I hate to dine and dash, but I'm too fast for this bash. Neurons firing as we all start perspiring, the electricity is in the air and all I can do is stare.... (Is that bad?)

hell yea
your so creative
yet persuasive
for me to come
and be the number 1
no time to be dumb
this is the original
like the aboriginals
but they were treated like shit
got the hard hit
tortured their kids
nobody would listen
trying to take the tradition
take the heart out their livin
the land
take over by a 5000 man band
came out the hand
apologize all you want
you cant undo whatever you want to
not always another chance
beyond the first glance
maybe i took to long
cause im not singing a song
no need to sing along
i know i went to deep
im driving it steep
my car wont do
somebody get me a jeep
its cold outside
but i cant handle the heat

I used to freestyle back in high school, let me think of some real quick, I use rhyme patterns where I tend to rhyme within a given line as well as the end of a line:

I dined and dashed to watch this bitch crash
Like a bandicoot, fuck who he ran into as long as the girls just flash
Strip naked then steal the cash while his brains get bashed
Wanna talk science? Well you're out of your "element"
Girls never follow wherever this fella went
Heaven sent angels from hell with spells to deliver
Necks getting mangled, strangled, and might as well make you shiver
Heat can spark from brimstone like supernovas
Your wallet's been boned now you lost faith like Jehovas
The god's must have told ya not to replicate or dictate the power of destination
Your procrastination leads to deadly mass annihilation due to improper calibration
Blood flow stopped from bad circulation
Eating too many burgers is bad for digestion leading to brain congestion
So killing your suggestions, just me and my henchmen throwing shit around like a one armed hessian
In this place I'm starter, you're just a benchmen

kill you like a racist lynchman, because your lame, all you want is the fortune and the fame, too bad it never came, as i said to myself to my furture, im neutral, i dont give a fuck like im Eminem, im sendin them, to their graves like undertakers, fuck your maker, all he is, is a forsaker...

Grab your daughter then shake her, let Michael Jackson take her
But there's a slim chance he'd actually rape her
Duct tape her to a wall but he prefers balls
While fracturing skulls by bashing against walls
In his windowless van concocting a plan to abduct a man this woman-like man who no one can understand
Shadows creep through reflections while you sleep depression haunts your intentions
Better call the hotline for suicide prevention

As I go against conventions like a jock who stay benchin'/
minor infliction of damage, but suckas still bitchin'/
look blood, I'ma have ya crippin' with broke ankles at both angles/tricks of the
mind call me Criss Angel dance on beats like Mister Bojangles/ain't it
strange though? you know my flow more proper than Tiger/
Carlton Banks Tom Dubuoi no time to inquire/how I
got this way since the age of 8 I was fire/as soon as I
take the mic no one gon' wanna take up they'll retire/

Oh snap its the one you conspire against ride the fence
while snitches drop dimes here's my two cents
my flow is like Edgar Allen Poe, never again will commence
in this land of sin my pen leaks blood by the pints
or rather by the gallon sharper then a talon
peep the technique creep quiet as a Shaolin
monk oops I hit a speed bump on the road to riches
which is not paved with gold and truth be told
my styles never old always fresher than the nectar
creepy ass concept like Addams family Fester
I live by a cemetery my neighborhood is Nestor
where minorities are banged on dealers get their slang on
dial 911 seems the police take too long
I take a glance at the ambulance woman crying
watch the devil dance to the sounds of the sirens
money keeps piling crooked people smiling
in a never ending rhyme ima keep my shit vibrant
my moneys spent for getting higher than a tyrant
never soft I rock it till the wheels fall off
do you wonder where tires went?
same place my mind went after an alcoholic binge
let my mind unhinge with versatility in my ability forces you to cringe
I'm the fire to the earth and wind I allowed God to let time begin
I've witnessed shapes and shifts of backstabbing friends
I've noticed ones past out last his skin the backlash of a truly tragic end
too many mice of men who scared to fight the grim
reaper the time keeper be at peace when your maker comes to meet ya
im not about death but its inevitable do you possess a soul
or are you a puppet on a string then who controls
are you bad and bold or is your heart of gold
these are questions humans cant unfold
and our minds are origami twisted and puzzled
your mouth keep it muzzled I spit ill but my presence is subtle
i'll leave your face in a puddle i travel like a space shuttle
I fuck a bitch while you hold and you cuddle
E, R, O, S spells trouble, im explicit not a gimmick in the lyrics
contains repellent so you suckaz cant get near it
staring through my rear-view your a smudge let me smear it
small time like peach fuzz one beer and no buzz
if rap was sex then your ass would be getting no love

