TheMadWriter

Yo...i'm still here motherfuckers...I still shit on these hoes...

Uh, I call it verbal defacation/
Shit on MCs demeanin their education/
Make em look stupid, foolish overrated/
The only way their classic is if they are outdated.../
Homocidal doctor cuttin up all my patients/
All my vitals falter my level is almost vacant/
These mcs are small whores they simply can't take it/
I'm latent, they ain't seein the shit I hit their face with/
It's blatant, like Trey Songz I JUST gotta make it/
Sooner than later I Drake it, the most hated/
Yet i've innovated, leavin bitches degraded/
Overstated, but not for long they've just faded/
Ya'll are Fraiser to verbally Ali, bitch i'm the greatest.../
And fuck Slaughterhouse niggas what's the fuckin deal?/
Even if you were an animal that's where you get KILLED/
Defeat, don't try to turn this shit round with deceit/
Because we all know that a Slaughterhouse is filled with dead meat/
Pause, don't give a fuck about your repertoire/
Fuck the law, assisted suicide is legal so HA HA/
Lalalala, kids bow to PA PA/
I'm all of your fathers just ask your MAMA/
And say, I never thought i'd ever see the day/
When i'd rave about havin more kids than Flava Flav/
But HHB's section's all my muthafuckin children/
With the exception of Rodney but i'm another villain.../
I'm chillin, call me Foreman when I start grillin/
But never JR writer cuz i'm grown niggas you feel this?/
For real bitch, let me call out another who likes to talk/
To be a criminal this nigga ain't got thoughts/
Tryin to step to me, overwrought tryin to taunt/
Nigga keep makin my money BITCH I say what I want/
The fuck you gonna do? You inconsiderate tard/
You stink, you can't even make a literate bar/
Wilding, can't even handle it when i'm styling/
He's growling, pussy verse -and- 50 smilies/
Fuck him, and DX I see that solo effort/
The ruckus, with slaughterhouse he's just a dead heffer/
Meet me a sundown, this nigga's a bum now/
He must brainstorm cuz when he rhymes it comes down/
This niggas my son now, go figure you dumb clown/
Just take the pound, you're lyrically gagged your mind is bound/
OW! You must smoke some reef' for hype/
You're burnt out now you can't turn over leafs in life/
Go beat your wife, cuz all you do is gripe and gripe/
Philosophical? Just topical his heat is NIGHT/
And don't say he's cool or cold, he's weak and right/
And lukewarm, he's speechless cuz his teeth are tight/
Keep grittin, you'd be better at freestyles than writtens/
Because you're writtens are dumb, and frees are prolly bitten/
I'm driven, i've got a hitman's ambition/
So when i'm killin off the food chain i'm lookin to transition...

And Freedom, i'll say your name now in fact i'll gag it on the floor/You're fuckin shit on a stick, i'll roast you on a smore/I'll do more than roar, call 911 like a porsche/Because if I spit your name in a rhyme then you are gonna scorch/Of course, you might try to play the fuckin hero/You'll choke and freeze in place like a glitched Sub Zero/Nigga you better lie low, goin in circles like a gyro/I know, you're just an acrobatic on a tight rope/So keep dancin around like shit's just fine/Because my raps are the scissors still cuttin your lifeline/And PB, you kidding? Nigga you're never busy/Get off your fuckin period you're just actin pissy...fuckin chumps..

BLIZZY I FUCKIN SEE YOU SON...lol...you're in the next rhyme you're gonna be guest starring as my pwnee...it's all good man, you're next. I'ma let you dread it though...