close your lips, and spread your legs cutie, I'll whip it out, work it up, and straight put it in your booty, pull it out, wipe it off, it still smell like doodie

I squeeze my nine 12 times for each year of your pathetic lives
 
you didnt freestyle that,you copied and pasted that

'Now, I'm lubing up the little toy car so, I can put it in my bum' - Ryan Dunn
 
This shit is all fun and games until your hypocratic campaign came out calling me names. You are of underground fame, but I find you inane. Your rhymes are mundane; pollute like acid rain. Are you insane? Plagiarism I disdain! While you b!tch and complain, I'm sitting in Spain, sipping champagne, doing cocaine, raking in more green than the Wal-Mart chain. You should rot in hell with Saddam Hussein, Devilrape induced hemorrhoids are causing you pain, and there’s no PreparationH for your inflamed rectal veins. Unlike your prejudice ball and chain, thats disgusting like a sewer main, my open mind does not confine, but gives my rhymes free reign. Therefore I can rise to a higher plane, and attain a status urbane.

I squeeze my nine 12 times for each year of your pathetic lives
 
hey j, that was aight, wasnt tight but it didnt bite.but me you see im laying it down from a small town, got no underground, dog pound wiggers dont come round. keepin it real we dont have to steal to get a feel for tha shitty deals hard life and no sweet wheels....someone else should keep the freestyle going eh??

 
Rollin in my olds i was lookin at some mold

...On the dashboard.

I pulled up to the light and got flashed and I was like TIGHT!

My girlfriend told me to shove my skis up my ass
 
Yo J its time to enter the hot seat, sit back its time you take the heat. your rhymes are good but still incomplete. dawg you can't compete. my styles solid as concrete, its time your beat, you bitch retreat and just admit defeat.

'Coach, I think I broke my dick.'

-Anthony Boronowski
 
yo, when i met your moms i was like, BOOM, i wanna, bang you to the, moon, grab your hair like your a, coon, then stick it in your, poon, i just want to fuck it, never stop, just keep on humpin, pumpin, all the iron in the gym, so i can get slim, for that bitch named little kim, who drops the ill beats, as i rub a beat, with my meat, creatin all the heat, that goes away, as soon as i say, hey, lay off the button 'play'

-Craig (a.k.a. Boner)

the challenge is to be yourself in a world that is trying to make you like everyone else
 
you freezy try this trick, you can hum on my massive thick dick, dont try to rhyme back slick you fucking homo, you've been beatin once too many times with the ugly stick.

'Coach, I think I broke my dick.'

-Anthony Boronowski
 
You think you gots tha gorrilla steeze? You be more like a chimpanzee.

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A friend will help you move.

A really good friend will help you move a body.

Bombing for Peace is like Screwing for Virginity.
 
fuc.k all you biters smellin bullshi.t like bullfighters- saving your 401k plan for when you retire like a liar. you can bet you lost all my respect and i aint even trying to forget- you sealed your fate. checkmate youre a move too late. im a pirate, i tap a keg with my wooden leg. stick a peg in your iris to spread my carribean pirate virus. the warriors shot cyrus in that movie older than papyrus. im going to get this virtual paper published as a paperback. as a matter of fact, ill find a magic marker black and sign the back before you can react. your sister sells crack? that aint no way for a lady to act. talk to the bitc.h, make an impact. my big dic.k gets stiff from bigger whiffs of the biggest spliff. Im the cracker that the brothers wanna kick it with. but you know this, im the king of justice, just call me sire, step into my office bitch youre fucking fired.

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I squeeze my nine 12 times for each year of your pathetic lives

 
fuck that homes i was never hired, your finished bitch, old and tired, you'll never reach the skill desired, never learn what i've acquired, you'll always yearn to be disered, your just uninspired. you can't spit whats required, to impress, you can't possess the skill to progress, i'm ill nonetheless. the situation let me assess, have you been owned.....YES

'Coach, I think I broke my dick.'

