jus freestylin evryone feel free 2 add on

[Alkahol_Gone]

gotta keep this shit discrete,
foes get lit with heat,
butcher knifes to take lives when ya slit u leak,
watch ya body fly and hit the street,
outline em in chalk to make sure they fit the sheet,
cries for mercy aint shit to me,
stimulate a bitch's clit with glee ejaculate and flee,
fuck the enemy turf I devastate the scene cuz I hate ya team,
aim for ya dome and blaze the beam,
takeover with brazen greed..........

sumone add on

 

[tank locc]

the tanks back on the scene, rippin clean and decimating spleens/
its been a minute since i been in it but i till put u in embers like humboldt green/
my lines u must read between, vocal spits cease life like ar-15s/
ur chest depletes as u r hit with a poweful beam, dipped in all black my prescecne is never seen/

its been a minute for me

 

[Alkahol_Gone]

4 excessive chatter Ill make a muthafucka's brain splatter leavin blood stains,
causin severe chest and head pains,
a baseball bat swing I bring to scramble ya brains,
brutalize with a mutilation demonstration and leave ya corpse tied up in chains,
squrtin blood from opened veins,
liquify murdered victims and dump em in sewer drains,
fuck with me Ill knock ya life off track like crashin trains!
butcher knifes 4 slashin veins swing a hammer 4 bashin brains,
they fakin game on my side stakin claims so Im brutally attackin smashin lames!

 

[tank locc]

emittin wit alcohol gone, leavin ya shell shocked cuz were droppin bombs/
with bitchmades i dont get along, end up bodybaggin they mom/
slaughterin familes and makin em chop me like im thier lawn, i hit em like a 6 foot bong/
smokin em but i aint cheech nor chong, put it on wax and call it the asshole song!

 

[FATAL NYGHTMARE]

itz tha return of tha FATALITIEZ, twizted when lifted, leavin headz splitted lyke personalitiez/
nobody can handle-me, by hand foot or cavalry, im damaging bodiez leavin skullz shattering/
fuck battering, im practicing more severe-and-crued-tacticz/
if ya aint down with K.K. then you punk ass queerz-are-true-faggotz/
we still rollin five deep, defeatin enemiez without effort/
step up and get served with fire so hot you leave with a burnt sweatshirt/
burned and charred, you cazket iz clozed lyke a sealed-letter/
be az good az u wish but we still-better, leavin your body in rigormortis, cold lyke chilled-weather/

had a few minutez.

 

[tank locc]

clean shit fatal

 

[Alkahol_Gone]

with a Jason mask and a knife Im slashin ya wife,
snappin her life then inhalin chronic til Im cashin the pipe,
KK on mine we alwayz rappin it tight,
rival crews get ran through with a fuck you and left open and bleedin,
no love 4 fags deepthroatin and feedin,
deep cuts to release ya guts Inferno keeps the butcher knife gleamin,
alwayz on fire like Freedy Krueger with a homicidal desire 2 have all foes die screamin,
they scared shitless runnin like Willie Beamin from this unholy demon!

 

[CURT B]

i run through yo squad blasting,catchin
as many of u faggots as i can with the everlasin mac 10/
im bacc man/ gobblin up u suckaz like pac man/
i slap cats that be threatenin with them black gats/
then i let the slug smash through they bacc/
blastin on n e south side sewer rat/
on the siccness im new to rap/
but to others im an o.g./
so dont hate and judge me when u dont know me/
i flow see/
with original rhymes/
flippin switches and hittin bitches with provisional signs/
right now thats all im gonna speak/
but later im liable to come tighter and post on the tha top of the mountain peak

 

[Scabs N Guts]

Now it's that "OH NO!
Time to get up and go!"
The song chanted by hoes,
and the scary bitch negroes.
The four blows, leavin' smoke
seapin' out their cornrows.
This feels like droppin' nodoes,
then sippin' 10 cold cokes.
Or the ones up the nose.
All Hallowz don't fucc with those.
I'd rather kill myself before,
I make my body and soul,
go right out the window.
I'm gone, bless me with hope.
Got this newse'd rope.
Put it around my throat.
Now it's in your hands whether I go...

