Pathetic hypocrites; when i said i was a master writer, I "meant" it.

do all of you consider this rap, in my mind im thinking id better keep it up,snap,crackle to the pop,a scientific aroma is about to lift off, and topple all of you rap insignificants back to the end of hop to the start of hip (hiphop). im going to imodel, and mind boggle your entire infrastructure and turn it around to the back of my first throttle,crush you flat like a bottle'of coka'cola roll ya over like a tumblin boulda and beat you till you bruise,rought hell, like i did to my very first slave mo-DEL.its over completely,i already deplet'ed thee,roasted your cerebreal ,with a beam laser,to a seed,you werent even close to beating me from then end of defeat to the beginning of succession, ive already perplexed'this rhyme past the vines of wisdom 20 times over with carosine to the end of the flames that sparkle this line like the end of a movie in its very'last closing scene,like its end im going to rapture the seem of your heart,rip it out,cut its vascularity,implore a new invention like micheal farrade(faraday).

i dont think any of you really understand, the rephremand in the ink to the sync'hronization,from the pen to the paper, to the keyboard to my hand;ive battled the best desperatley, overtly, in a ovular shape, ive turned them over remotely,"paste'd"drew them a knew face and overly formed them into a new design creatively(you can all just blow me) i went from poet to rapper in 5 years, i remember from the last of january to the end of december,shrouded in fear to step up' and deliver my mastery over the art of the rhyme,shivering indeed, but at the end of this line,yo wont even be able to steer your mind around wired weird twist'of the turn and mist of this sign.

i thought this website was supposed to be for the rappers glory,what a f*****g story,whatever happened to real rappers,guess the termites took em away...wait;f**k it,it all bores me.ill write something about you all,take your mind and your lines,reinvigorate them all,write and type all that you can,read of the master poets then flush your s**t down a urenal stall.you couldnt defeat me, if i held my best words behind me in a sequel of rap battlers full of billions of filled seats,in fact id spit my worst,in'a whirl-wind of hurls"retreat" and then ill curl my tongue in a hunch and delete every single one of you,take the sound out;i already reaped the reaper and stunted your weak beats.now tell me this isnt lyric'ally' the best little sweet f****n treat youve ever f****n re'read a million times ate and licked it again because it was too sour and still to ill to spill,speak, tweak or re f****n' re-tweet.

this is too f*****g pathetic, i thought you could connect it, one syllable to the next one,i think your tongue needs a clinic. now i know im too mean and too apathetic, well what the f**k did you suspect, did you expect a kinesthetic synthetic f**k of the mill,sympathetic schizophrenic? i think your still stuck in the end of the first word of finish,but i know since your tongues still twisted to speak or listen,ill go ahead and sharpen this line, water it down and get it rinsed in.but hey my teeth arent too bent in like your mouth is when its spittin'a rap, with no crowd applauding you,not clapping at all,you walk off the stage and start whimpin and whimpering like the stage just collapsed,fell to the abyss of your loss,but hey its not my fault youre a f****n simpleton(all of you get the f**k out of here)

Now go ahead and usher in the monstrous kings of this site,i know their gods'an all flustered to the bite,but hell they might' as well just introduce themselves to me,muster, might up and arouse themselves some up and get ready to fight.Now listen up'i know you all would just consider me a one timer,but go ahead and sew a line of linen around my mind'yeah,turn me around a thousand times so that perhaps you can win this one,re-wind my words,and try to find them(there meaning)

i want you all to know how to hone, the skills of the zone,like breaking the thrills of the master of the royalty and smashing in his bones,bust open his bleakly inked undertone,swing your words around his silently ,and when he falls to the lowly ground of nothingness,kick and press his words slowly until he moans groaning, like hes been microwaved in a f*****g bowl of rice and a packet of macaroni.