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once your done sucking everyones dick with shitty rhymes

lets get back to real freestyle

scruf, you need to get hit in the head with a mic

did you hit your dome, riding your fixie bike

ive seen kids with downsyndrome spit it better

seen my dawg mikey rap better, and hes an irish setter

cuz scruf, your rhymes smell like mr. mcgruff

like a smelly log, of doggy doo doo, pew you

smells like someone shit on the floor of the loo

seriously man, whats up with this lyrical blowjob giving

ive seen zombies rap better, like night of the living

dead, because your rhymes wont get you bread

its you said 'fuck rap' and picked a career instead

those raps wont get you any head, but its ok man

some dont have the gift, mabye you should take a lift

off that chonic smoke, here have a toke, but dont choke

send your girl to me, and i'll give her a nice poke

crack her ass open like a runny egg yolk

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you cant be my father, if i fuck your mother

slap your sister, and kick your brother

so scruf, go 'head, shut your trap

before i deliver you into this world, with a verbal smack

down, because im totin a trey pound,

lyrical hollwpoints, better hit the ground

houston, screwston, its all the same

leaning on sizzurp is pretty fucking lame

but i can tell you've had too much prometh

you about as strong as a senior before death

if you fuck alba, then im nailing lima

your're softer than a swatch of pima

let your balls drop before you step into the ring

you cant understand the fire that i bring

you need to hit puberty before you try to rap

right now, all you delivering is crap

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i sold my soul to satan for the right to rap

i sold the snow to kids for the dough to mack

son you know where i'm at,

it ain't the bay, just say yay

take your la-day to the prom and make a bay-bay say

hey-hey-hey!

like sha-nay-nay

on that 90s trip

i keep chicks grinding on that rowdy tip

drop the lyrics that have suckers trynna copy this

and i never disrespect a man's boundary, shit

but if any dude should ever dare to overstep mine

both literally and figuratively i'll blow his mind

yeah with the wordplay,

and with a stroke of the 9

don't ever break bread with killers kid cuz killers ain't kind.

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this thread needs some new rappers

because what ive seen is the crappers

my flows are darker than double oh-seven

pure blue bitches, packin the mack-11

i think i put scruf 6 feet deep, let him sleep

i think he thought my flow was neat,

more coke than doherty pete, smack you with my meat

but seriously ive got so many bitches

call me craigslist, i flip em like switches

on they back, tummy, fuck a bitch in a handstand,

she walking crooked, like she just fucked the whole band

i come from los angeles, also known as kush land

all these rap fucks, wanna try to spit like token

shouldnt have spoken, now your bitch pussy broken

think im joken, you know im always smokin

that killer hydroponics, my house look like katrina hit

cuz im growin purple kush, haze, and other crazy shit

hit you like a tsunami, both with lyrics and the tommy

gun, on that mobster tip, try to run

put you in concrete SB dunks, thats how i have fun

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this thread has made like biggie and died

the birds have busted the coop, and flied

so now imma have to start dissing, verbal pissing

on all your niggas, that have been missing

cheep whats the matter, you been busy with warehouse?

mickey mouse on crack, this thread is whack

im doin' all the rappin, same time trappin

now i cant come clappin, no others are yappin

bona drag needs to get out his body bag,

OMCee, where in this trhead you be?

durden cant be found, he got hit wit the trey pound?

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just been uninspired

hungover and tired

got more on my mind

than rhymes that are fire

but hold on, like sam and dave im coming

back to attack any cats who think im done an

trust me, im still on top

less you bust the 9 till it stop going pop

im unpossible to fade, i mean impossible

rhymes so hot they melt you like a popsicle

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this ain't a battle it's a call for more rhymes

who else drop knowledge like the new york times

who else on sufu put words to the beat

high culture get low like skeet skeet skeet

most fearsome rap cats you ever gonna meet

step back when you step in this thread to compete

i know you out there count the beats one two

sayin don't sound like nothin i can't do

sayin paleface kid thinks he runs the whole crew

who make heads snap on that mic kung fu

make your eight mile stage battle dreams come true

i know you study at the feet of that clan called wu

cuban linx nonstop son i know how you do

liquid swords drop heavy cut em clean in two

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good thing you guys came back for a resurrection

delivering quicker than a ceserian section, grab the wesson

lyrical heaters, samurais and wife beaters

flat heads while i sland to get more bread, to buy\

another half pie, i never lie, just try

la dee da, i got a kilo of that lindsay lohan, look man

you a bitch you crash your benz, but i spit and make ends

high off that presidental bush, the master kush,

sweet like ozawa tush, push push

that lyrical crack cocaine, im not talking real powder

but once the fiends hear the track, they want it louder

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They will never say I was never mad on my epitaph...