Gotta throw my 2 cents in....

 

[tank locc]

i make life end, cant nobody contend/
inside anotomies i bend, ur lacerations u must mend/
to be me u try to pretend, but u wouldnt be comensurate if my style i lent/
blow u over like an unstaked tent, ur styles worth about 2 cents/
im a solid wall of cement, ur rhymes wouldnt have punches if ur name was ken(street fighter)/
im out of reach even if u extend, rap styles and intoxication i blend

 

[Alkahol_Gone]

if doctors give me a labatomy they'll find nuthin but evil in their dissection,
watch Inferno spread the infection muthafuckas askin for mercy is a stupid question,
pull out their intrails like a C-Section cuz blood gives me an erection,
Inferno stays fuckin bitches like a Flordia election,
pound the guts of sluts bust sum nuts and leave their body parts under the intersection,
evil never dies so prepare for the unholy resurrection,
slash and maim burn em with the flame and leave em in intese pain,
blood pours like rain when rivals get slain Inferno's insane muthafuckas dont wanna know the sick thoughts that perkalate in my brain,
wearin human flesh for masks like Ed Gein,
Ill blast ya apart like Max Payne,
but Inferno aint no Rockstar so bitch this aint no Game!

 

[CURT B]

fucc all bustas and haters/ fakin to blast and carry yo head on a platter like a waiter/ fucc them marks/ that be pretendin to start/ real beef with the ill g that be blowin fools off the chart/ with dope flows/ leavin my enemies with cold toes and a broke nose/ im a raw rida/ smashin and blastin makin the competetor a saw biter/ im a law fighter/ that likes to break the rules/ why bend em when the cake is filled with jewels/ gotta scrounge up that paper/ willin to do n e thing like bein the sheet draper/ dogg im the beat raper/ cuz i handle my shit/ just ridin and rappin with a grasp on my grip/ i smash on a bitch and smoke on a zip/ so that when i locc with my clip/ i dont blow the whole trip/ gotta keep the heat in motion/ like ur mom when she like to beat my meat with lotion/ im descrete with a notion/ to leave yo chest and head blowin/ im tha next rodent to leave yo chest explodin

i had a few minutes to speak

 

[dissciple211]

lil long key to this

Man you think I like doin dirt,I do this shit to remain breathing/Relyin on duns but words are deceivin,morse code message for variable ounces receivin/chestplate believin,beef with me I dont think you can handle ya moms grievin/Left clavical queezin,trigger squeezin is diplomatic/pistols unload five its like daily static,bless me with a beat and I jam on it like an automatic/pavement ablazed but the temperature is bitterly shiverin/get by with the special deliverin,I leave the livest shakin and quiverin/Hailing from the grounds where the brokest thugs drive Benz's/Lifestyle burns a hole in my heart like sunlight reflectin lenses,paranoid and lost all senses/Revolvers continously empty deeply in the trenches,po sip gin with snake eyes laid back on park benches/Screw members over like renches leavin money hungry stenches/Its all about glimpsing the sunlight tommorow when the pointer clenches/Its a warzone out here,steam rising from the left over shells/wake up to hells bells,struggle and survivin those are the compounds of my life and why it gels/Listen to scriptures and the lessons it teaches and tells,my lifes a neverending cycle/You slept with the teddy bear,I slept with my loaded rifle/To kill to survive is to live life delightful/Lookin over your shoulder how can you be insightful,in feat of being the next on outlined in chalk/My life ya cant fake like a balk,to get out my scope you gotta climb longer than Jack did on the beanstalk/Damn will this shit ever end,never able to relax always ready and aware/blinded by the glistening glare,if i die except my moms will anyone care/travel deep into the ambigous stare,glimpse into my eyes and see why Im truly unique/Witness me at my peak,if i give a fuck does that mean im weak/Either way bring it hard because im gonna defintely bust,Im always gonna survive,this is a trust/

 

