Rhyme Cypher

[Soar Kaid]

Theres nothing to show for my redacted text ,
This is for you virb ,
with the mack I rest ,
I'll finally go to sleep after I blast the rest ,
Rhyme the words together like you said and you get this massive text , (<--- this is a massive text)
Virbs sister? ,
Nah ,
I aint smashed it yet ,
But at last she’s dressed ,
I’m in my hood clothes ,
I’m in that savage mess ,
Bent her knee’s to Soar Kaid ,
Now she’s at last correct ,
Virb you come after me ,
you’ll pay a massive debt ,
Ultimate Warrior moves ,
I will crab your legs ,
Lol on this last text ,
So do you think me and ya moms can have sex?


next rhyme: clean dish

[Virbius]

I give Cthulhu belly rubs and feed him steamed fish.
I get terrible munchies after a weed mish.
I break in labs and eat from random petri vessels... clean dish.
Uh, there’s not a lot which rhymes with clean dish...
Might have to throw in some slurs like I seem pished
I told the genie in the bottle I ain’t need a free wish,
Just fuck off and let me drink my Jim Beam bish.

Next rhyme: fortified wine

[Bag Mandela]

Back on point it's, oh dear - porcupine time,
2 girls 1 cup, what kind of sordid type mind...
2 girls, zwei Frauen, 1 cup, surely... Einstein?
VR headset, if I said porn isn't why I bought it I lied,
I know a lot of junkies busy snorting white lines,
If I tick n they don't pay they start a war n might die,
Send a nutty Scottish goon with a Colt 45, nine,
The jock strapped & let it buck fast like fortified wine,
Act like they wanna scrap til they're floored n I'm fine,
Fake boxers, they must be from the Callvin Kein line

Next rhyme: Sicilian

[Virbius]

Whether you’re a Brit, Sicilian, mixed, Brazilian, Cypriot or Syrian, we’re all simply simian.
Well, except for me, I’ve got a bit of Stygian, king of Midian, sitting reminiscing like I miss oblivion.
Fuck Miss Universe, I flirt with Miss Oblivion. my mindset’s Dionysian, sitting sipping gin out of chipped obsidian.
My dick’s ophidian, it’s got its own sick opinions, considers the entire bible script as a simple idiom.
I get blunts packed by willing minions, with fitting diligence, as I’m sitting sipping the koolaid that killed Davidians, like, “yo, you got any more? that drink was brilliant”.
I’ve got an IQ of a gigazillion. If I ran on the spot, Earth would flip meridians.

Next rhyme: Tekken Seven

[Soar Kaid]

I use Ling Xaio in Tekken Seven ,
Hit you with the lotus flower after I smash you with eleven weapons ,
If you push X plus square plus triangle you can some times shoot with Lei , (thats for tekken 6, secret move)
A Secret move with Xaio I found out is hold down and push down plus back plus X and O OK? (Thats for tekken 3)
I'm cheatin with the drunken master style for a drink ,
When I start a unblockable kick ,
you can't think ,
Law aint a beast no more ,
Its like that fat dude on tekken took an aerobics course ,
Raps comin from Tekken sixes soldier force ,
Its takin me too long to abort...

next rhyme: high tail

[Virbius]

Uh if you were tryna rhyme those lines with ‘Tekken seven’, the rhymes failed.
Recollections... did I ever mention bout this thread’s intention? is your mind frail?
I can’t believe those bars are for real, like a quite stale wine sale. or a mimes’ jail.
I did your bitch doggy style and high tailed.
We remade two girls one cup with Christ’s grail.
I mean the wrought iron kind when I say I bite nails.
I take a stroll through the park and vines flail.
I buy Amazonian ayahuasca by Prime mail.
I’mma take S’ cargo, like fried snails, since he lacks spine and leaves slime trails.
You ain’t right for the ‘site’ like you write Braille.
The amount I buy yay’ll need some Statue of Liberty sized scales.

Next rhyme: green belt

[Bag Mandela]

Protect n land, tang soo do green belt,
Way of the hand, pull ya card when these dealt,
Heads up I make ya roof leak if my knee felt,
They're great at first, til they get a grillin big up cheese melts,
Call me homo I'll say I'm hetero cunt, check the sea kelp,
Honestly nice, see me inferrin tact, check the sheep pelt,
Every test result you know I made A but didn't need help,
Chase the meal, gets nasty when I buck it, I don't read Yelp

Next Rhyme: Money Spinner

[Virbius]

I could turn anti-capitalist ‘revolutions’ to a money ‘spinner’.
I wrestled with my conscience once. they judged me winner.
Yet every time I diss Soar I feel like some kind of puppy kicker.
I think up unwise advice to give young beginners.
I call the fly agaric shroom... Sund’y dinner.
For lunch I figure I’ll just puff vanillas as the dutchie simmers..
I admire the exquisite bouquet of aromas as I’m huffing thinners.
I ain’t play-right. I’d headbut a cunt while we’re discussing Pinter.



