Catastrophic blends of crimson, and fire engine red //
Lacerations bled, metal-bonds make the wound spread //
Lead-bonded pipe, a smash against the victim’s head //
Rendered unconscious, broke of life, ended up dead //
A day in the life, or a life in a day, it begins to stray //
Spraying a shower of red, freshly churned blood, like mud //
It soaks to the ground, no one around, dead in the ground //
The facts, being, turns this fluent smile down to a frown //
Though, I stay high - strung, capping the bloodied crown //
The sun dims dark, the howling screech of a wolf’s bark //
The quick-paced air, carrying the stench of body decay //
Though we don’t see it, this happens all and every day //
Take this as a cautioning, claiming that we do not play //
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This is just som'thin' I thought I'd let you know
I like the way ya spit it, I love the way you flow
I'm not the best at rhymin', thought I'd give it a go
But if I suck, well shucks, I think you'll let me know Let's get this straight, make no mistakes. I'm nobody's hoe. Just wanna tell ya, mister, you could run the show.
I-I like dat.
I like the way you do it
I-I like dat.
Make it look like there ain't nothin' to it
I-I like dat.
If this stuff sucks, then tell me to screw it
I-I like dat.
Must be more than one way to rule it.
I can't think of too many more words that sound alike. But if you give me a dictionary, I probably might. I really like your rhyme skills because they are tight. I bet if I was your girl you could fly me like a kite. You be the bombdiggidybomb and the bombdiggidy. I really wanna know boy, is you diggin' me? Are you fillin' me? Am I your fantasy? Do I got what it takes to please you, a true hottie? Tell me true, now. Tell no lie. If you let me down, I will surely die.
I-I like dat.
I like the way you do it
I-I like dat.
Make it look like there ain't nothin' to it
I-I like dat.
If this stuff sucks, then tell me to screw it
I-I like dat.
Must be more than one way to rule it.
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Most of these hoes are carbon copied
Slopy, none of these tricks can top me
Cream of the crop, no one can knock me.
No silly hoes can stop me.
Block me? Not likely. Strike me?
Try me. ‘Cause I will put these feet to good use.
One swift kick targeted straight at your caboose.
Swoosh! and you gone
This ain’t the same ol’ song
Cause I can rock it, rock it, rock all night long
Til the break of dawn, keep it goin’ strong
Don’t look at me and expect me to rock a bong
Cause I got my life planed out
And I’m gon’ follow that route
Gonna make you shout
Tell you what I’m all about..
Hurt me? I really wish you would.
Flirt, me? You know I really could.
Certainly if the right guy came around
Knock him to the ground
Make them eyes go ‘round.
Take his sexy self to town.
I’m a hound for love
And yours is only topped by above
Gentle as a dove
Sugah Pie, for you I would die
I love yah baby, and all you need is I.
Cause my love just can’t be beat
Silky, slippery, smooth, and sweet
Sexest baby girl you’ll ever meet
Messy, or neat
I’ll make your life complete
I’ll do your laundry, make you good food to eat
Or maybe, it could be visa versa
Reverse the rolls, make it betta not worsa
Lick those lips, baby, don’t spit or cursa
I’ll make it all betta,baby, call me ‘Hello Nurse-a!’
More, could there posibly be?
What more is to say? Even much more of me.
Look here, boy. I know you can see
Unless you’re blind,uh, like Wonder, Stevie.
I need you. I want you. I wont let no one flaunt you
but me. I won’t daunt you. I don’t mean to, baby.
Just gotta let ya know, that you make my heart go
pittah-patta. But what does it mattah?
A day with you; nothing else could be phatta.
Cause in the end the choice is yours.
In the end, the only voice is yours.
While these other cat’s is talkin’
On their trails Death is stalkin’
They oughta keep on walkin’
Change their direction
Avoid Death’s detection.
But if you don’t it’s gonna be like
Oops, oh my! Watch the time fly
Right out the window, while you smokes on endo
And you blokes do end yo’ lives too sinful
My rhymes; suspenseful while your skills are just dull
Watch how Voodoo put down them rhymes
It kinda looks like she’s done it a thousand times
Wrong! Cause I’m a neophite
And if you guessed I’m a newbie, then you would be right.
To those who think my skills are wack
Step back, let me get my game in tact.
Forget you, forgot you
I ain’t never thought about you
Cause all your lies ain’t true
See what your money do
To your soul? What’s more? Is gold
More important to you than the life you hold?
(Thanks! I saw you in a room and checked out your profile which led me here. Thought I'd give this rap game a try...I love it! I love your rhymes. Very deep. Any way, holla back!~Terri.)
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