[Asthmatic]

my 4 play's playin trumpets in ya pussy and havin murders commited on my birthday-switch it up wit switched styles and switch from a strap to a switch blade-switch ya bitch from tha front ta da back naked on tha cover and da first page-motha fukas talkin shit release my anger ta release tha rage-misconceptions and anticipation of pain and blood is a crutial mix in the recipe of disaster-mafia intentions of puttin ur feet in a bucket then fill it wit plaster*then drop u under water*-kill u ur sister ya moms and ya father-givin a fuk wether ur missed or mourned as long as it dont make this place hotter-the place is the space between the outside world and this misplaced place-sometimes i feel like this whole world was mistakin after a mistake in tha first place-now my only intentions are wether i should erase the entire human race-ta make gods mistake a correction and easy down the pressure of my erection-iont get hard off seein bitches i get hard off seein um die-i bust nuts after stabbin bitches faces and seein blood flow out they eye-i use they mashed up brain like that nigga did wit da cherrys in american pie-no better orgasmic feelin then seein a bitch u love die

 

[CURT B]

i mash down tha blocc/ with a pound of dope stashed down my sock/ i'm gettin chased by the cops/ but they're about to be erased by my glock/ cuz i wont let my crime be misplaced if i talk/ this world is cold and i'm shiverin/ my work is bold that's why im deliverin/ them slugs/ and slangin them drugs/ cuz im tired of this pain that i obtain with a hug/ i've given to life and its beat me down to rock bottom/ the fools jacked me and tried to bounce but my glock caught em/ now they're lyin face up in a casket/ while my murder weapon is placed up in a waste basket/ but they couldnt open the box/ cuz my amunition filled they're body like a load full of rocks/ bout to explode off the blocc/ when the rapid fire implode out the chop/another body facialized with make-up/ in a deep sleep that aint gonna never let them wake up

 

[MrDontGIVEaFUCK]

i'm come crisp and clean, attitude more then mister mean//
Keep talkin and i'll clean ya mouth out with out listerine//
Its a freestyle meanwhile i hold guns, money? you fold none//
I fuck a virgin hard to tickle her heart, and her man tear him a part//
i've gone of subject but fuck it... you a balla driving a 1992 bucket//
lol hella gay..

 

[n9newunsixx5150]

When's killin' 'em. Hell bent on it and smells fear in 'em. Who's feelin him who keeps his speeches sewn up so twisted. To each his own in feelin the bliss amidst the myst that keeps a blind bitch blind and yet still listenin' to mine in high pitches. Get riches to lose 'em when ya die time aligns with the prior inches you took off and minuses ya couldn't shook off, prior you see it 20/20. Funny, but only in retro did money make ya speed fast. Now steadily you burned it off like petro, take heed and blast. Warned of the last bleed, at last, and feed off the last days til fed up the ass in ways that which has made ya aged and caged in a plastered rage has ya flavor sour to savor many pages after book's been written and ya life wagered...........................

 

[Epidemic]

I have returned from the essence/
To make cowards feel my presence/
Pass sentence all fakes pay penance/
Or get hurt blow the lining off ya skirt/
Young Inferno supplied the freestyle topic/
Hot like lit chronic its bubonic like the plauge/
And you cats understanding of winning is vauge/
Means you cant remember your soul I dismember/
Ive come back so in this game I renter.....

EPIDEMIC-IAM BACK

 

[Bone]

Like christ its like I neva left/ Emcees live through me But have no respect/ Online I have no enemies I peep they heat Aint seen no teks/Swear on me they blast 91 sicc eye candy dont count/Leavem wit no choices like a trampleen Yall gotta bounce/ Im puttin niggaz in early retirement Like T. Crouch/ Off some gay baby shit Pm'n niggaz plottin on taken me out/ No response to expectations Yo dogg Im controllin this/ I make niggaz cocky Talkin bout who dey rollin wit *muah

 

[SlangsumLangsam]

hye fool i sput quick//
slap a hoe in tha ass cause shes a trick//
get gone outa this spot like lightning//
cause my verbal attack on ur game is frightning//
i attack every werd u spit cause ur rhymes dont elevate//
so just lay off tha crack dawg cause dieing will be ur fate//
im trying 2 give u a few pointers cause i want u in this game//
cause ill speard my wealth prosperity and fame//