Free Rhymin Fuck Everybody

[Illume]

I wreck the balance with effortless contextual talent.
So let me spell 'sex' and inject my phallus till your mom's wrecked and absent then
chant on complex melodious levels with an odious presence,
So the only valid inflections are wholly grotesque ones at best, see
my only reflection reveals a demonic complexion,
And I'll thrust my pelvis into your fuckin questions,
And fuck em to segments,
Then cum on your premise,
Till you question whether your logic's infected.
You can't invoke a reaction from this soulless phantom,
Or hold infraction against this lawless random.
You can't fault a man who only talks in anthems.
Wreaks his havoc, it's psychopathic, platinum.
You won't preach compassion with this beefed assassin,
Or keep your castles standin from this breaching saxon.
So keep your captions offa this seething acid.
I don't need you rabids, all tryina eat my passions.
I write rhymes on this paper with my eyes shut,
Then take the page and rip the fuckn lines up.
Fabricate a mental hate till it fires up.
Then arrange the hit, and kill you with a mind-fuck.

[DexLabb]

everyone look im cyprus hill oh wait cyprus hill sucks balls and prob addicted to meth squatting in tupacs summer estate

[Illume]

everyone look im cyprus hill oh wait cyprus hill sucks balls and prob addicted to meth squatting in tupacs summer estate

I could put a Barnardo's label on that gaping vagina of yours and people would start throwing pennies into it. Stfu.

[DexLabb]

OH SHIT! OH SHIT U MAD? bro write me another cyprus hill verse come at me, squabblin with a hobbit-squadderin' leave u hobblin' like the hob gobblin'

[DexLabb]

SHOTS FIRED

[Ghost1]

U seem upset

[DexLabb]

So let me spell 'sex' and inject my phallus till your mom's wrecked and absent then