"show These Crabs How To Rhyme Thread"

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

i woke up to scars on my chest and a hard an erect dick
blood on it all over the place gotta clean it up quick FUCK SHIT
its spillin outta my wrist wait .. if the bloods on my wrist and my dick
then fuck a bitch im jerkin my dick wit jergens on it
ever since i emerged and i slid outta my moms clit
i been slicker then wet pussy and on the low like a nick
followin retarded kids to they crib to hit him with bricks
got immune deficiancy disorder so its easier for me to get sick
spit fifs clack the clip till it stick and or it click
like a group of ya tightest nigs make ya set dip juelz and jim
church bells choir sing burn out in the lot full throttle
stumble up the aisles like broke boats in archipelagos
stand up to the preacher the demons follow my motto
raise the auto at the clergy smack the preacher wit my bottle
tell the band to kick me a gospel rap and start dissin god
if they dont burnas to temple like centrally heated synagogues
i should invent a squad a cult with devilish inner thoughts
that stalk alleys in new yawk and poke pork wit pitch forks
and make a muslim devour the swine dour powers my mind
dip it in sherm do the worm stand up turn and do a line
thats a line dance call taylor swift so i can impale her ribs
tie her up to my bed by her arms and legs crucifix nail the bitch
harder then an ignorant kids lid when u speakin figurative
murder direvatives im in ya crib wit ya wiz and kids
she bleedin from her clitoris and ya little man is lickin it
duct tape her beaver im puttin it on and rippin it
hickory dickory im on deck wit bodys at the dock
smokin la la la private stock drive my car off the pier and watch
nigga im tired of buyin this cut up shit they supplyin
im tryin to go to columbia and run with a lion
while on coke plus i smoke got the lungs of the iron giant
strung out with a white bitch lookin like barbara streissand
and im prescribin pills like a doctor the mind of a mobster monster
contra swag of frank sinatra crackin lobster at the opera
they bars is below average my basement above they attic
im snappin pictures of little bitches snatches at junior beauty pageants (just imagine)

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

You don't know techwon....
best check ya arms, your swag is my face rag
you ain't even confident enough too be legit to quit/
those headaches you faking get cooked in a pot like bacon
slacking never jacking pack 4-5's driven lives off cliffs watch cha step/
check the dope my fiends be dreams dreeds in the prime dimed
off the latch patch the claps now you don't know techwon/
don't even need to get into with clips my speeches be warrior lite
calm down the palm tree feed cha gamblers need to luck the draw/
puck the raw, gut cha boy, slut cha whore, fluck your noir
flip flames jip games spit cha notches plot cha paths now the wraths be blood baths,
action packed jumping jacks don't get cha the traction you need to win/
see this ain't super this is just a man with a plan
concoct action plans in comical lines that action orrieinated/
ill fated development open relivance my mind in quiver sliver deliever snide drivel
pivtol magic ain't how this tragedy is going to be solved, you know my resolve/

[J.T.S.]

run the throne before sun-heat is blown then your over-thrown
over the cliff read my lips as i lower the spliff shown
you rehab emcee's fiending to get stoned
you baby rappers get grown or get gone
it's easy to spar but when battle comes your the weed in the jar
the black hole swallowed star that didn't get far
and fuck kanye i'll show em chrome power gun-powder
to bloody the chest hairs shirt stained bullets that shower
these heathens running with cowards feeding the flowers
in this game you b-boys catch it like those 2 towers
while i get head and spread from your red haired hoe for half-an -hour

[$inista]

I pay homage with fire flaming comets beyond ya comments my heart’s harden on my way to to
stardom over break beats like crazy legs feet I got recipes so swift & explosive, like this loaded dirty 357 I’m holding, reduce you & introduce you to heaven or hell, whatever compels you soul to tell you the lies you hide behind, I’m beyond your realm & time so why come tell you rhymes to these def ears of mine you cant reach my depth & prime intricate intellect concepts of rhythm architect & design, to be honest I’m a bomb threat to your whole chaotic nonsense knock you unconscious, in conclusion my street logic beet boxing heat options like which toolie you wanna get popped with it, I get it poppin like dom perignon with heavy arms smoking the place out like cherry bombs

[BornPower]

Leave mobs clearly appalled by what they're hearing drop,
Snipers pop peas before they rock beats in sinking pods
Delete thoughts from hard feeds to appease pagan gods,
Stay lean and box like Apollo creed,
Bring modern sheep to the slaughter and drown them in dollar seas
Plant gardens with rotten seeds,
Reap departed dreams with death's scythe in this this cycle of sleep...

[$inista]

My psyche’s deep like going to war with seven enemies on seven seas
Deadly recipes enter me through poisonous feeds & this polluted air I breathe
Kamikaze life style wild foul focus like clouds of confusion creating illusion
Contusions amusing my psychological nerve endings pulling triggers
Triggering the venomous blood to shift, Drift in & out of consciousness
My conscious is anonymous pop locking spits popping shit like diarrhea flows
so nasty hold your nose the stench can ignite the ozone & cause ET to phone home

[J.T.S.]