Next rhyme: kiwi bird

[Bag Mandela]

Some puppies need a kickin, believe me Virb,
I'll race you to see who's fuckin knees bleed first,
I fucked a bitch from New Zealand that's a kiwi bird,
Skeet skeet, burst, found out VD hurts,
Cuz that bitch had gonorrhoea now my pee pee burns,
If people weren't cunts, this'd be a police free world,
I like to smoke DMT, leave earth,
Let my 3rd eye show me everything I see's been blurred

Next Rhyme: Witness Protection

[Virbius]

I run drugs across borders of different dimensions.
Instead of regular pets I keep a cryptid collection.
And some puppies need to get kicked as a lesson.
...Hey, bad Soar, stop sniffing at rectums.
As a kid I’d sit skinning spliffs in detention,
And if anyone told they’d get witness protection.
When I’m old I’ll buy nothing but piff with the pension,
And get high while I wait for my spirit’s ascension.

Next rhyme: hot potato

[Bag Mandela]

I was playing hot potato with a hot potato,
I'm vegsexual and, fuck, that was one hot potato,
Sprouts float my boat, I sneak em off the plate so I can fuck Brussels up like I'm bombing NATO,
Eating them at Xmas gives me a rotten a-hole,
Trump at the table, get asked to leave but want to stay though,
Harry Potter's a batty and he's nobbing Draco,
Big up Soar for being a modern Plato,
I like rollercoasters but not the wait so I you can find me cutting lines like I'm shottin yayo

Next Rhyme: Loaded Dice

[Bag Mandela]

I was playing hot potato with a hot potato,
I'm vegsexual and, fuck, that was one hot potato,
Sprouts float my boat, I sneak em off the plate so I can fuck Brussels up like I'm bombing NATO,
Eating them at Xmas gives me a rotten a-hole,
Trump at the table, get asked to leave but want to stay though,
Harry Potter's a batty and he's nobbing Draco,
Big up Soar for being a modern Plato,
I like rollercoasters but not the wait so you can find me cutting lines like I'm shottin yayo

Next Rhyme: Loaded Dice

[Virbius]

Soar’s the modern Plato? nah his style’s like Ovid writes, if Ovid was smoking spice.
Or as odd-as-he might be, dude’s Homer nice.
I prefer ricin over rice. (fucking delicious)
I learned advanced ventriloquism skills just for provoking fights.
I get so high... I make the leftover tinfoil into tiny little boats for mice. (Some real shit.)
I only take my own advice. I ain’t afraid of death, only sober nights.
On road in Roman robes and Nikes, fleeing the scene on a stolen bike, maybe a Skoda trike. (didn’t even know they made those).
I got a cold stare from a polar bear so I broke the ice.
I crash parties of socialites with some homeless guys.
Snake eyes, that’s an oversight and a cobra bite.
I ain’t even need loaded dice...
I roll two sixes and claim both are nines. (upside down? nah cuz.)

Next rhyme: tuna sandwich

[Bag Mandela]

I miss the taste of tuna sandwich,
But at least I don't have to electrocute, stab or shoot a cabbage,
If they put chicken in my mushroom bhuna, that's it,
I'll point my shotty at his head n pass the dude a bandage,
I make their teeth, nose, moobs n hands itch,
Say they don't like my flows n I'm a fool that chats shit,
But every time I drop a new tune the tracks lit n they slap on the beat like bonin a super fat bitch

Next Rhyme: Maths equation

[Virbius]

I only accept unconditional surrender; fuck a pact with Satan.
Heaven’s irrelevant, I’ve got god locked in an abandoned basement.
I watch the rise and fall of man and match the cadence in a rap arrangement.
I’m redistributing goods like I’m teaching kids a maths equation...
Like, if Sam has a bitch, and I have six bitches, and then Sam’s is taken...?
Or, if a train departs at 06:28, but I’ve trapped the station...?
I stamp on heads and crack the pavements.
Government policies like Kafka made em.
I just do stupid shit to baffle agents, on road in random raiments;
Police sketch artists have to channel Francis Bacon.


Next rhyme: season’s greetings