-Anthony Boronowski
 
I come with the style of micheakel deshanoux

but i lay it down on the Mic instead of the snow

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THE POWER IS YOURS

Our world is in peril. Gaia, the Spirit of the Earth, can no longer stand the terrible destruction plagueing our planet. She sends five magic rings to five special young people: Kwame, from Africa, with the power of Earth. From North America, Wheeler, with the power of Fire. From Eastern Europe, Linka, with the power of Wind. From Asia, Gi, with the power of Water. And from South America, Ma-Ti, with the power of Heart. When the five powers combine, they summon Earth's greatest champion, Captain Planet!

 
My styles fresh like a pack of dentine ice

when u others are simmilare like grains of rice

Time to feed all u grains to a pack of mice

Or maby ill finish u with a deadly slice

Leave u itching your head like u got lice

Im respect like the all mighty jesue chirste

Your desrespect like a bitchy 10th grade dike

Come back and talk when yoru style is more ripe

Cuz right now your shit is way over priced

ummm ya i feel gay for even trying

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THE POWER IS YOURS

Our world is in peril. Gaia, the Spirit of the Earth, can no longer stand the terrible destruction plagueing our planet. She sends five magic rings to five special young people: Kwame, from Africa, with the power of Earth. From North America, Wheeler, with the power of Fire. From Eastern Europe, Linka, with the power of Wind. From Asia, Gi, with the power of Water. And from South America, Ma-Ti, with the power of Heart. When the five powers combine, they summon Earth's greatest champion, Captain Planet!

 
Professor J is fuckin gay i know him in real life/

he might act tough,ive only seen him in one fight/

isn't it right your weight was more than the kid's twice/

and plus joel he was like 12 years old/

im here to put an end to all the lies you told/

like how you never write rhymes, you take from other sites/

your fake ninja skills are weak in spite of riots i incite/

he wants respect so he takes lines off the net/

posts them then he's set to get respect from NS vets/

he excuse is that he regrets hes not good enough yet/

i told him i'd write this 'please dont' he moaned/

dont worry joel, 911's been phoned/

to take your name off the site cuz you've just been pwned/

just cuz i dissed him tommorrow he'll be pissed at me/

he knows exactly who i am, to you its just a mystery/

oh ya he always tries kissin me, just another reason why this imposter should be history/

this is the embarrasment of gettin pantsed, enhanced/

by the # of rhymes you stole, you lost your chance/

he's obsessed, but he's no good at paintball/

his downfall is he weighs a lot but he aint tall/

 
My Penis is a genius

only fucking the finest

Find an ugly hore and it will deny it

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THE POWER IS YOURS

Our world is in peril. Gaia, the Spirit of the Earth, can no longer stand the terrible destruction plagueing our planet. She sends five magic rings to five special young people: Kwame, from Africa, with the power of Earth. From North America, Wheeler, with the power of Fire. From Eastern Europe, Linka, with the power of Wind. From Asia, Gi, with the power of Water. And from South America, Ma-Ti, with the power of Heart. When the five powers combine, they summon Earth's greatest champion, Captain Planet!

 
that was like worst then my stuff and im just a dumb kid from montreal that cant spell or rap... just board so put down some stuff that came to my french head

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THE POWER IS YOURS

Our world is in peril. Gaia, the Spirit of the Earth, can no longer stand the terrible destruction plagueing our planet. She sends five magic rings to five special young people: Kwame, from Africa, with the power of Earth. From North America, Wheeler, with the power of Fire. From Eastern Europe, Linka, with the power of Wind. From Asia, Gi, with the power of Water. And from South America, Ma-Ti, with the power of Heart. When the five powers combine, they summon Earth's greatest champion, Captain Planet!

 
Yo neil your style is about as fresh as a pile of trash while my style brings in honeys and cash the proffessor J in the house as a lot to learn like how to freestyle and wait for his turn.

--Dirty Steeze--
 
The prof has some sick rhymes but spits twice in a row learn some patience you stupid ho, j's style is sick but sloppy you've got to many rhymes whos work did you copy? your rhymes are nothing but jibber and jabber you should cut your verses down and save room in the gabber this isnt an essay writing thread so keep your verses short please my rhymes are from concentrate with a whole lot of steeze.