If you look at my face,

My feelings you can telegraph,

I take the less-chosen path,

Which withholds wrath and anger,

To push you closer to happiness,

Hate & rejection are the fuels,

The Mind & body are tools,

And the soul is the vehicle...

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and satan's stolen the vehicle,

hot pockets stayin frozen, don't see it through,

glutton gutted getting head from unicorn bitches,

a stupid long hitlist so you dissolve interest,

just skip to the end, death to your friends,

it's top the list, bottom of the paper,

pop glock and you miss, solving of the caper,

detective diddy, and dev's b***** is extra pretty?

dum stopped making sense, that's a pity

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yes, slightly a pity

though the spirit of the city

tried to keep me in the hole but i never let it grip me

slightly slippery im slicker than oiled drift tires

never tires through the fire got the brain of a fighter

and the soul of a writer wait a minute switch it back damn im getting tired

see i aspire like DUMs laptop till i expire

guzzle crack water till im faded and brain stays wired

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cocaine is a hell of a drug

when im high i love to get a hug

bust slugs, girls the cheep they love

give all praise to jah up above

im coming to take over this sufu scene

so high i think my life is a dream

i cant stop, wont stop, know what i mean

no more powder, i need a spliff, seen?

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i didnt even see new rappers in this thread

i figured i had laid down my nine, everyone dead

but apparently people trying to make bread

but all you'll do is catch hot lead, lots of red

blood is what you'll be leaking, swiss cheese, nigga please

you can have these, motherfucking nuts in your mouth

while im getting my shit braided down south, pubes, fuck you noobs

cornrows on my sack, high on crack, down on smack, what you lack

is formal tutelage, im the teacher, with a sharp edge

cut you like you shaving too quick, smack you like a trick, light the wick

to this lyrical molotov, watch the bitch burn, you new nigs never learn

that its me and cheep here to stay, all day, hella play, kilos of yay

smack you like ike did tina, rob you with the nina, carjack your beama

on that tip, janky, so i can stay swanky, more wiretaps than langley

kick in your door, hit the floor, i got a eagle to your dome, all chrome

but dont trip, im just taking out a kilo as a loan

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dont need a ki i just need a gram

killing niggas like the son of sam

now when i say nigga im not being racist

im calling out ignorant cats caause i never waste this

talent that i got for miz to spot

cats sleeping like a kid in a cot

blowin up the spot, i keep shit hot

the best ever son, i kid you not

im an a nimal, a fucking beast

eat your girls pussy like a 10 course feast

leave her dripping like a ghetto faucet

dont need jewels when i floss it

i boss it, fucking rick ross it

moving weight overseas, i never lost it

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thoghts fly like a kite in the sky

cocaine powder make me feel high

falling down like a pebble in a creek

listen now to the words that i speak

keep it simple, i dont overanilize

your fake thug fronting you only fantisize

i conceptulize random ambstract rhymes

like a child with his mother learning all the time

keep the girls fine, ht ehrbs even finer

gor for haze but the d gets me higher

call me sire, im a fucking king

listen to the funky styles that i bring

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dirty south kids, i dont come clean

keep shit gully like fucking afro sheen

grimy like durrty doogs, raw like baby jesus

give me a keybaord cause this writing, i need this

i feind for this, scream for this

let a ugly bitch suck the peen for this

i never dis, fuck a kiss

fuck a girl in the ass, and she loving it

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i come fi slaughter all eanimies

no compitition, im top pedigree

some try to compete, but always fall short

they nothing but an nucienc, like genital warts

fucking carcinogins, i come fi win again

top ranking like althea and donna

not a premadonna, bomb shit like osama

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keys of smack, pounds of crack

tweeked like jack black, , like a train, on track

running trains, my dick hit your girls brain

now she got the down, syndrome, while i sit on my throne

classic like an 8-track, straight crack, true mack

ten bitches, one dutch when, cock big like ben

presidential suite, make my blue neat

throwed off the label, to translate use the babel

fish, never hit the block when i dish, kush is delish

pussy from dimes, stay with 2 nines the ninas

my hoes stay wetter than katrina, you faker than john cena

got more straps than al-quaeda,

more heorin than the taliban, saber skills like obi-wan

cut your bag open, there goes the powder, eagles are louder

when i hit the room, i cause a weather change, in the range

sitting pretty, sippin bubs, slanging verbal dubs

you gotta pay to get this crack, otherwise my gun goes

CLICK CLACK, CLICK CLACK

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smoke that haze, blazed for days

mind in a daze, no exit from the maze

hungry as fuck, for some peking duck

chickenheads cluck, the pistol gets buck

if you have luck, dope in the semi truck

kno wat im sayin? You should stay prayin

double up your life insurance, you gonna dance

wit the motherfuck devil, i stay on a high level

diamonds like crack rocks in the bezel

i hit the bong, your wife hit the schlong

she riding high, while im trying to stay fly

samurai selvedge, got that old evisu

scope on the rifle, peek a boo, see you

shoot more niggas, than slimane shoots smack

i told him my shits the best, he said

"lemme get that BLAT"

