me, NFURNO(doesn't come here), detox, and Whyte Hype

i'm a killer iller than a person with matured AIDS
i'm gonna drill' her and fill her' w/ more than my AK//
sprayed brains, no touching females/
When the the block is hot I'm hard ta find like osama...Since i don't need the drama/
always wear rubbers cause I don't need a baby mama/
I'm about to get evil n drop a bomb on that bitch, yeah yo moma not osama
i'll rip ya quicka than wet and rotted paper thinner than the paper in the bible/
when you read my spits its alot more than an eyefull/
bitches are more than spiteful/
When it comes to rhymes I'm a lyrical genious/
the way i word my words got ya girl suckin' my penis/
my penis is a big as my genious, thats a notable difference between us/
i spit accuratly ultra magnetic waves don't come close ta the speed that i'm rappin/
knock this fagget down leavin not knowing what happened/
I spit, to make the mic like a flamable torch It's understandable my mind is a mechanical force/
And I'm a cannibal my mandible is chewin' ya corpse I'm tyrannical, a vandle of intangible sorts/
I'm a derranged teen, wackiest style even seen , some say I'm fucking senial/
don't push my buttons bitch, I'll pop a cap and my face will be that last thing you see for a while/
yo everytime i sit back and try to spit, i got the same fag ridin my dick/
saying that my dad aint give a shit, congrats your my new target//
I'll walk thru Hell till it freezes...If Reverend Run sells his Addidas..
I stomp cats and leave a path of skeletal pieces/
Ya'll are washed up like shellfish on beaches/
I'm a genius that's developed speeches deeper than telekinesis/
shit I'm hot as hell tonight/
with fagots riding your dic, you must be a latino hispanic chick/
you ain't the package to a equipe a gasm just a laughing spasm/
something you can't fathom is my crazyness/
leaving you standing still, scared leaving your panties in a mess/
lifes so fucking hard, turn on the TV, watching fagots like symmonds dancing in leotards, no
wonder kids are derranged retards with not clue in the world
they called the US a country, its fucked, I don't spit words anymore if sounds better hurled
spitting vomit in every direction, its hard for your daddy to get an errection, spitting in a cup, premajaculation
the cause for your birth was damn masterbation
i'll kill ya violently silently or just alter your ability not even think clearly/
i can tell by the way ya act ya fear me/but ya compared to ya dad you ain't nearly/
the scared ass bitch that he is/i'm so fuckin surpised he even had biological kids/
or is he lyin to the world so he people won't condescend/but i heard guys were fuckin him/
Bitch you gonna see true rage in the next few minutes/
You gonna have a whole new idea of pain when I'm finished/
I don't plan to make you cry or feel pity upon me/
I just want you to sit back and relax while I rip my story//
Ever since I was a baby I was raised by just a mother/
She was all alone, nobody to call her significant other//
I don't give a fuck I grew up without a dad/
I'm better off I'm not stuck with that stupid fag/
I sit and wonder why me every fucking day, I swear he'll pay/
For every time my mom sat, cried and wished her life away//
You did shit to me that I never forgave/
I'm gonna beat you to death then piss on your grave//
It's in the back of my mind waiting for the chance and I'll own it//In this single moment/
I've told my darkest thoughts//I don't care if I win it only matters I fought//
for me these times is tough/ looks like divorce court , my parents marriage is in the rough,
sometime I get so fucking pissed at this world and everyone in/
its like I wanna slit my wrists, blood! just spill it/ but then I realise I got lot more to
live for , I got a whole life of kicking bitches out my door and telling my 16 kids I don't
wanna be your daddy anymore/
them I'm a go nuts drive around and find the 5 sluts and kill them, screaming and rage
filled emotional roar/
damn bitch puts your hand on your head n sit on the floor,
I'm gonna do something your mommy and daddy should have done long before/
swallow this gun take it all, BANG! BANG BANG, god damn I like paid/
buy by the bottle full and hook it to my vein!/
most of my life i lived on welfare but y'all don't care/
i was not able to afford pants so for 2 years i wore the same pair/
goin ya school with rip pants the girls wouldn't accept my offer to the dance/
now with with 40 dollar pants on i'm livin large and the girls say "damn!!!"/
my whole wardrobe consist of exspensive clothing bought straight from a store/
now i wear 30-40 dollar pants and 4 months ago i sucked at rappin now i spit hardcore/

whyte hype ripped that session, it was awesome. he was on fire

cool shit there too dawgs

keep it up

hott shit dogg i dont know who wrote what part but its hott son 1

YO SHIT WUZ IIGHT FUCKIN LONG NOBODY WANNA READ THAT PIECE OF SHIT I'LL GIVE IT A 4.5/10

I wrote lines 4 and 5, 10 and 11, I spit, to make the mic like a flamable torch It's understandable my mind is a mechanical force/
And I'm a cannibal my mandible is chewin' ya corpse I'm tyrannical, a vandle of intangible sorts/

I'll walk thru Hell till it freezes...If Reverend Run sells his Adidas..
I stomp cats and leave a path of skeletal pieces/
Ya'll are washed up like shellfish on beaches/
I'm a genius that's developed speeches deeper than telekinesis/
shit I'm hot as hell tonight/

I was on fire that night...Lyrical Philosophy Gods got it goin' on for a bunch of rookies...we're young in the game and yet we can still compete with most...Much love to the crew...ONE