--Dirty Steeze--
 
^^ J's rhymes are fiction, but you're a rhymin contradiction/you posted twice, check your own diction/ you disobeyed your own inscription/I'm on a mission to take all your manhoods like circumcision/ i have the power of nuclear fission/and in addition i have you wishin you could be this consistent it's like tradition/ when i rhyme, cuz since the first time i wrote a line this thread's been mine/

 
i ignite rhymes on site this bitch takes all fucking night/ copy and paste and you might post something tight/ until then you're just a waste of life.

 
all you bitches cant put words together/

if this was a title fight youd be lightweight like feather/

my styles clash and smash while yours give you a diper rash/

you cant fuck with this joint im still making my point/

ill be freestylin all the time spitting out words to crush your rhyme/

i spit more game on the phone than you do when your at home yelling at mommy and giving your daddy the bone/

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'Pure, like a cup of virgin blood mixed with 151, one sip will make a nigga flip' nas

'Did you ever think that you would be this rich, did you ever think that you would have these hits, did you ever think that i'd flash the nine and walk off with your shit like its mine' 50
 
yo yea yo yoy yo check it yo yo dawg dropa beat yo yo yea lets get this started yea yea word yo... i wanna participate in this game there aint no shame but. ya'll be like word and i be like bird cuz ma i a rapper a street balla yo holla rap is crap so dont strap yo phones on if u gotta listen to his booza and bitches cuz it makes me twitches. yall dont mess cuz i a true da thuga gizzangsta ya wangsta bo bangsta WORD

 
...really, i gotta say iam glad you exist, cause if there wasnt there'd be no one to make fun of and dis....with money and cash and weed and fame all as lame as Africans with Italian names...change the strategy, i stand firm without full niggers backin me...stack Gs if you will, but if you got the skills of knowledge this is how we keep it real...

www.spyder.com

'save the trees, wipe your ass with an owl!'

'Micheal Jackson was born a black man and will die a white woman'

'how many snowboarders does it take to screw in a ghtbulb?..............10, 1 to do it, 9 to say that they can do that.'

 
Don't you just want to grave fags like rapmaster dave, this kid is just a white slave stealing beats from my electromagnetic wave, this is madhatter shatterin up rap master dave and serving him to his mom on a platter, I am here to stay so rapmaster dave if I were you I would PRAY!!

 
take some red sand throw it out in the air, rip of a flair in the u-ditch, before u

you go down switch from a huge cliff landing on your neck! thinking o why when im in Breck?

[do_0b]

 
dave your such a little b!tch, you still wet the bed/if we had wanted shit from you, we'd have squeezed your head/youre dumb enough to think that you own this whole thread?/well you've just been overthrone by the renegade bigred/you cant remain calm/cuz my lyrical bombs/are raining down on your head/by the time im done/you'll have suffered and bled/your face so messed up/you'll have to be spoonfed!

most guys like the pink/but you love the male stink/is it any wonder you asked/if flowers could think?/you moan and graon when youre getting the bone/ and ive just labeled you pwned/ with indelable ink!

ooooo pwnzorred

 
yo its a beatiful country of what u eat is what u r then i guess im a pussie isnt that bizzare im like that dude on aladin named jafar cuz i want to kill everyone on this is that taking it to far if it is then ill give u a nice scar brake a bottle over ur face in the bar mother fucker cry to ur mom

 
big red pj and madhatter have gay sex/

crush them all in a minute then ask whos next/

got you vexed,you can write but my rhymes are correct/you cant free your skill is imaginary actually/ i kill you scary when i put it factually/ i could win with both hands backwardly/ hit you so rapidly you wake and ask what happened to me/ i cause muscle atrophy, im winning and nobodys backin me/ my verse is fully furnished, you read and get heated cuz the verse is exothermic/ my words are bullets and my mouth is the turret/put all your your rhymes together and stir it, might be worth it/

