^Rubbin on a 1000^ yeah Im ^feelin grand^/ stranded on an island bitch u eatin sand/ Wit 'Anti-gravity' swag I'mma 'nvr land'/ Im fly lyk "piter pan up in nevr land"/ 'Robbin from th poor n stealin from th rich'/ Im "Rob in th hood(robin hood)" hope u gt tht bitch/ Pyro flow so hot left ur ashes In a ditch/ U fuckin wit da biggest dick so u gon hit tht pitch/ U claim u rhymin raps bt u spit a speech/ Thnk u 'tyt' bt u aint a virgin ho' u jst wishin/ Vee,P, romeo gave u a "screw" whn u was 2 n thts th version/ Yeah th trio throw suckers off they game lyka diversion/ Gt em ^on thy knees^ ^tyna blow^ me thy on a mission/ Thrs no denyn VEE, these ^faggots^ cnt ^flow period^/ So thy envy me, cz I gv thy ^asses^ a week's ^period^/

Ths was my battle against etreme Aint nthn special about ths boy he aint evn clever/ U belong to th ^X team? Ah? Nvr!^(ex~tream~4~ever)/ Im jst gna exe him.. with cleaver/ Wanna tyk it to th ex~treme? I eat ur liver/ Cz Im an ani~mal a cani~bal/ Im Doctor hani~bal u tinker~bel/ I cock a glock n shoot a cannon~bal/ Puttin multies down per sylla~ble/ Phuk it! Let me get 2th Gist o dis issue/ C I lyk u kid I rili ddnt wanna dis~u/ Bt I gta eat u up so let me dish~u/ U fuck my ^chick^ n u claimin ths~tru?/ U fucked my ^bitch^(female dog) n yeah ur dick she dd chew(left ur dick inside hr)/ So how u gon fuck with me? Oh u wanna tyk it up ur ass bru!/ Oh yeah bitch nw its clearer/ Thts y thy nick named u clera/ U th prosi(prostitute) thy fuckd in th back of a siera(ford)/ Now u on 2rap actin lyk u gt amnesia?/ Th pyro tech dick gon gv ur ass insomnia!/ Oh yeah! B4 my rhyme's tru/ When u do ur verse 2/ Try ta flow lyk a true MC do...

And this was against HEXOR I aint gonna "berry th hatchet" cz ths is th "exe"~factor/ Ths aint gna b a battle it gn b a man~slaughter/ cz Imma exe~hexor/ Lyricly vex, hex~or/ Cut him with th back of a hex~or(hacksaw)/ Radictly dice hm and hack~faster/ Than a blender with th lyrical pyrotech~splender// F%*k slugs I strangulate/ Hexor til he cnt respirate/ And he asphixiate/ Until his soul elevate/ With flow so immaculate/ Eloquent and elegant/ Pyro articulate ur mortal fate!!!!

Post 244 4th slaughter house Cats jotted now we on post 2~4~4 Gues th slaughter house is again due~for~mor So I pull my 4~4 n bust 2~fo~show When I spit flow I stay true~so~hoe Dnt mess with da P o ur death gon b due~fo~sho Now let me break flow cz multies I jst do~fo~show Let me change th sylabus N spit sum syllables Lyk mathematical variables The X Y's n Zee's Ta vex young MC'ees N tax all u G'ees A~Y's(GAY) do I myk ya dick rise Dnt let it come as a suprise Cz th day u fuck with my size U bound to face ur demise So bitches recognise N keep ur dignity B4 u loose ur virginity....

A line from "wnt back down" by eminem inspired ths 1 Pyro flows lyk gadern hose(hoes) who overdose on viagra pills/ Got raw skills tht turn ur stomach upside down lyk roller coaster thrills/ I send chills with every ^post^ like un-expected ^bills^/ I make a vortex in ur cortex with raw text/ I got contacts with contacts(lenses) and con-acts who write ^porn^-text/ Aint no remedy when I spit ^xplicitly^ my rhapsody u gotta bob to th melody/ I dnt knw wht diss(ths) is I flex skills tht myk u orgasm lyk sex skills/ I'm mike(tyson) on th mic and I script lyk spike(Lee)/ Got a ^sick punch^ lyk contaminated fruit beverage/ I'm beyond avarage u aint gt th courage 2watch ths lyrical carnage/ My rhymes decapitate ur chick 2steal her heart/ My flows paint a pic yeah ths is art/ I fool the moon(full moon) to show its face/ And shoot a sta(shooting star) so make ur wish/

