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freestyle verses - rx lyrics

1
you think your style is authentic, that sh-t ain’t eccentric
my cartoons are more real then your b-tch -ss reinvented
your -ss is demented, i play you out, cemented
youll have you jaw sittin awe struck and lamented
words too big for you? im a dictionary. your a p-ssy fairy, gettin sick of my dairy, air. grow a pair, i got enough b-lls to go around. its ground round. servin up a platter my four course meal of astound. im unheard of, my words shove, your -ss out the way today, this ain’t fore play, but hey, finding my kinda of style without a beat is rare, but im just a newbe, so you shouldn’t care

2
you say im white but call me a n-gga, folks we got a wigger
your a waste to life, pull your own trigger
suicide may be the only way to cure your cause, your causible
the ways i rap circles around you are f-ckin plausible
you say you got a pair of fists? they ain’t gonna do you well when you cryin after my diss. you seem to be gettin p-ssed, your unwanted like a cyst
and you say you know karate? welcome to my lyrical dojo. your a rap hobo, as untalented as the ‘70’s lobo. so give up now while you still alive, i’mma leave you stranded on a deep sea downward dive, you won’t thrive

3
mad dog, ive p-ssed bigger logs, i lyrically f-ck you up on a nerdy blog. your trapped in a place where you can’t get out, internet toughness, no one hears you shout
your pleadin for help cause on the path you stray, when the only problem, is your closet, your g-y
these words you spit, and sh-t you spray, ive been more intimidated on a toddlers play day

4
doggy dogg, i’mma finish you off once and for all
you rappin slow and stupid like a southern drawl
when you get your -ss beat who you gonna call?
you probably spend your days, trollin at the mall
so keep on replying like you gonna win
you couldn’t double over me if you had a twin
so you better write a will to your next of kin
im about to go in, feel your crawlin skin
after your striked with pain, layin out back in a trash bin

5
i have to say not bad, your raps are tight
about as tight as a wh0r-s p-ssy at the end of the night
im here for a battle, a lyrical fight, gettin you p-ssed off helps me to sleep good at night
explaining my own lyrics ain’t a hobby you know
but i saw your song about your future, d-mn boy you blow
you explained your own lyrics on that song yo
so keep pointin fingers on sh-t you do dude
i ain’t stupid dogg, your obviously screwed
so rx is my name bro, dont wear it out
you’ll be limpin around senseless like a boy with the gout

6
first of ill mention alluminum, your wacker then sh-t
ill bend you over, and ravage your cl-t
you can’t diss me, un subliminal hits
your straight forward rap ain’t even legit
talkin about kittens and cotton, you spaz
madd dogg got your raps on lock, alcatraz
so get off this sh-t if you ain’t got the nerve to spit
f-ckin with real rhymers, you about to get lit
like a rolled blunt in my kit

7
next is madd dogg, sorry to say
but your rap returns, come off kinda g-y
your moving from the path, far to be stray
but like the saying about dogs goes; they blind-
all they see is grey
so keep hittin back with raps
your gambling with cr-ps, and you off the map
you say you live big, but you shop at gap
so put down your cap, block your eyes
rx is about to lead you, to your own demise
so back up, and step your -ss off, your struttin your fake -ss like david h-sselhoff, cough, ill see your re run off bay watch

8
lunch time? gonna eat my lunch meat?
only meat your gonna eat is my 6 foot long sausage in the backseat
these bugs are flying around spray em off with cool deet
by the end of this rhyme scheme you’ll be kissin my feet- pedicure treat
gettin sick of rappin, what, im a reject?
ill diss you overhead with unreal beaten dialect
your a reject, keep up with this prefix
your idea of a good time is sloppin over two d-cks
i do this rappin rhyme just for good kicks
so keep givin me thumbs up, yall got good picks

9
hm it did take 5 and im still here
obviously im loved by many near and dear
im comin out in the clear, 3 months sober, and im dieing for a beer
you need to stop worrying, spending you life in fear
ive already wrecked, and i haven’t shed a tear
you say your d-ck is mushy
f-g da, main problem that tags ya, is lack of a f-ckin v–gr-
take five of those, and watch the c-mshot blast
and taylor gang can run and savage ever drop you cast

- rx lyrics

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