 
Ok OK... havent been around in a while. This dave homo thinks he has mad style, and he must be fuckin retard if he thinks he owns this pile, when im done with this pussy he'll be puking up bile, so let me tell u a true story about this fagget one time, some fine hunny lets her tits open and fly, meanwhile dave is in the corner covering his eyes!, i tell u no lie, he practically crawled up and cried, it thought he died and when she did it again he screamed out WHY! Ill tell u another one next time but for the moment i must close and say goodbye

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I squeeze my nine 12 times for each year of your pathetic lives

 
i know something that makes big reds credibility fade/ this is a site for skiers but you just snowblade/ professor j ask mills to make the thread to display/ skills that he didn't create, i hate/ people like madhatter, bitch rise like cake batter, and give me an ovation/ i loath the day of your creation/ im runnin out of patience, you all pretend your black but skin colour is opposite of haitians/

 
that story's fake just like everything you post/

i got so much heat your skins about to roast, burnt like toast/ ive got the most skill i own the place like a host/ when j comes near girls are grossed/

 
Alright.. they may be grossed but thats cuz u follow me wherever i go, so let me tell u another story about this sorry ho, he drowns his faggoty fruit drinks with h2o! no joke, a 1 - 10 ratio, and his rat face still cringes at the taste, he deserves to be maced but thats after i bust a nut in his face and put him in a neck brace, this girls a disgrace and a waste of space, and he doesnt make these rhymes up in a haste, he told me it takes him all damn day! i can make mine without delay, sorry dave but your being eaten away. O and i must say that not one word is a lie, if u dont believe im sure madhatter, mills, and big red can testify, goodbye

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I squeeze my nine 12 times for each year of your pathetic lives

 
thats sick, the only way your jizz would stick/ is if you whipped out your small dick/

plus i write rhymes quick, and dont use a dic/

tionary - scary isn't it you better stay wary/ not all after noon i write them soon after/ i witness your disaster, i snap faster/ you love when guys dump the sickness in the crapper/ this bitch wants a cracker/ it's apparent, he's just a parrott, reciting lines with no merit/ plus you can't compare it to this/ hes sees a rhymes then snatch, just like that, i made a wound you can't patch/ this is a mis-match, didnt you catch, the coolers was just a joke, can't beleive you had to ask/ hey pbnation called they want their shit back/ i whip stacks of ill lines, so this thread is still wine/ doesn't take more than a dime worth of minutes/ for me to spin this tale that lets me win this/

 
Listen up you fools Madhatter is back and ready to rule, look at big red he thinks he's cool/hey everyone I think we should tell him he is nothing but a tool/this one time at the ski hill he went off the table and took a big spill/trying a 360 he broke his wrist/ now at the hill he no longer exist/the snowblades flyin through the air/ made everyone stop and stare/he hit the ground with a pound/ so hard it turned his wrist the other way around/ the funny thing is that no one cared and everyone pretended they were visually impaired/ that is all for now big red, I bet right now you wish you were dead

 
haha its true, big red is a fool/ this snow blader doesn't belong on new school/ we should make a rule, you can't have faggot skiis the size of shoes/ or at least be able to do tricks/ this prick fell and broke his wrist like a thin stick/

his bones are pussy, dont push me, or ill make your whole body mushy/ wouldn't take much, your broke a bone with such a small twist/ that table was pussy your pain to me would be an itch, you bitch/ ask hatter or mills, i take bad spills on the hills/ get up and go without casts or pills/ plus mine are way worse, my skills have you cursed/ do the shit i do and you'll leave in a hearse/ i rank first, you're so pussy that my words hurt/ you get a scratch and call for a nurse/

 
yo dave bitch you be crawlin like tortise, my rhymes petrify and cause rigomortis, its gunna take you an hour to sort this, but nonetheless i better start my philosophy, you wanna eneter my mind? better start psychology, you fuckin bitch think your some white prodigy, your fallin quickly and strugglin to stay alive, your rhymes are boring while mine hypnotize, no one will care if u commit suicide, in fact it would do this thread some good to see you go bye bye, my rhymes dance circles around u, you cant comply. think next time before u hit reply. You think your some fresh free kid, Didnt feel my touch? well at least your mom did.

