Yo
Here's my opening monologue
Your rhymes are wack as fuck like from a Sears catalogue
it's like spilling my seed on the floor and you licking it up like a dog
it's like George Bush drowning himself in egg nog
circa 1972
and your style ain't new
I stick lyrical hydrogen bombs down your throat, with extra radiation
they explode in your esophagus and ashes come out ya anus
this is punishing, like the KGB
hooking up dissidents to electric chairs
then sticking needles through eyes, until they can't see
so take the challenge, cite a source
if I catch you lying, faggot, you're an infant that gets beat
I consult with the devil, and the devil himself would be hesitant to endorse

IBTMowbs

some real suckas here tonight

Word to your mother...
I fuck bitches left and right
Droppin my balls on the chins of bitches that stand in my way!

some chick challenged me to one during my conferecne championship party last year..then i saw her out on st pat day and took her whack ass out

mowbs will drop the bombz on yo cracka asses

are we talking original raps here?

for my next trick, I'll do the obligatory pro-Marxist/Jewish conspiracy rap

Check it
you've been conditioned by 500 years of Bourgeois learning
but you slip up and get bitch slapped like a Jewish tax attorney
don't bring that weak shit into this situation
before you get blown up like drunken white trash NASCAR drivers racin'

Here I go sittin’ at my Panera Bread
Keeping it real like Sean of the dead.
I’m on laptop sippin’ my black coffee
Eatin my muffin, cause you know I’m crazy

It’s Christmas eve and I’m back in my hood
West side Wichita baby, you know we up to know good
So much to do tonight so much shit to fuck up
Maybe go out with the family and tear up Pizza Hut.

So don’t becomin’ up here don’t you even dare
Because I’ll even put santa clause in my crosshairs
Don’t try to rhyme with me because you’ll be a failure.
I’m the one and only true hard core Christmas caroler

Stupid thread.

That didn’t even rhyme
You’re in last place Bart

Mic check
This thing on?
Ah
Yeah
Brand New
(Murder Inc)
Yeah

I gots chains round my neck
All the bitches stop to check
All the dawgs will get the wreck
I'm fuckin' tough like Ben Affleck

fresh.

So def motha fucka

suck my dick

I eat more pussy than cervical cancer
I just asked a question you couldnt answer
you know you be usin da penile enhancer
think you da bomb but you's a square dancer
you talk like you tha shit, say you aint cheap
but you still be drivin' yo' momma's Jeep
prepare to get roasted like a marhmallow Peep
all da ladies at da club think you a creep

shiiit

This is so Summer of 2005.

thats terrible