I think ths was still against EXTREME Pyromaniac is back/his berry still black/ with a six pack and a 'mac'(gun)/ book air/ gt high on smack if u~dare/ who~care/^crystal^ u 2~^clear^/ u do~queer/ so u cudnt screw~her/ u wanna stick it to me lyk glue~yeah/bt I ate all th bread crumbs so who gt a clue~here/ pyromaniac stay ontop lyk th atmos~phere/ to inject th atmost~fear/quiver cz ur tym is almost~here/look at ths punk shed a tear/dancin to th flow of th puppetear/who u thnk put superman on a wheel chair?/n gave michael a triller?/extreme u aint a killer/u dnt evn knw how ta pull a trigger/Imma pin u against th wall~o~shym/wit a nail tru ur skull in th hall~o~fame/n xpose u lame~u~claim/u gt a ^back~bone^/u ^*invertebreed*^ u gt ur rack~shown/I pull u inside out and throw in th ^river of 'mertix'^/nw u an *inverted breed* 'alienated' 4rm th rap matrix/pyromaniac aint even gta spit/ u so weak I let my ass drop ths shxt/

I had a few minutes so I jotted ths against RAW Ayt... Let me spit. Ayo! Ths off th top o my dome/ Pyro nvr rust lyk he coated with chrome/ U mst b ^absent minded^, yeah ^no 1 is home^/ To even thnk o goin up against th pyro flow/ I stay lit up while u barely glow/ I ligaly lyricaly shoot u lyk a ^five o^/ Imma put u ^under, a rest^ with my flow/ U want a punch line? Yeah th que is over here/ U wanna punch mine? Make ur bone shutter and tear/ How can you drive me craze when u cnt even steer/ U aint even worth my rhyme so let me end this here!

Had a few minutes to jot ths 1 bt I missed th deadline. Congrats 2 RAW, u wnt b so lucky nxt rhyme. "Yo I had picks and shovels goin under ths nigga feet/ Yeah I cut his toes off preparin his defeat"/ I rili "under~mined" you nigger u got guts I mst admit/ Bt how can you realise th ^stakes^ when u never had red ^meat^/ So u cnt bring no ^beef^ all u gt is ^chickin^ feet(runnin scared)/ I rili thot u'd b a no~sho/ Bt u came ^2trip^ on air u gt ^no~flow^/ U decided 2comit suicide and u knw~so/ U bn beggin me 2fuck u u lil ho~mo/ Bt I'll kick ur brain out ur skull it gon b a ho~bo(homeless)/ Yeah u ^steamin^ my ^motiv^ on th ^track^ I'm goin ^lo~co^/ Ayo shaev! Pyromaniac gon slit ths slut a new slit/ Grab her by her tit and slot hr thoat then poke a dot lyka poka dot short yeah u jst gt shot/ Let th blood jolt out u knw wht I'm about/ Ths princess aint ^devilish^(diabolical) he cudnt hurt a fly/ She more lyk an angel tht fell out o th sky/ She tried to b rude claimin he ^crude^(raw) bt tht ddnt go so good/ So she decided to let his grandma script wht he shud/ In skill u Raw and ya(dia) bore lirical/ Ra(sun God) wana end ya(and dia) biotic existance in th physical/ I cnt evn ~play~ ~with~ ~ur~ ~word~ without gvn u a hard~on/ I knw u lyk ta ~^blow^~ ~with~ ~th~ ~wind~ so ya hang~on/ Try it and I'll ~blow~ ~out~ ~ur~ ~head~ and have u hang~on/ A strand of ur hair off the bridge u gon die~on/ Ur script is too lng a real MC dnt need a bible/ U sayn a lot u usless shxt in ur fable/ U need to make sence with each and every syllable/ I jst script tht 2show u aint even on my level...

Been a while since I donated blood in th slaughter house so I jotted ths Ayo shut tha!/ F%*k up whyl I spit a!/ Rhyme 4th house o slaughter!/ U a stunta nt a stuna and u st ttttt stater/ I ^eat u 1st^ yeah u my ^stater^/ Fled with ^hill 2 ass^ cz u a ^squater^(piss lyka bitch)/ Chop u 2 ^4 pieces^ cz ths is th 1st ^leg and quoter^/ Put ur ^brachium^ up 4sale ths is th ^arms deal^/ If u gv ur wife to ^poker^(poke her) I can ^deal anothr hand^(arms deal)/ F%*k crossin t'ees I dot ur eyes(I's) wit da steel/ Scrutinize these punch lines lyk u recognise/ Start a new trend usin ur hair thread/ Its ^twisted^ how they found u dead ths is such a ^dred^(dread/dreadlock)/ Gv th cops a thot 2^sleep on^ cz ths is ^bed^/ I knw ur *brain is hungry* 4 food packs/ So I rap(wrap) thm in complex rhyme stax/ Tht crack ur skull open and gv ur brain *food 4thot*/ U myt die~n~just a minute cz they hard to di~gest/ And if u ^turn tail^ I guarantee u gna die~in~ ^gest^/ It'll b th horror tht end with u hvn tht dye~in~chest/