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last verse, leave you in a hearse

drunk imma lay in my pedic

you need a medic

im so tossed, lost

cant flow, too much blow

but i got heat

im elite,super thick meat

give your girl the bone

pass out on the throne

not the potty, imma gab the shoty

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lyrical white, homie you gotta light

OG Kush in the blunt, good nite

verbal green, seems im leaning mean

yayed out, hella clout, niggas shout

order to the house, you a rat, a mouse

we quiet starting riots, take a hit

try it, get you lit as shit, i got wit

white like witherspoon, reese

lights out fucker, rest in peace

bricks fill the room, trey pound BOOM

beat you with a broom, stick

grimy like michael vick, hop off my dick

my flow like a kick to your cabesa, puff la

high like marley bob, like a tennis lob

smack you so hard, turn you into a retard

bury you in my backyard, cut off your nard

sack, give you a nice hard smack

meet your doom, coke white

like the moon, put you in a tomb

after my glock goes boom, see

let me break it down, like i broke down the pound

hit you with a bat, luckier than a black cat

hit you hard with the tray, like a line of yay

i never come to play, i stay high all day.

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i always come correct, i dont just rhyme

call me for anything an ounce or a dime

im getting faded like my jeans

everyday burnin these greens

as im lightin up, i light up my computer

navigate over to the forum at superfuture

check what are you wearin today

even though my girlfriend calls me gay

scope the marketplace, see whats to buy

and if i got a private message, im sure to reply

so this my rap, dont steal my line

and if its less den a gram then it aint my line

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find me in the hood tokin on some presidential

shit will cut ya throat up like smoking on a menthol

nigga i got shit they aint even got at the club

you call me up askin for a dub

homie out here we dealin straight pounds

smell that shit from a mile away without even sending in the hounds

what ya'll niggas know bout the og bubba kush

shit will make ya play basketball worse than smush (parker)

out here we fuck with bongs that can split ya head

roor illadelph that shit will make you spin in the head

body so numb that you'll feel like your gettin head

peace to my nigga CHEMDAWG i see you nigga

BIG THANGS POPPIN

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I hooked up with this one chick,

To get her I pulled a slippery slick manuever,

A dimepiece ten-fold,

Not thick, but I still hit it,

Folded her over, to see the authenticity,

Had green contacts, green eyes & green tities,

It was a pity as I stretched her out,

Without a doubt she introduced me to her friends,

Thus, I got more ends...

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i busted a nut so hard

turned your girl into a retard

permanent brain damage

while i slang this cabbage

kush smells candy sweet

scotch neat, bout to meet

the coca supplier

gotta get higher, higher

so whos got the voodoo

oh wait, i do, see through

papers is what im rolling wit

blunt swollen like your bitch clit

smack you in the tits

burn you with some grits, lil shits

lemme get this straight, this is off the dome

i can spit so many, make it a tome

a book you dummy, kush is yummy

fucked your mummy, popular like dunny

whacked out like kid robot,

tripped out like waiting for godot

this is that genius flow, einstein

bout to blow, some yo yo

ho ho, drunk like a fuckin pirate

rob your ass, steal your grass

break your glass, bong

smack your girl wth my schlong

the mushroom tattoo,

pussy fat like winnie the pooh

....kush break

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high off shrooms

the shotty goes boom

fresh outta bricks

like a baby out the womb

blow up the room

crazy like a loon

snort the moon

meet their doom

hot like fire,

cold like ice

in this game every nigga got a price

double down, brick into 2

i sell that internet weed to you

boo hoo is what you say

put the barrell of the kay

full auto bitches, die snitches

have some stiches

burn you like some witches

simultaneous hitin switches

smoking swishas

this is that kush flow, out the roor

but i smoke my stash, stay poor

dont got no jewels, you fools

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fuck yo' couch

in the bushes i crouch

straight gat tucked

bout to get bucked

pull an Oh-jay

cut yo head off, no way

you done, final day

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Guest thesnow

in his slacks a taser stays tucked same as dress clothes

in his tracks, enemies, smash they guts, they digest blows

writin lines I'll digress nonetheless I dont stress hoes

cuz I see shit they design steps ahead

like those who play chess does

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see, this is why hip hop is dead

stupid motherfuckers refuse to use their head

spitting dumb shit, simplistic linguistics

its all coke rap and being krispy like triscuts

what about the intellegent cats

poetic raps

something that means something

fuck a backpack

we need some real gs, with real honor and respect

not some loudmouth kids braggin bout tecs

some wisdom, understanding, real steet teaching

because with that comes power, hear what im speaking

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