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[ame="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SiF89D9cGNk"]YouTube - Instrumental Rap Beat (HD)[/ame]

I know it should be in the music but the beat isn't really needed. It's really all about the freestyle. Say it in your head, then write it down.

If anyone wants to rap about me and diss me, I'll rap back, just keep it at a PG level, ill go rick james on you like the devil

(BTW I am PCB0Y in the comments check out my freestyles)

Oh no mr agon is droppin bombs,
thats my name, don't dare say it wrong,
call me king kong, two things in common,
we smoke bongs and we both long,
reverse of the ching chong call you asian,
im so sorry to say, you lost your vacation,
i sprayed you with my clip like a fakn decoration,
i put a bomb in yo gas tank head to the station.
ill make the fuse pop ill stick you like a feva,
bitch im the swine flu, not diseased beva

did you just say you ****ed my bitch?
all your people told me you was the snitch
of the rich and tha, filthy ****ing famous, go ahead and claim this,
my stained fists on rained cust,
oh no, now you got me started,
my lyrics are stank like someone just farted
we gonna bombard this, ill leave you car-less
you and you chick and now departed,
you dont **** bitches, you still a virgin,
sessions with me will leave you with a surgeon
now you got a new burdon thats hurtin'
ill fly 69 i make the clits learnin, i dirt em
im like a lit fuse start me up and there goes the dynamite,
not some cheap iraq bomb, i put up a rambo fight

I wrote a rap song today.
It's called Spider Webs.
And my name is Young Jesus :cool:.
Check it out.
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I'm making a mixtape .

Your dumb. That is lame dude.

now i aint mc but i am a freestyler,
im white as hell, like joe hansen and kate skyler,
like a child, playing with yo toy keys,
yo bitch dangles my balls, while i get the breeze.
you see when i get head, i i get it while im driving,
when i get rich ill stop all the crying, the trying, all of the striving,
i wont need these cheap mc'e they dieing, im flyin'


uh, bitch, can you studda some more,
im preoccupied getting a whore to the core.
i dance ez, when i crip walk,
sit you ass down and let my clip talk, this aint hip hop,
this shit is off yo dome, you dont ****n practice,
when you sitting at home on the phone, with your girl,
you sure shes a girl, she makes me wanna hurl.
dont worr-ee i aint in a hurry, lyrics stank like pasta with some curry,
start the mcflurry, the juices from your brain,
i spit fire kick yo ass, with my talking methane.
haha get it, i gave you pink eye,
i farted in yo pill now you gonna cry,
cry to yo momma, yo poppa, get the court involved,
i burn yo ass watch that shit dissolve.

This is my first rap/ freestyle

Call me the main nigga,
finga on the trigga,
While you dream you was jigga,
I keep gettin bigga.
These goons actin like fools
forgetting the rules,
soon you'll realize
your nearing your demise,
sick of the bullshit lies.
Talk shit,
get your head split..
I top it off with burning a joint,
lets get straight to the point.
I'm the king of B.A.R., You're on the ground,
face down, looking like a clown, I'm flying so far
near the stars.
You can't handle the drugs, after what?
One nug?
Tryna act like a thug,
I see you and squash you like bug.
Try something new
and put on these shoes.
Never had a clue it'd be so hard huh?
Bruh?
To fit in these nikes?
Can't handle my lifestyle sucka,
you're too poor and can't score with a hooka.
Your lifes not even worthwhile,
your trials of shadyness have you in denial.
You can see me in my clean king limozine
with these true religion jeans
with all this green in my pocket,
on the flip side you're in the back of a dirty shack
with a crack pheen living by no means
you're value is smithereens..
Doesn't surprise me, Everytime you mispronounce my name
you insult every ounce of the game inside of me.
God have mercy on my enemies, because inevitably I'm
sending these wannabe swag fags home in body bags.
Nothings changed.. I rearrange the ranks of the game and yours is blank.
Call me a menace to society, these punks are exposed to the
anxiety from reality.. That's why theres a variety of cali tree.
Puff puff pass cali got nuff to last us a century.
Everytime I spit, I bring the heat and I smash this mic like a cookie,
you can't beat me rookie,
you got no chance,
Is that the stink of dookie from your pants.
I smell defeat.
My mission is complete.