Spiral view violet blue acid sight tripping forget the coke your doomed sniffing
I'll be there to snatch the keys robbing your shipment
large keys in the trunk bass rattles my system thumps
i catch a maverick on my round pound will dump
hot lead blew his head all over the bed-spread
cargo carried by the uncle tom dread
wearing fake fronts unofficial snakes slumped
act up once get dealt with round raider
snatch the tips off waiters slice em open the cut creator
I'm not amused until your bruised
my thesis would have Confusus confused
I'm a rhyming tool you fools refused to fued
no operations coon you and the doc are doomed
tied up in the waiting room full of toxic fumes

[J.T.S.]

these rap forces combined with crash courses run majors like horses
Driving to dump corpses blasting Necro nauseous
the interior cleaning cost us ain't got jack-in-the-pot
i got hit but know i'm back in the spot
spotting your back ran down the track tracked shot
glide into the light dynamic how i dine on your might

[Mumm Ra]

my destiny's trajectory is actually blasphemy
magic gadgetry stacked in back of me
a cavalry of six personalities, ten mental faculties
the space banker of galaxies
shape changer practically harnessing the majesty of elemental alchemy
casting lyrical miracles mathematically inside a digital livable hero's fantasy
a flame is actually spherical in zero gravity

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

pwns opponents trying to attone for it
never nathan faded waited lamen terms leave you over worked like a sweat shop/
petro crops knocking out blocks side effects mind wrecked
when i intercept chin check pin up ya set to the bricks and mortors unleaded, unloaded/
unobtainable drama side farm frowns from crowns i got thorns in the place of horns
come off the goth dropped like death in checks that ain't been cashed yet/
at depths the best couldn't be kept to one's self
back from the hell you just witnessed had to forget it/
and settle all debts, double down trouble town bubble goose
firing squads makes a tax seem as we requisite spit out cha requirements
after you die/

[J.T.S.]

two verses from my arsenal

my flows are radio-active against these radio rappers
clap on clappers flee to avoid capture
me and my dime boning after respect the Ronan master
projectile disaster shaking down candy rappers
i pitch faster fists cracked ya i'm slick dapper
slap em up and watch em twitch after
crew thick cowards run laps pot-heads purchase the son's sacks
my dime holding big-ones i stay folding
we all die one day so let's live 4 the moment
vocals I'm toning two-step stomp you phonies before it's the cops they phoning

Word to wu we form like voltron until all the volts gone
bagging up fake shit the concious coke don
get your thoughts blown with a fitted on
know the streets are blood-spill Lebanon
i go off like eleven bombs so many soldiers gone
memories i'm smoking on remember how members of my circle strong
unbreakable bond til death do us we thought
everything changed dreams destroyed by gun-shots
it's like the earth stopped when son dropped

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

what the blood chained charmed armed mind bring the bomb
know how driven schower howard never a duck when i'm bucking shots/
hovering pots pimping slots minds are what i rock with abstract visuals
speak in usual slang leave you banged out like you just got gang banged/
hang a bar out cha mind don't drop the soap when you get yoked up
never saw a duck i didn't wanna fuck raw,oooooooh baby i like it raw/
shimmy shimmy rip it raw flip a bar rip it harder than a vortex
inject cha next i'm repping the set of the section and we're 9 minds combine/
you had to deal wit the one sectiom member who didn't wanna kill now
sick as charlie chapellin before he started yapping and rapping/
speak off the topic gimme a subject matter too much to scatter
rip a flow gimme a bar so i can take it away...../
bringing it back buddah palm chaotic charm
made bonds broken chains taken away pains/
made names shown ways flown fades
game guards often a rawring lord/
sonned cha homes bringing poems
got known associates we quotant potent/
notice of the well done sold cha coal
potching the gold for another sword in the fold/
shame on ya when ya step through tooooo
the new lyrical assassin Cuse-Town Zoooo/

[-ABOVE]

branded glock shape got my belly marked ski mask mits and kicks its the bandit in the black leather jacket battletin battalions ten fold cold weather dressed for the occasion m.c. assasination be the mission heat burn through yo weak fricction ya spit ficction out of bounds far from your jurisdiction freeze pistons spark beef pistolz glisine yo engine bleed in this street prison greef got you death wishing instead of storytelling ya need to seek wisdom third eye shine prizm real life die trying to fuck with a killah intuition torcher is the order to kill is my only fuction step out of line get yo kids turned up missin see i be that terrorist above fuck yall go to war we been fighting the elite swift with the strike of my technique you all cant harm me we take on entire nations armys kill me and there a hundred mees to take my place ease up feather weights we the new government and im the first president reconize who the god body bee game reconize game just like you can spot a lame when you see one rather see you die why try to preach em feast begun charge the battle scene to beatdrums rapping as i take action ak blasting gernade launching and bazooka bombing yo sqadron cyber age technology warfare none compare to the upper hand two simple rules supply and demand kill or be killed I laugh as you die at the tiny hands of cold stares on the face of child hitman who dont care

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

brace for impact driven axes smash galatics applicate armed desolate prominate
armed dominate accomplish tapes in approximation fazer lazer brazen amazing/
spider wider fire fighter wide might thor jack pack a flow in ya pocket like andramada
karma comment john carpenter gremlin master barns when you bate cha switch/
spit blizzard wayward Zechs zoom cross boundless ways slayed in timed trimmed
cha trees fees fame dreamed out cha Z's breeze fated carnage pound cha slarmish/
clasp driven stake knifes wives get thrives off of the four last lives of a cat
pat cha down plaster minds through washes like times, through forces you/

[J.T.S.]

Originally Posted by Mumm Ra

my destiny's trajectory is actually blasphemy
magic gadgetry stacked in back of me
a cavalry of six personalities, ten mental faculties
the space banker of galaxies
shape changer practically harnessing the majesty of elemental alchemy
casting lyrical miracles mathematically inside a digital livable hero's fantasy
a flame is actually spherical in zero gravity

you just owned this shit fam!