Got distructed jottin ths 1. Was gnna use it in a battle. I loose th beat when I gt distructd and I fynd it hard to ryt further so I never tried to finish it. I aint battle in a lng tym/ Bt I stil fuck these cats with my lng rhyme/ Stickin up ur ass th law's lng arm/ And rippin th brain out they rect~um/ U brainless thts y ur head feel numb/ U bn actin lyka ^jerk^ bt tht good rhyme wnt ^cum^/ I'm about to diss grace/ Cz she a dis~grace/ She aint gt th balls 4dis~place/ Cz my punches make teeth dis~place/ Gtta loose th skirt if u wanna race at dis~pace/

Tyt sht

this rhyme was inspired by my fav anime BLEACH. Wanted to c if I cud make a KIDU spell to murder fags Sixteen nails and thirty two feathers of an owl/ six~teen nails and forty hairs off they skull/ real~shxt hails when I pluk a splinter off your door/ kill~slit snails n poor thy juces on th floor/ steel~wheel spins hurricane brews on the shore/ heart~beat pounds harder than ever before/ hard~hat spins whn I strike it wit a claw/ hot~felt rhymes myk u bleed from the jaw/ fags~foes~fakes quiver under th skies roar/ gags~cloags~snakes follow into th pot of war/

insecurities can b a bitch. I wrote ths whn I hurt my grl. Luk. Im as blunt as a dull knife. B4 u I had a dull life. Thts y I nid u 2b my darn wife. Existance witout u is a halve done life. I nvr ment 2 wrangle strangle n bruze u. Coz whn u feelin th blues th pain here ooze too. It just drives me insane coz whn I chose u. I promised myself nvr 2 hurt o hit u. Bt fear hit boo. I felt lyk I was loosin u. N tht unwided a screw o two. N whn u seemed 2 intertain it 2. I felt myself mutatin to. Th monster tht laid hs hand on u. Jeloursy is virus tht is eatin me. Hence I sumtyms feel we werent ment 2b. Bt if tht was we wouldnt b. Im inluv wit u n u wit me. So I beg ur aid wit dis thng inside o me. How do I gt rid o dis insecurity?

spek

Cool

Wack_Headz

Nice ish

suicide note I wrote. Dnt remebr wht distructed me Heart's bleedin out Th light fadin out My soul phasin out I dnt knw wht lyf's about We all seem to hover about stuck in a hole we cnt hop out skul aint cool I'm droppin out I envy those who commotose O th common hoes who overdose Ths life's high octane kills wanna gt high on cocane pills Bt instead I tyk 2 brain pills th depression do drain skills

I jotted this 1 4a chick who stuck in my heart without permission. H8 people who dnt ask... I hate th achitecture o ur structure/ I hate gvn myself a lecture aftr each rapture/ I hate th way ur posture sticks in my head lyk an image I capture/ I hate how u smile, fuck it I rili hate ur style/ I hate th way u make my heart pause a while/ I hate how I feel we interlinked lyk a mosaic tile/ I hate the feelin lyk whn I'm without u I aint gt shxt/ I musta fell inlove upside down n gt my head hit/ I hate ths shxt! I hate tht I cnt hate u Wait..! I cnt let u Split..! I wnt let u Shxt..! I rili need u Bt shxt..! I dnt wnt u

Wrote this 4 Narcotic. His concious flow inspired it. Wish mor cats cud wake the fuck up Pyromaniacac psycotic toxic/ blaze lyk cronic / go togethr with flow lyk gin and tonic / moving at sound speed lyk sonic/ no need to check th mic I gt in a mate / gt an obese flow my rhymes overweight / Jottin rhymes lyka currier I post overnight / nw let me gt to th point lyk I sharpen a pen~cil / as mch as nacotic can improve with th pen~still / atleast he gt hs mind movin it dnt stand~still / cats keep raisin th bar cz rap was born in a club / with th flows breezin ovr dub/ then it woke up minds lyk being knockd with a club/ concious raps intertwined with a beat/ and poets on th corner of th street / hiphop culture was to blaze th heat / And lead th youth like a beacon of light/ it wasn't abwt th cash tho/ Bt a nigger had 2gt a cash flow/ Tapes brought dough so/ Niggaz got fame and fortune/ Whch was a great missfortune/ When cats lyk run DMC/ Held th MIC on MTV/ Rap was murded on TV/ In 2006 Nas told ths story/ Hiphop is dead!!! Thr aint no glory/ We aint empowerin th youth with th truth/ We jst wanna sound smooth in th booth/