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I squeeze my nine 12 times for each year of your pathetic lives

 
j get your dick outta my ass/ all your rhymes are vs me thats low class/ end your mc life the flags at half mast/ i laugh last, the spell is cast/ against this h potter look alike/ maybe you can write better than me, psych/ this time im much more focused when i wrote this/ im eat full time rhymes yours is just a snack list hostess/ your rhyme skills are atrocious/ you're just the grossest rhymer ever, and this endeavour/ blast you with lines that are clever/ i go on forever, when will i stop, never/

 
Alrigth rapmaster dave where should i begin? how about start with your rumple foreskin/ and this isn't about how your cocks so thin/ Prof. J tells no lies, about little pussy dave hiding his eyes/ we were all there when the tities did fly, i think a piece of every guy dies, when faggot like dave only get a rise, when other men spread their thighs. But the story from new years is more of a disgrace, we were all drinkin beers, but daves was replaced with some vex that was chased, but when he was faced he claimed he could out drink the place. Later her was caught mixin coolers with juice, your damn right the homo took some abuse, dave you pussy ther is no excuse, so when you try to sound tuff on this internet thread, every one will know they have been mislead, for the truth has been spoke and your image is dead, its time the word is spread. Now when you see old davey rap, know that he's wearing GAP and and his cocks covered in crap, that bitch should be slapped, cock sucker should be capped, hey dave why are your lips chapped, maybe its from all the ass juice you lapped.

'Coach, I think I broke my dick.'

-Anthony Boronowski
 
alright first things first, dave i quench your thirst with my penis on 6 shot burst, ill skull fuck your sorry head before the second verse. i dont know who keeps score among these post whore but the score is bitches - 0 Professorj - 4, this thread has like 40 replies by the same guy so who else can i fry? dave our examination cause MC degradation, i try to be patient but your rhymes need replacement, in the name of entertainent i must beat u to the pavement so save it

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I squeeze my nine 12 times for each year of your pathetic lives

 
your stories are fabrications, especially ones about guy relations/ why do you know the detail about gay sensations/ cuz that's what you think about while masterbatin/ i was debating on why everybody's hating/ then i realized it's jealousy of the rhymes that i'm making/ i deserve an ovation, rise up like a cake bakin/ they get help from the net and claim its their creation/ i didn't stare at those tits cuz it wasn't a bitch/

it was a male, you loved it while i turned pale/ it wasn't a ho, just a guy in need of a bro/

so now you know the real story, to mills and j im sorry/ that im hard core see, from the brain to the feet/ now i'll be discrete cuz your arguments weak/ my worst line will defeat you at your peak/ fuck weak liquor, at that party mills a chick kissed you but you wouldn't stick her/ your a homo thats why you dissed her/ pulled a switcher, drank a pitcher of juice outta matts pisser/ while drinkin light corona, about 4 proof/ the only reason he couldn't walk - he got his ass loosed/ mine was straight vodka looks like i caught ya/ do the arithmetic dick, 40 by 4, mines 10 times more/ you can't ignore how much more alcohol i was in for/ he couldn't drink regular beer cuz of the strong taste/ nice excuse but that shit on your lips wasn't paste/ you're a waste of existence/ to your weak verses im listenin, for a real dissin/ lies are a sin when you're a christian/ so go see the preacher, your the coming attractions but im the main feature/

 
j your claim to fame is deafeating lames/ then i came, put you to shame, and maintained/ your rhymes are all the same/ how you gonna hurt me, by punchin the mainfraim/ i bring pain like wu-tang, my skills are precision aimed/ i charge this bitch with words like he's being arraigned/

im the arsonist and you just got flamed/ i get inside your mind and maim both hemispheres of your brain/ you keep thinking about my lines till you believe your schizophrenic/ my name spreads like an epidemic, im too academic/ to need rhymin sites for words before i send this/ you threw some punch lines but they missed/

 
I think I'd rather go and chew on my own cud

than read some rhymes as wack as cousinly love

I'm done but you can keep going if you want wearing your daddy's one white glove

And another thing, wasn't 8 Mile like the best movie ever. Like Totally!

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Don't be WACK

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