Freestyle anyone?

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104

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yo i want to do some online rappin if anyone want to have an online battle lets hear you type some flows
 
lets ryhyme, for i aint got the time, to wait to someone to grow a spine and spit just one line, i now i must rise to the mic and some how show all you the light, in order to have a desent online fight.

!104-4-life!
 
your fucking retarded, ill beat that easy

i like butter and pancakes bitches! i put syrup on my but so what! when i whip i use my hand like the people in afghaniskan! I GET MORE PUSSY THEN A LITTER BOX!!!
 
cool school fool dool zool aool bool eool gool hool iool jool kool lool mool nool oool pool qool rool sool tool uool vool wool xool yool- beat it bitches
 
corny but

104 asked me if he did good

i said NOOOOOOO

want to know who did worse

that corny nigga snowblow

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh

haha more like a poem
 
there's a cult for this already, and use the search bar "noob,"

is that you doing the numa numa dance i just watched on you tube?

it's not a fuckin freestyle when u got time to think,

it's only a freestyle in person, watching your opponent try not to blink.

so let's take it to the street, club, or wherever you want,

i got rhymes real thick, you're flaky like a croissant.

i got more if u like it
 
bob got shot in da what!?! in da head....yeahhhhh then he got some read!@!! some what!! read!!! full of lead!!! in his what!?!! his head!!
 
and let me make this clear now so no feelings are hurt.

if i say anything offensive or make fun of you or something, i'm seriously kidding, so don't get like mad or something. im not the kind of kid that would actually like "battle" i just can't make fun of people.
 
dodge the pitfalls of monotonous compliance

a loud voice shatters every single significant silence

ahead of the violence, behind the times

shake the strife of the science that categorizes the lines

call me crazy, I'd rather be, the sane are all boring

forget the troubles let go because even falling is soaring

in a way, anyway i realize only real eyes see through the real lies

a fake face makes the greatest disguise

so hide your feelings no one wants to see them anyway

besides, it's bright enough to see fine during the day

the trees- so curiously they sway

mother nature, her branches symbolize her dismay

it goes a tisket a tasket

it all went to hell in a green and yellow basket

eeeeeee wey!

 
i wrote that the other day actually, so technically it's not a freestyle but i did write it in under 5 minutes
 
yo your poser skiing pussy's

man your flows be so mushy.

ya'll white

i guess thats ight

just dont be frontin it on my mountain

cuz bitch this aint a chagrin,

i rap for real,

you bought your rhymes at 711 for a steal,

 
butt poo, hell no you didnt,

i dont think you know who i be,

i own what this be,

you think your fresh in the rap game,

our rhymes are from 06

learend all from the flicks,

guess what nigga Radio aint gangstah,

i hear your flow its retarted ,

same noise you make when your on our girlfriend

OPGHD{:"GL"HJD"LS"JSGDG,

shit son give up
 
niggaz be slangin in ther pantyhoez

i be gangbangin in ma brand new clothes

i gotta car, i gotta truck

niggaz alwayz askin "who da fuck?"

frankenberry bitch, i be runnin this game

and dontchu forget ma newschool name

my rhymes are simple, my beatz are tight

i got the flow that keepz ya sista up all night

bumpity bumpity bumpity boo

im that nigga who be cookin beef stew

you drop a dime, i drop a line

thats how i be rollin since the beginnin of time

you be thinkin 'man this shitz wack"

but i bet you don't carry crack in a pack

i bet you don't stack the crack

i bet you don't laugh when i about to smack

nigga frankenberry, i say it again

you can ask your buddiez you can ask your friendz

cuz i'm that nigga rollin in the drop top benz

 
I guess i'll write a little rhyme, instead of doing math,

"Keith don't slack again, you don't wanna go down that path."

They told me to stay focused, and concentrate on a goal,

Instead i'm left here now, digging into a deeper hole.

I only like school for the girls, I stare and they stare back,

Sure I could get great grades, but motivation's what i lack.

So i just sit here everyday, staring into the monitor screen.

I don't like school or work, i'm just like every other teen.

Everyday i wait to find that lucky four leaf clover,

But all i can hear in the distance is 'Lil Flip tellin me "Game Over."

seriously i have so much math hw and i just wasted like 2 minutes doing this instead

 
for gods sake i dont understand why all you bitches be fakeing

you clearley dont get it that i spit the rhyems and get the chetta

i am not to nice with the flow but i hope you know i spit the fire like a blow toarch it chars and schorches all you

and your rhyems are all elementy so i might have to take you to school dont you niggs know who i am its GNUSTREETFOOL

 
Yo, the names rob, I like corn on the cob, I aint no slob, dont call me bob, I wish I had a job, I just broke the door knob, my dad got killed by the mob, Id love a nice shishka-bob
 
yo rob is it true you like to slob on guys nobs?

thats not cool but i aint hatin is it true are you dating other guys and is it true do you like ture butt mud pies?
 
Yo gnustreetfool, youre a tool, I like corn on a cob, not guys sweaty knobs, If you like talkin bout that, talk to your mutt, because my dog just screwed it up the butt.
 
haha yo i dont have a dog but if i did i bet you and him wouldnt get along

he also would rap better than you and i might just name mini gnustreetfoo

i would go on but the libary is closing
 
big daddy mac it's the new frank black

you think your rhymes are original

i think your rhymes are hella wack

mothahfuckahs think they run the internet

but all the cats on here is what i disrespect

frankenberry baby you better learn the name

cuz i'll probably get banned and it won't be the same

reprezent the jackson 5 and just like james brown, i'm stayin alive

bitches on my nutz while i smack em in the face

cuz i don't mind puttin bitches in their place

you tryin to wonder what's on my mind

time, crime, and the way the beat with chime

this is my last line like the last dance turn

but all you niggaz will alwayz be dirty wormz

 
Yeah i guess ill free style,

for you that means,down the dial,

Pick up your board,

lets go,

gear up and jump,

how we flo,

My snowbording skills dont glo,

Free stylin is my sho,

and i even got a fro,

i just gota let you kno,

now lets go back and rewind that,

i would realy love to see one ya'll grind that,

im TheBigE and now you know,

skat!
 
Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke

Throw you in a choke - gun smoke, gun smoke

Concept_dude for mayor, the rap slayer

The hooker layer - motherfucker say your prayers

Hail Mary full of grace.. smack the bitch in the face;

Take her Gucci bag and the North Face

Off her back, jab her if she act

Funny with the money oh you got me mistaken honey

I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper

The Visa, kapeesha? I'm out like, "The Vapors"

Who's the one you call Mr. Macho, the head honcho

Swift fist like Camacho, I got so

Much style I should be down wit the Stylistics

Make up to break up niggaz need to wake up

Smell the indonesia; beat you to a seizure

Then fuck your moms, hit the skins til amnesia

She don't remember shit! Just the two hits!

Her hittin the floor, and me hittin the clits!

Suckin on the tits! Had the hooker beggin for the dick

And your moms ain't ugly love; my dick got rock quick

I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown

I was Humpin Around and Jumpin Around
 
all you bitches are biting and spiting shit thats pre written

i straight up disrespect all you pussy kittens like you were woman hitting

not cool and not right despite all you bitches i am the only one to take flight with the rhyme skillz i am crazy like peeps over doseing on pills and i dont make any money to pay the chetta but i still get by and dont even think to deny it
 
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