Freestyle Cypher

[Onceawhile]

there's no one left to buck lead at hence
why I rub the handprints off a couple mac tens
nah
i'm just grouchy enough to uppercut your ragged
puppet ass when you rummage trashbins
punchin' ya abdomen like your guts been askin
for an ass kickin' have you puking up buckets of stomach acid
you fuckin bastard, i'm a mad mastiff that puckers up mothers' back ends
with a mad stiff mushroom package that'll have a slut beg fast for me to nut, get flaccid
or revive the cypher, so what the fuck has happened, are you all on a nutmeg absence?
tripping out on some unimagined drug reaction?
its a break from such gigantic
dumbassness
plastered in a pedantic fuckhead fashion
that i must've mashed in

[Far117]

*Cracks knuckles*

Y'all can cypher, but I can crack codes
You know
My flow
Owns even the pros
They're gold
And no holds
Will ever be barred
Your cred will be marred
As I break you to shards
Niggas still sticking to couplets
Well fuck it
Take my dick and suck it
Your bars are weaker than Raditz
Either snap or fight
Black and white
Monochromatic
I've had it
I could take on an army all alone
Drop so many bombs you'll think someone called in the drones
My skills are honed
Sharper than the edge of a sword
Rap lord
Get gored
It's so easy now I'm bored

*drops mike*

[Truth Iscariot]

We roll, like a pack of panzers, beating up you back up dancers
I got a question, fuck your answers, eat your body whole like cancer
Razor stanzas, sit back & relax while blast your ass with mana
More manic than frantic fickle hoes, kicking busted flows
I'm the illest though, killing most, got you dancing like a thriller ghost
Michael Jack, ripping those with verses that are grandiose
Without features or cameos, no leeching mcs to steal my dough
Thinking they'll explode, the bitch in you has been exposed
My bars brings scars to foes. Nigga, you don't even know....

We roll in endless droves, strapped for action
Destruction massive like Obama’s drones
On offense to defend home, haul off and slit throats
I've been been dope since olden days of smoking homegrown
With kinfolk. My Chevys tall my rims spoked
I overdose from weed smoke on Carolina back roads
Hotbox with mad dro, smooth like doo-wap and scat though
Hat match my Octobas @Jukon you fucking know
I stay above these cluckin hoes and shove my nuts in front of em
And bust my load. But I don't trust none of em
Though I might love some of em

[Onceawhile]

I'm one numb son of a gun
your chums couldn't plumb my trail of breadcrumbs, they mumblin' "uhhhmmmm"
so i've become dumb all of sudden for fun
like you summon a woman and i homina-homina hum then cum on her gums
you're lovin' it like a bum up in the slums eating bigmacs with supple and yummy meat patties under the bun
the lyrical thunder is done, have you runnin from puns
like the ghost of Big Pun had been cloned
here comes the maelstrom, a hail storm, now the kids stumblin' home
while hundreds of tons of ice-cold lyrics the size of plums are sick drummin' your dome

[Truth Iscariot]

You hold me in contempt - I note you resent
I watch you hate from my cloud while I'm high as the rent
Girl, you seem dense, thoughts thinner than our depleted ozone
More stupefied than dreads weeded off the finest homegrown
My minds blown. Those who lie, bore into my psyche
Ask for peace and they just keep doing it like Nike
I spit my transgressions tightly. Deep tensions blinding
Fools lips move - designing a deep rift
which while divisive is also binding
It's the misplaced hate which decisively
binds me
This is the state I've been finding. Wanna switch places?
I'll trade kindly. Switch races. Switch faces
I hate this fucking hotseat. The scrutinizing
In ire of my strong spirit they aim to euthanize me
It's not surprising. The constant eying,with distaste.
An Ill fate to die after living this way. Destiny I cannot negate

[Donshotta]

I change moods, like drinking juice that's roofie-infused
24 hours later--waking up dazed and confused
with my dick still in a chick with the clitoris loose
not attractive at all, got the hips of a moose, but had the lips of a goose,
with the nose of a jew, demanding money to be accrued for services due.
Left that shrewd, prostitute bruised, she wore black and blue, but was it white and gold?
truth be told, young or old, getting rid of viruses with shots like the common cold..

[Oxymoron]

you aint got style, hah, listen to you,
bitches get loose, when im sitting here sipping my juice,
gripping my stick.. now listen to this cause this is the truth,
a rock star, call me the moon when its over, im at it
so the other kids cats know about my sly habbit
when i cast shadows of destruction n collide planets

[Onceawhile]

I'm uncommonly cold, or so I'm commonly told
your the type to turn diamonds to coal, I turn dimes into gold,
my lyrics have earned prominent roles in visions that shamans behold
we can let the drama unfold and argue on it but you'll
probably use strawmen, rhymin' all calm but it's old,
any one caught biting you would probably vomit up mold
you're a YouTube comment cunt troll, you should go drop your body in a bottomless hole
Hoe I'm in control, how many souls have I sold,
my bottles of humans are full to the brim, either
2 liter bottle that I stole from the grim reaper,
it'll make you run faster than kids being bullied by gym teachers
my readers get lulled into REM sleep or get pulled by the shins deeper
into the hymns, preachers bid to my whims, I came prepared like twin speakers
to spit ether, give kids seizures and give you older heads fevers,
the older the creature the easier to catch illness, that's why i go for the geezers
to spread my contagious sober demeanor
I'm an overachiever with a four-inch weiner
that doubles in length like a back to back two-part story feature only in theaters

[Donshotta]

^^" I'm an overachiever with a 4 inch wiener"???