That's when I roll up, lil' homie homie hold up 'less u ain't strong enough/
Only the pretentious be feeling my verse ain't long enough/
Shit I say what's on my mind and leave the track behind/24
Bars against my 8 I still manage to get more shine/I be
Up all night like USA in 1999/difficult
Soul to define penning my lines in various settings and times/various
Candences and subjects with a gamer's subtext/we on that
Green breeze that'll get a black chick into butt sex/I'll tell u
What's next another verse from another user/with a
Different style and a view from a whole other universe/
We do it Texas big soon as shorty text a nigg/I'm
Off the grid and requesting a picture of her breasts again/

Emcees I get the best of them, hos im never stressing them
rhymes be tighter than the box that you're confessing in
living in fear and its clear you wont hear
the stories I create and the imagery that appears
I aint no gimmicky little square to infinity I cant bare
pawns testing my skill steadily trying to compare
flows I create the beat formulates the mind state
dumb minds I crush easy like you crush a wine grape
im in a league of my own call me liege on my throne
hos on their knees raise my seeds till they grown
emcees begging please with these skills that I hone
lyrically they retreat E.T. phoning home
you dont blow the chronic that we zoning on
coming from the underground like we Viet Cong
these California palms got me feeling bomb
tight grip on the metal but I aint speaking in tongs

yaaaaaaaaddddaaaddddaaafeeeelllllmmeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ima hit you, like an indian bong, diss your whole being in a single song, your girl tried to suck me, but she said its too long, you have a little penis, like your name is wong, but enough of the dick jokes, this shit is all wrong, like the murders, that were witnessed, in vietnam, so sing along, as my telekinesis destroys, your thesis, into pieces, and unleashes, an unheard of legenday monster, with breath so hot, it'll cook you like a lobster, or better yet, kill you, like an italian mobster...

call of duty i play that
porn i watch that
your mom i jack off to that
my tighty whities i wear that
ping pong i dominate that
bowl noodle i eat that
fat ass i tap that
puppys i cuddle that
jewish cap i collect that

now what you hear is not a test--i'm rappin to the beat
and me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
see i am wonder mike and i like to say hello
to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow
but first i gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie
say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie
let's rock, you dont stop
rock the riddle that will make your body rock
well so far youve heard my voice but i brought two friends along
and next on the mike is my man hank
come on, hank, sing that song
yea niggaz

Why can't I get along
I got too many haters who judge my song
These wanna be gangstaz need to step to the plate
See if they can hit my heat
While a million fans jump out their seat
To see me throw a no hitta
Celebrate smoking that kush out of a one hit quitta
All that dime pussy be up in my face
My posse be rockin this place
You gonna need that child killas lawyers working this case
Cause it's easy to see
Disgrace is written all ova ya face
You ain't the first and won't be the last
I'm outta ya class
If you push me I'll make you look like an ass
Just Get used to it bro
I'm Here to stay and I'll neva go


(not too bad for a honkey)

Yo, im that fly primo, who girls like to deepthroat, rhymes so hot, you'll pass out from heat strokes, im the tie between east and west coast, more exciting than Victoria's Secret peep show, diss me? i'll banish you in your hometown, fuck the fame, you wouldn't wanna be known now, i take down all you famous rappers, who think they are lyrical, Im Magical, Thoughts are always emphatical, My flow is always mechanical, influences tyrannical, my rhymes are always strategic, lyrics will leave you quadropeligic, you see ima raptor, eat your rhymes up, and shit them in trash compactors.

So I'm glad you rappers is sweeter than cake/the cake is
A lie the pies what my lyrics could bake, I'm hot/
Bothered as well since ya mama's in hell/I'll pay a
Visit to dat idget hit her lips with cock/not a
Plot thickening piece but nonetheless riveting/you
Bird chest n***as bring the pigeons in/that's the name of
No good bitches who frequent the hood that we living in/
Who try to take a n***a strength, but still I get the spinach in/

But i digress, my rhymes, are but a Wes, puncturing your skelton, nothing less, your whole well being is nothing but cess, but i guess, you'll need to get rid of some pounds, if you dont, i'll be pissing on your burial ground...

