10 bar FREESTYLE!!!

springing from the demons like broken couch cushions
cultural upbringing , twice minded , stay away and i keep pushin

it aint an attitude but rather the lifestyle , burn the blaze and keep bushin
burnin trees with the breeze, drinking beers till the 3rd appears

drowing thoughts to inner hemispheres/ 1

tripleminded is what I call me
never one that accept any type of authority -
but I keep in mind my main type of priority /

smartphone status or pc desktop stuck
I really dont ever give a fuck

feed em chicken , turkey, fish , cow or a fuckin duck...

oh and good luck

This is getting awkward.
I fall short of cocksure.
I ball, like the doctor.
Which doc?--I'm not sure.
Fiddle to a tank drum.
I dig a little grape gum.
I swig a little snake rum,
before I change the station.

not to MAYNshion-

the potato vod, the silly gin
the type of water that makes a holy grin

from the regions of no other reasons
but the special kind of turn up seasons

pass the bud and pass the brew
interportal the type of stuff we need to do

all happy and good green is what its all about
lite it up, puff it out and give a shout

marc88101 said:

WOW, this takes the cake on retarded threads! I'm embarrassed for you both!

Click to expand...

lmao

Does anyone even read the post? LMAO

Without a doubt, no clout,
I'm the standard cause of gout.
Stand and talk. Sit and spin.
Either way: the same amount.
Reefer references: I'm out.
Referral to the Eagle Scout.
Buy my weed from miners
who dig ounces out of pounds.

This forums dead a ghost like the dinosaurs

Just a buncha kids in their moms basement lookin to score

There use to be growers treading new ground

Now its just an archive of weed's lost and found

The pulse is gone and this bitch be flatlined

Gonna be another overgrow of who's who in due time

They let culture killers like spammy roam free

Cuz he brings in traffic and that's the bottom line for the powers that be

Don't forget this place was about learning to grow weed

Remember that next time a newbie asks what to feed

Neo...I knew you had bars

The method of rise ending.
I got a pie I'm sending.
Two dollar lines, impending.
The rest alliance of a silence rending all intending.
West pressed and fly upending.
To task it, try dust blending.
To pass the time, just pass the trident. Spike the pie I'm lending.

Awkward evening underwear.
I stumble forth amongst the inward cadence monkey sluts who dare to strut around out there.
It's not a passion stunt.
That's just some primo cunt.
I got the spunk to fill your fatty fat badonkadonk.

You can tell I'm trying real hard here.

I packed up my phallus
and moved into the palace they arranged.
They said UPGRAYEDD we NEED you.
Get up here. We'll feed you.
You can have our queens, too!
We just need to SEE YOU.

So I packed up my giant dong and rolled into town.
I said, "I've got a big phallus. Now please don't fuck around.
Direct me to the king's palace, where I might sell my wares...

AND THAT'S HOW I BECAME THE TOWN CLOWN OF A FRESH CUNT BARE OF HAIR.

I waxed on all the clowns, and headed to the town square.
They said, "we got the rounds and pounds, if you got dice in your hair!"
I thought if anything that I could say this town was quite rare...
but I said, "Nah, forget it, now that UPGRAYEDD IS HERE!"

I - trounced - seventeen bouncers
who's balls had grown hair.
They said, "Son, we got your number"
but SUCKAH I DON'T LIVE THERE...
so if you do me, do my time,
and do me right, right out the house.
Because if I done catch you creepin',
you gon' wish we had it out.

But now that fact's rare.
And it's a status quo misquoting.
I got chapped hair,
and my impression's always floating.
So get back hair...
and get back on off my gout.
Because if I don't get some silence,
I'ma HAVE TO THROW YOU OUT.

This is a STACK SCENE.
We got DIMES AND WE GOT LIME.
You don't CRACK ME,
but you don't do much for my whine.
We got STACKED TREES.
We burn excess ALL the time.
So don't ATTACK ME...
unless you want to meet the fire.

This is how I roll,
mad seven, twenty-four.
When the stitches barely heal
I'll hang my ass out your back door
while you do ninety...
down freeways, circa '99.
While every one's out-bleeding,
I'll stay home and do my time.
Tell me how you roll.
Are you a fat dick slave?
Or are you casual?
More like a hat-trick save?
I'm a natural.
And I get locked like natty dread.
So pull up on the side
where you won't get filled thick with lead.

Damn son.
I just made this shit up on the spot so I could jam one.
I didn't mean to break off the whole pot.
But now this tantrum--
it could be the best damn account I've got.
Upgrayedd is handsome.
I think I'll stick with this hot shot.
And in the mean time...
I'm not gonna post about no grows.
No, I am stream lined.
And I'll tell you how it's gonna go:
I'm spitting these lines.
Whether what you want is what you show or what you can't hack...
it doesn't matter, bro.
Now get that chip shit off my back.

So slip it.
Rip another rhythm.
Drip another drip drip drip upon the cymbal.
And if you cast-call, baby, I am single.
Because when last faults plays,
I always mingle.

Lt. Ripley,
All i do is..Spark Alien.//
White Snake,
Karma got me louder than a stadium//
Thanks to Med Man
Half my grow is Canadian//
Desert Storm, Flower bomb...
Affie & Iranian//

Elvis, in the BUILDING...
Canna Venture in the Drink//
Got Road Kill Skunk,
Now the Ona Gel STINK//
Pot Pimp,
No purple,
Just Grand Daddy Pink//
Trinity & Triangle...In Sync
what you think??//

Echo!

ECHO!

ECONOMIC SERVITUDE!

EVERY ONE DISMANTLES YOU!

WHEN THEY GET HALF A CHANCE.

I can't like shit, or I would.

No wood knock.

I don't have to tell you, I'd sell you a full pill bottle.

But I'd have to clarify, what are the contents...

it's not a hot sock or a pocket of pulling pence.

Only bee's knees and the three's company pair of hots...

only sweet dreams and a bucket of cornish cocks...

only street beats and a cockle of coroner's clots.

No, my sheet's deep, like the freak at the corner shop.

Holy shit, I should probably copyright all of this.
Someone out there's surely bout to copy all my evidence.
Manufacture something set against demure pop...
everyone will crowd around and beg for more UPGRAYEDDDDDDDD...

they'll drop the beat on several D's...
make them stand up in the street...
wonder what became of me...
and then the BASS DROPS!!!

CAN YOU FEEL THAT IN YOUR COCK?
HOLY SHIT THE BATTLE SHIPS HAVE HOUNDS.
RELEASE THE ROCK!

HE WILL SMASH FOOLS.
He is a mighty big dude.
He is not always known as Rock,
he is The Dwayne Johnson Expruce!
Oh shit, that guy's hot.
But I'm no homo.
NO I'M NOT!
I just happen to like some Lil Wayne and Dwayne The Rock!

HEY FUCK YOU!
DON'T CALL ME FAGGOT MOTHER FUCKER!
I WILL SMASH YOU!
THIS IS NOT CADENCE!
WE'RE NOT LOVERS!---

Look.
I'm mad cool.
I'm all collected, now. And calm.

So drip your drawers on friday.
Get that snake up out my arm.

Tony Stark...