Stream Of Conciousness Rhyming

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Apr 25, 2002
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Anybody wanna try this? Basically, just start typing and try to rhyme shit with no kind of thought being put into it. Its like freestyling, but without preconcieving weather it makes sense of not, let it flow into its own context. Just let your thoughts pour as you type out rhymes. A lot of this shit comes out pretty funny. Here I go:




Chords, Cords, piano or pants.
Whores, on the floors with guano filled ass
Why dont you pass, piss on piss poor tactics
And its more drastic than any Jurassic bastard
And factor the Richter, like the scale
Impale a pale horse and of course Andy Ricter's for sale
Victor and Mateo, victory entails
Hickory flavored snails, snort rails of tasty entrails
the inktrail leads back to the inkwell
It stinks, well, hell is nothing better
A Lord Vader is a skater, a tot of tator a go-getter
And wetter is better when it comes to her chedder
I perfer Velveeta in my skeezer, and Filas or Adidas
Fuck a Nike, he might be the one and only air pocket
Pop it in sixth grade, a rice rocket with sprokets
And broccoli tacos be a delicacy in my bakery
I make them for goodness sake, I be a chef or a chief
A Chef Boyardee on kief, cooler than Kieth
But not the Richards, I got beef, and its in my stained briefs
And tealeaves is Oolong, and who's strong?
Me, and only me, I go down in history with listerine on my teeth
and histimines give me grief, a charle brown thinks its good
but charlie brown would, because linus is on Charlie Brown's wood
And snoppys on the penis, and fuck im stuck
because i dont know the rest of the Peanuts, i lick gloss of off moss
and it grows to the west, diana ross has a gross breast
and some stinky ass breath, and pubes like a crows nest
I profess the professional horde of the hopeless
and topless hoes get they tops back when they focus
like a 35 millimeter, cause peter is Tosh
and spicy girl is posh, or even baby with a cross
and crucifix, and crucify the Y in spanish fly
a house fly leads a short life especially in my
house in particular, i catch flys with chopsticks
and mr miyagi says Banzai when I chopped his
blocks of ice, it wasnt nothin nice fighting Chosen
but I pulled out the drumdoll and kicked ass like it grows in
the side of the mountian, where i planted the tree
and them punk mutha fuckas threatened to drop me
so I gave them the tree and they broke it in half
and sent the poor little thing down the cliff and then laughed
and miyagi was mad, because his tree felt the wrath
but he still would train me, i guess he's old and he's lazy
 

B-Buzz

lenbiasyayo
Oct 21, 2002
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lmao, that was actually dope as fuck, good shit Melo

Ive been writing like that a lot lately, its pretty dope if youre creative. I got a couple saved, Ill post em up later
 

B-Buzz

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Hoe please, just show me you don’t know me
Swing my sword like Shenobi, blow me and don’t tell like Kobe
Roll B’s with Will and stack the line like 4-3
Hurricane Barbara Crew, all we do is blow trees
Im with TGeezy you punk rock beezy
Im 3-D, you aint got the glasses you cant see me
Figure 8’s were fun till I hit the corner
Blood donor, fumbled the sack like Kurt Warner
We Giants, from the Sco though, not New York
Shrimp fried rice and pork, no fork, use the spork
Im wylin, rollin around in a Nissan, we feast on violence
Finish this verse, my brain needs its moment of silence
Not thizzin, Im wishin I was fishin
Get away from the bitchin and fry some bass up in the kitchen
Aint from the V but I pimp broads like Mac Mall
Mack your mom and split her like a Roger Clemens fast ball
And on my ride I got 4 Choppers that cut shit like Gambits spades
I aint talkin bout rims or blades
Im talkin bout AK’s that sweep the street like Kay Slay
Who’s broke? dirty as fuck like a zoos rope
Cavity searches at the airport, my shits too dope
Camel Lights, Zippos, booze, and two dykes
Who spiked the punch, hang on to whatever the dude writes
Pop some Advil, the man will moon walk in a stand still
The vans filled with empty bottles and brown pills
Sucka duck when I pluck a buck from under my nuts
Don’t know why I keep them there, I walk funny from the paper cuts
 
