Roses are red, my name is Dave, dafuq is this rhyme?, microwave.
Originally posted by Egadd
Coming from holiest slums of Shaolin
Viceroy nicks your throat again
With an actual flow and mo'
I play it slow where the words both feminine and macho
For a certain UDY put his head up his anus
What you rappin' in, 6/8? or poetry as ignorance
Trying to blindly follow rhyme scheme til it breaks ya head
Punks try to do that to me but I go Grimdark on them
Check this flow, for it's yo downfall for real
Huddle up in your room, general tells you you're a failure
Get ticked, stroke your stache, send the peasants out the room
Scream in German, watch me drop a-bomb, AU coming to your doom
Let you repeat
Trying to hit RATM? Mm, ya missed.
I throw on the scarf, pop a bubble, read your rhymes
The trouble with the rabble you're spitting, limey reading english
No similes, no references, not cerebral
I pull a cranial exam, doctor, who loves ya?
Check this patient out, he be missing cerebellum
Reading your raps makes me livid, gonna have to drop a Tums
At least you give awful brain, you ain't making me cum
Like the placid lines you be coiling, my attitude you're spoiling
Adon, get over here, Jaguar Dive to the groin
Take you into Subspace, drop a hammer in your face
My pixel sword +9001, give it up, you can never face
Me, dropping lines like rope
King Geedorah behind me, Lord Quas smoking dope
Looks like Nancy's back, shove a flyer, 1-2 punch
500 ton elephant, Taft, don't worry, he's a bunch
Of flab, roll like Bill Candy
Candian Bacon and Snickers, Kim Jong-Il's not looking fancy
Captain, we better hang him from the mast and
blast him, we'll taking his position
Because when I drop my rhymes, I dictate them with percision
Making beats, my Roland's ready to rock
Mr. Meth shoves a heated hanger up your cock
Stop jerking off to your stupid Drake fantasies
Auto-Tune's my slave, Little Sambo's history
Originally posted by Ultradragonyoshi
sure you can rhyme but you got no flow. you better just go.
so get out my thread. come back when you don't rhyme like you're dead.
go to bed and try again. come on I'm fed up with these "raps"
It turns me red it gets me furious.
next time try to use your head. i said use your head.
At least I rhyme with flow, keep it up and your gonna be deceased.
cause when I rhyme I'm just plain beast.
I'ma win this. I don't care if I rap, or if I got to usemy fist.
Break your wrist. man I can get pissed easily. break you wrist.
dump sierra mist on you computer. wanna rap over the internet now?
You don't get a gist of what I'm sayin' you're to dumb.
Man you're gettin' dissed.
Like eminem I just spit the best verse even. and that's it.
...don't throw a fit, because I can spit this shit better.
and you're just a half wit. there's a pit in your head where there should be a brain. Now for real that's it!
sure you can rhyme but you got no flow. you better just go.
so get out my thread. come back when you don't rhyme like you're dead.
go to bed and try again. come on I'm fed up with these "raps"
It turns me red it gets me furious.
next time try to use your head. i said use your head.
At least I rhyme with flow, keep it up and your gonna be deceased.
cause when I rhyme I'm just plain beast.
I'ma win this. I don't care if I rap, or if I got to usemy fist.
Break your wrist. man I can get pissed easily. break you wrist.
dump sierra mist on you computer. wanna rap over the internet now?
You don't get a gist of what I'm sayin' you're to dumb.
Man you're gettin' dissed.
Like eminem I just spit the best verse even. and that's it.
...don't throw a fit, because I can spit this shit better.
and you're just a half wit. there's a pit in your head where there should be a brain. Now for real that's it!
Coming from holiest slums of Shaolin
Viceroy nicks your throat again
With an actual flow and mo'
I play it slow where the words both feminine and macho
For a certain UDY put his head up his anus
What you rappin' in, 6/8? or poetry as ignorance
Trying to blindly follow rhyme scheme til it breaks ya head
Punks try to do that to me but I go Grimdark on them
Check this flow, for it's yo downfall for real
Huddle up in your room, general tells you you're a failure
Get ticked, stroke your stache, send the peasants out the room
Scream in German, watch me drop a-bomb, AU coming to your doom
Let you repeat
Originally posted by punk
Break your wrist. man I can get pissed easily. break you wrist.
Trying to hit RATM? Mm, ya missed.
I throw on the scarf, pop a bubble, read your rhymes
The trouble with the rabble you're spitting, limey reading english
No similes, no references, not cerebral
I pull a cranial exam, doctor, who loves ya?
Check this patient out, he be missing cerebellum
Reading your raps makes me livid, gonna have to drop a Tums
At least you give awful brain, you ain't making me cum
Like the placid lines you be coiling, my attitude you're spoiling
Adon, get over here, Jaguar Dive to the groin
Take you into Subspace, drop a hammer in your face
My pixel sword +9001, give it up, you can never face
Me, dropping lines like rope
King Geedorah behind me, Lord Quas smoking dope
Looks like Nancy's back, shove a flyer, 1-2 punch
500 ton elephant, Taft, don't worry, he's a bunch
Of flab, roll like Bill Candy
Candian Bacon and Snickers, Kim Jong-Il's not looking fancy
Captain, we better hang him from the mast and
blast him, we'll taking his position
Because when I drop my rhymes, I dictate them with percision
Making beats, my Roland's ready to rock
Mr. Meth shoves a heated hanger up your cock
Stop jerking off to your stupid Drake fantasies
Auto-Tune's my slave, Little Sambo's history

Very clever. But i'll be the best forever!
You'll never be as good as me!
come on now can't you see?!
I'll bust down this rap so hard, you'll be on your knees begging for
forgiveness. you're actin' retarded. don't get me started.
you best hope your ears are guarded. cause i'm about to drill these rhymes though your ear drums so hard that it'll blow 'em out your eye sockets. oh and by the way I don't need references.
I'll spit my rhyme what ever way I want.
now what do ya say?
you best pray that the next rhyme I lay, don't blow yo gay shit away.
maybe some day you'll learn that.
and you'll pay if you say another damn word to me that's isn't (sorry) Okay?
hey you still wanna play with your lil' shitty raps?
Like mr. T I pitty the fool who wanna rap against me.
so there's a reference. are you happy now?