I think you rounding up the measurement with that estimate
You too elementary, you deserve to get stoned with rocks; metamorphic and sedimentary
Ill send a sentry, to observe the point of entry to your residence,
observed that you living rent free with your parents in a home that's elegant
aimed a missile the size of an elephant, then all is gone but dust and sediment
Silence, that's my favorite sound, you get your mouth, hands, legs, taped and bound
for trying to sound profound, 6 feet deep in the woods ,i got you new camping grounds.

[Onceawhile]

6 feet deep in the woods - just means I'm underground
I slug and clout this ugly clown snugly couched in his Snuggie gown,
we'll hover 'round above your town, I'll drown your ass in a thunder cloud,
whoever dug me out from underground must've wanted me to run you down
this "Lumberjack" Donshotta is a bigger faggot than a lumber mound...
About my wiener - since you're asking the question
you should add a correction: when I measured it I had no erection
hence the sentence after it when I mention extension.
Read the damn context, it's not that complex
sadly he needs to be filled in like an f'ing scantron test
can Don's best raps withstand conquest?
Yes? Nah wrong guess
I'll slam Don's chest flat on his grandmom's desk,
you're a dickhead whose clad with "protection"
I reckon it's so you don't catch an infection,
since you lack illness you'll never have status as vet'ran
you'll be known as the guy who concerned himself with my c-to-the-ock
I'll see to it you stop freestyling and redo a lot
of your verses until you're deep in your thoughts
versus now, where just three little dots
compose your inner dialogue ... well it sure as hell beats what you've dropped
i reply with sharper wit and make your speech bubbles pop
please brother talk, tell me your alive so i can beat you up on the spot
I dine on dying emcees, each of you flops, I'll eat you as crumbles on top

[Donshotta]

Time to enter the session with deadly intentions
With your life your rolling the dice when you mention my name in a sentence,
Just for that, I'll devise a torture device with an engine, that would built up the tension
to leave that perfect expression of fear when you dare to utter a sentence
To torture i got millions of methods, time to pause for a second, i need to light a Benson&Hedges....Ahhh
If i see you sagging your pants when you walking, inserted in your ass will be 2 liters of caulking,
that's the only way i would allow your shit talking, i would throw a dozen eggs at your noggin,
that i got from the store for a bargain, i love embarking the jargon of this dark-hearted spartan
If you dare to diss, you would be an addition to my wall of dead bodies, like Spartacus,
I grow less tolerant of these toddler kids,
they get thrown in an abyss filled with sex starved Priests who don't practice with they preach
Yall a bunch of soft gleeful kids easily sonned by Jane Lynch, this is just a pinch
of what i plan to bring you, stay tuned for part 2 to be continued...

[Onceawhile]

I'm foul like Artemis, he should throw in the towel and barter his sub-par bar starter-kit
for far sharper wit to spar against the barbed artifice that lies in the large dark abyss of my medulla-oblongata bitch
wow - for retards who try to harvest and harbor it: how sharp it is makes it a dome-cutter like a barbarous barber is
I'll start-to-disembowel you til I get down to the heart of this.
He's polar cold but I can smoulder coal
I "red" your whole poem; only one notable quotable, the rest is total bull
somebody should've told this hoe
that he practically placed his head on my totem pole,
I'm set to decapitate, wait, hold the phone,
I'll give his dilapidated kneecaps a break, his frickin' patella bone is almost honed
from him kneeling down and [having] each rapping-great D-slap his face, he's a cone-head known
to use masking tape to mask his features
then masturbate in class, as the teacher
acting like he came to school me, he must be nuts
to bust something rusty as fuck against something illustrious
But I trust your gut, it must constipated and want to take shits
well, to Don's amazement, my raps will fix his problem upon him gazing at this awesome greatness

[Oxymoron]

then he saw some space ships, got a Nicolis cage face lift
grabbed the microphone n proceeded to take it.
to the brink of insanity n backs just a day trip.
lets say.. shit, you swallowd the blue pill in the matrix
n the movie was only twenty minutes long and it ended right there. thats bullshit.
swarming to conform with the world spinning on
Just chill n take it still cause thats the way to do this.

[Onceawhile]

Perhaps that's the greatest truth It's.
But another fascinating truth is
that your last statement's useless
when facts are faced, adieu bliss,
because bliss becomes Judas when dudes crash ya place and shoot at
your two kids because they panicked, made some movements
then the ruthless intruders laughed and raped your cute Miss,
meanwhile you combated the invaders with those two cents...
its like trying to stab away at the bastards with a toothpick
...
I could lacerate a student with lines that graph my rate of improvement,
I removed them from my raps, made slashes straight in a dude's skin
what I kick is a shoe win/shoo-in for this game, I flew in with the wind that just blew in
Doin' what you're thinkin' of doin' when your wrinkled and ruined
Sick as the winter flu - I don't err so I'm fluent - drinkin' a fluid
that i spew from my lips when I spit this inhuman loony-bin shit
mainstream spit about gittin rich, booties n tits,
for most of them it's probly too late to quit
coffin-deep underground niggas bitch about the affluence those tune's makers get
plus they only know the dead side of hip hop. Hip Hop's Dead? No, hip hop would sooner fake its death
I'm making vivid images with gibberish that'll piss off lyricists
they diss, scoff, jeer at this or steer clear of this sick ignorance
i rotate the disc cogs here with this lyrical scissor kick
that'll cut your raps to ribbons quick, then those little bits are minced

[Oxymoron]

soothing people searching for the truth, could it be truely evil.
probably after reading this they'll be starting the movie sequel.
the fantasy freak through, sneak with some sweet shoes
n skeet on your chicks teets film it repeat n beat it to a freeze frame,
i freeze rain, below sub zero when i phase through the floor n beat lames
on that mortal kombat contact, connected like a contract.
blaze up the bomb sack, no need to ask what im on it,
a bit of bud, a sip of booze with a couple cups of mushrooms
freediving into the planets mantle when we jump through