Freestyle session (who got flows?)

BULLET_ache wrote:i knew you didnt have any more verses left in u 2 cents!!!

I have plenty if verses, but why battle myself? Did you see any challengers? Lol, let me know if you want some lessons, haha

.02 cents wrote:

BULLET_ache wrote:i knew you didnt have any more verses left in u 2 cents!!!

I have plenty if verses, but why battle myself? Did you see any challengers? Lol, let me know if you want some lessons, haha

dick, you got served wit ur run dmc style rhymes lol!! y u think i only give u 16 bars cuz u cant handle more!! haha!!

The only bars you got are candy bars
How close in skill are you to me... Far
Look up in the sky you see those stars
On your best day that's the closest you are
See when I rhyme I go hard
Your rhymes are softer than hot lard
Fucking retard, you tried starting a battle
But you got whooped with a wooden paddle
Gatling guns would do less damage
Then I did to you and I wasn't even trying
Crying on the forum begging for attention
Think you can see me, haha deception
See I'm like an illusion causing confusion
I'm a breath of fresh air your ass is pollution
Actually you ain't nothing more than a rookie
So sit back and rest behind these bars like tookie

Okay, let me join in and drop the quinceanera.....


king here, wit the cold flow, so from the ice i make history/
who got better flows, nobody knows, its just a mystery/
treat this forum like a cup, chewing tobasco, i stay spittin' in it/
i cant be called out, cause im in the house on some punishment/
but i aint the one in trouble, im the one who serve ass whoopins/
so all you bitches, line it up, and get that ass took'n/
dont get excited hoes, i aint on that slept rock/
but in a room fulla bitches, im the hardest, only one wit cock/
the devil's a punk, and i went into hell just to tell him in it/
i backed him up like shaq, he was like "no, wait a minute"/
but i get it in, go hard, and then i have a seat/
tired and took a nap so busy yawnin' at the flows y'all speak, y'all fools weak/
got me waiting on some better choices/
i like music, but y'all kickin' nothing but some noises/
so pick ya poison, step on up, and get some real shit/
cause y'all be on some bootleg, and i be on some diligence...

Back for another session, who here think they the best in they section?/
you'll get fucked, no physical, so this is something like sexting/
you wanna step up and get served, but this aint no movie/
im like the pyramids in egypt, how the fuck you gone move me?/
all you CAN do is discover new shit and the ways i produced it/
keep y'all in check, frozen, stone like, the way i maduss hits/
and this aint even a song, but the hook is amazing/
what hook? the one i swing, making you run like jason chasin', blade facin' you/
slice up y'all tongue make you taste some blood/
on your knees/
bullet paid 2cents for a shot and still came up dude/
double team/
battle scars, y'all aint got that, and y'all dont move crowds/
y'all just talk loud and sctratch ya'self wit'cha nails, y'all clowns/
and 'round here- jokers get poked wit potent flow, floor to the ceiling up/
no excapin'/
i'm the last man standing, closing up shop, like noah's gate when- the flood came/
and i'm aiming red beams at domes before chrome pop off/
leave the crowd shocked in amazemnt like when the second tower got knocked off/
sour is how i leave emcees against me/
unseen, and even buddhist monks couldnt sense me/
and even a century ago, i still could flow, let me rewind back/
louisiana state- future was set- so here i am strapped/
shootin off at the mouth just like a pistol, i dont need a BULLET/
cause you gone hear da pop, but you'll never see me pull it/
im too swift/
too hunnit in my pocket, not 2CENTS/
shaken but never stirred, word is bond, i'm slick in this bitch....

been gone for a while, but now ima make u suckas choke like 8 mile/
your rhymes are childish, messin wit dat child shit u is a pedophile/
jae got one bitch, nd she got your boy hb in da speed dial/
i control what my arms can reach, nd my arms strech out like the nile/

dumpin hard on dese suckas, with dis smither western nine/
going emo in this bitch, bodies droppin like in columbine/
i put the fear in your street, now call me R.L. Stine/
u in contact wit supernatural, welcome to fourth kind/
its my time to shine like that star in christ time/
nd its my time to put a stop to ur wack ass rhymes/

there aint nuttin sweeter, then taking out you fruits/
aint no taking me away, cuz i done put down my roots/
callin me out, its ya death wish, im da star dat shoots/
my rhymes is so hard, its a novel, now call me dean kootz/
im the double h thriller, got u shakin out your boots/
welcome to the jungle bitch, kunta kentay in dis mug, now we in da roots/

So its your boy hb the wanted, im a ghoul so expect it to be haunted/
40 glock on deck and im bout to cock it/
do it like a tashman, cuz u know that ima dump it/
like an entrance wit outta door, cuz u cant knock it/
the name is hb, nd u cant fuck wit/
versace fitted, aint got a guitar, but you know i rock it/
hit the copy button bitch, cuz i know your gunna mock it/
suck ur ass out, take they eye out ur sock it/
boy u is like missin wallet, cuz u outta pocket/
get ur g-shock, il have ur as swimmin, cuz u cant fade wit it/
catchin more fades, then ice cube in da barber shop/
cuffs on my pants, but that dont mean im a cop/
sweepin all u tooty fruits, i feel like a mop/
sick minded, children of the corn, but my hoods not in the crops/
the hoods on athol, right off hemlock/
where we make that shit rock/ like system of a down/ put it down for my ttown/
thats the double h town!!

Wheres All The Challengers???

Bring it on levas the Bullet Lowly needs a challenge.