Apr 25, 2002
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Flowin off the top of the dome, its like a bitch
sucking chrome off a trailer hitch, I make it known
that my poems make no sense at all
a petty thief will castrate and go fence my balls
the highest bidder drinks liquor and fucks off his liver
I make the pussylips drip, flip and then they quiver
And i deliver all the hot greasy beef injections
I leave her itching with all kinds of yeast infections, up in her midsection
Dripping like a runny faucet, I gotta toss it
just like a salad, put my lips on her clit and I sing a ballad
But I dont dance the ballet, hear what I say
see what i do, feel what I spray, a .22, I get loose
But the duece-duece is way too small to hit cha
I shoot bigger rounds out my sore urethra and git cha
And then Ill beat cha, with nothing but my ugly features
then fantasize about the thighs on my ninth grade teacher
I can remeber her, she was like a Mexican
I used to press my little boner against the desk and bend
all the way back, and stick it in the waistband of my pants
and shoot loads on myself as she would advance
and now her ass, it used be like something special
the curve in her pants used to break my bust-a-nut threshold
I remeber on the earthquake drill, she gave me chills
under her desk with her ass in the air, oh what a thrill
To this day, i dream of her mouth on my dill
just like a pickle, sucking on my shit like a popsicle
or an Otter Pop, cause shes hot and Id eat her twat
if her panties dropped, Id use her clit for a coughdrop
like it was a ludens, but Im a student, she was my teacher so
Id have to take notes as I was eatin out her pussyhole
 

UGT

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I NEED SUM WEED,IM TRYNA FINDA BAG,I LUV MARYJANE,LIKE SPIDERMAN,SMOKE EVERYDAY N STAY HIGHER THAN,THE EMMMPIRE ---STATE BUILDIN I LIKE TO MASTERBATE ITS A GREAT FEELIN,JUST ASK DJ MARK,HEARD HE GOT CAUGHT WIT 3 GAYS IN THE DARK,
I GOT KICKED OUT MY HOUSE N LIVED 3 DAYS AT THE PARK,,N SLEPT ON DA BENCH,BUT I STILL GOT WEEDED IN GOT HEAD FROM YER BITCH
 

Jake

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MeloTrauma said:
Anybody wanna try this? Basically, just start typing and try to rhyme shit with no kind of thought being put into it. Its like freestyling, but without preconcieving weather it makes sense of not, let it flow into its own context. Just let your thoughts pour as you type out rhymes. A lot of this shit comes out pretty funny.
i think this is how camron writes his raps,haha
 
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Creme filled luxury, marshmallow dipped in honey
Milk money knockin' back Chip Ahoy in my tummy
Nose runny, so funny fluffy bunny got me hungry
If eating was a game, we'd be playin' Rugby
Fuck your pita bread, hummus and shushi roll
I got deep fried bacon burgers out the booty hole
Give me juicey gold onion rings with tartar sauce
Fuck boobies, feed me gumbo out at Mardi Gras
Sarge Hustle makes me pancakes 'til my ass shakes
Kalyn makin' me shrimp, steaks and clam bakes
It's the mandate, drive thru veteran never gettin' thin
Steppin' in front of women, I ain't no Gentleman
Dip my scrotum in pudding, catch me lickin' my nuts
Can't eat just one ruffle, Truffle Shuffle ripple my gut
Nipple to butt, cover it in pudding and I'll lick it clean
Fat fuck barrel boy, just toss tubby a Kripsy Kreme
 
Apr 25, 2002
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I got an itchy rectum, and my balls stink when I check em
two fingers all it takes when I shake salt from my snake
more like an earthworm, for petes sake, it got germs
the rebate never earns for the ghonnarea burns
and my pubic perm is looking just like a Brady kid
I hairspray my pubes like girls in the 80s did
with Aqua Net and best bet, I be the flyest
just like a jumbo jet with a Nam vet for a pilot
With regret like Pontius Pilate, we fly to some islands
and surf a tsunami while giving moments of silence
and then comes the violence, listen, there goes the violins
i got a two-seat Benz so come on friends, pile in
You throw the towel in, you quit like you was boxin
but the only way out is with a Death Wish like Charles Bronson
And Charles is in charge, turn you yellow like Marge
Simpson, so betta listen to my funky rendition
Airy like diction, my dicks on a dixie cup mission
I bust a nut and fill it up for you to gargle into submission
control the reflex, because sex is on my mind
better find a Durex cause its goin in your behind
If your butt had a hyman, well then hyman is all mine
cause I dine on the ass and spit shine the pantyline