To my funky composition there is no competetion
Im above the law man vocally im pimpin
From Delivery to vocab nigga and even stories
My rhyme skill beats yours in every category
Starving artist think they're the hardest
You lack suspense in your flow plus your wordplay is garbage
I gave you props now Ima take it back like a kangol
hat of slick rick the game is thick you'll get mangled
If you doubt this put your money where your mouth is
Get popped more than thizz in the hand of a rave kid
I got the gift but dont mistake me for saint nick
Your nose will drip like my graff does when the paints thick
Words aint shit come correct with your faint spit
Hate on my full lap because all you do is half step

My rhymes will have you swept, like a god damned ocean, My venomous lyrics infect you, you need a potion, people scream when i come in the room, it's commotion, i bet you even masturbate to my lyrics, with no lotion, im like fucking vivid painting, in slow motion, your like a man with no ego, you're light as a feather from a muthafuckin seagull, i'll split you in half with fork, you'll never be felt, you're like a earthquake in New York, feed you to my dawgs like your some good ass pork, shoot your ass with wine plug, straight with a cork, cremate your whole soul with a torch, You know what man im pretty fucking done, i'll come back when you're rhymes arent full of fucking dung.

How can you be done when you never start
To bring any skill to the table you lack heart
My first name is grand last name is master
Skills come first because the goal that im after
Invovles more than your lame klown rhymes
I knock more boots then when H-Town chimes
Its cool your intrigued by the art best believe
Around my parts you'll get knocked to your knees
Little prostitute you played yourself like a shadowbox
In the words of MF Doom get blowwed in your chatterbox
Had a shot you missed it get ate like a biscuit
Im imfamous like Big Foot my shoes you'll never fit it
I hope you dont come back because you throw salt
I speak facts ladies I attract you internet rat
You dont understand this culture your just a vulture
Your an appetizier Im a full meal that is Kosher

Oh not one curse word, astounding.

Lol i like how we're going at it:
Woah sir, that had me struck for a minute, im above you and the others, of course im gunna win it, i'll rearrange your name of shame, call you kenneth, So you better watch out, I'll show you what rockin the mic's about, put your life in doubt, like a Emo's Style, wipin out, your easy, the reason why you're strikin out, you better not pout, when you realise the truth, you're like a woman giving pleasure, in a phonebooth, i'll knock out your tooth, for ever dissing me, i dont need to curse to get my point across, you see?

Im really hungry you're just starving for attention
You've referenced my words in every verse that you've mentioned
Victims in Vietnam vivid painting contrary to the way I bomb
Streets with styles and colors projecting from my mind then to my palms
This isnt new to me Im used to being hated on
Harder than the back alley streets i've skated on
Im the one this game been waiting on
Im just speaking in general its on you if you take it wrong
Poetry is really what it takes to create a song
It's like the pieces you protect in chess and discard the pawns
I bring forth justice like Operation Geronimo
Cops bring more lights to my street than a model show
Holy like the churches found in Tripoli
While your girl touches more balls than a goalie
Aint nothing you can say not a thing you can show me
I'll do you worse than slave masters did to toby

So show me everything, that your capable of,
I fly so high like an eagle, you're just a turtle dove,
im the outcome, of two geniuses with no gloves,
my flow so hot, it reminds you of hot tubs,
im the top dog in this shit may i remind you,
you remind me of Lil B, "rapping" about Calliou,
Why would you, ever think that you're better?
i'll take your girl from you, and make her wetter,
make her live with me, and write a letter,
so she can remind you of, how bad you were,
After reading this rap, your face will hit the curb,
give you some herbs, so you wont hurt anymore,
my perimeter will have you blown to pieces, like claymores,
and thats the end of the story, my gory, oratory,
leaves you shitty like suppositories,
your whole being split in half, in crematories,
so im sorry, you had to witness your own death,
your whole system was fucked, like you took some cold meth.

You can't rhyme against the dark side of the force
Why even bother?
So many dudes have been with your mom
Who even know if I'm your father
Your a pissed off little prick
with a napeleon dick.
You call that a mustache?
I call that dirty sanchez on your lip
you bitch
let me remind you who you're messing with
everything that you did
I'm the mother fucker who invented it
I'm the original dark lord
your like the sorcerer's apprentice
my stormtroopers make yours look like someone
took a piece of shit and cloned it

From the Window.
To the Wall.