So I got this good green, growing under my scene Gotta love the good buds, and selection But if I ever get busted, im lookin at 5 years at least, for growing what I see as peace. why dont we just fuckin legalize it, just realizin every minority out their smoking dank, crank, crack. This shit is whack!!!! Just legalize it and FREE the peaceful Sensi growers, but no got to worry the DEA maybe up my ass for growing my own grass..... I say FTP!! Im too fucked up, on this Jack right now so ill say it I DONT GIVE FUCK ABOUT YOUR MEDICATION, my creation is my own kind of meditation!! Just bored and smokin and drinking some beers...
What the F, 4F? You'll get played, boy, like Hugh Hef It ain't all right You'll get hit like a bong all night Four hundred and twenty rights and one left You'll get rolled over like a 4 leaf clover under a foot of asphalt and a range rover It's all over I've got assinine alliteration and massive metaphors Superhuman strength for breaking down doors I'll break dance on your backbeat like Idi Amin in a dance off with a sweaty yeti on meth-amphetimine I'm abombinable Firing under handed upper cuts into your abdominal This ain't a game It ain't dominos It ain't yahtzee I'll give you the gas face like a hip-hop nazi
I never play Just dont swing that way Shit I already say YAI! I dont battle I Dominate, so what you got to say? Go back to your corner and stay! And sell them rocks. I aint about no Blocks, or their Glocks. So with all your talk I say Come to Miami and see how Big Boys Play! We dont need no concrete, we got the BAY! Turn you into shark bait, any last words? Your rap is Whack, I think im going to have to jump back & go have a Fucking asthma attack!
Damn 4F lay down the mic Name like a license plate but you're ridin' a bike It may be a sin, but I always win I'm gettin' down like a blackhawk You're pushin' a schwinn Miami's got nothin' but coast All talk They got nothin' but boast I'll piss on Miami's toast Take a dump on Miami's nose Whip 'em with a hose Give 'em a wet willie and a titty twister I rhyme so fast My tongue gets blisters I channel the dolphins I go into linguistic hysterics like a dozen asthmatic spastic parrots I got more seizures than Key West Me best Me Tarzan You lame You less
I agree with Dan Stop spitting on your screen, Damn your talking as fast as crack fiend You say Miami is talk well, Come on down and do the walk Yeah we got beachs, & fine women Where ill be sitting drinken cold tall boys all day. I am a sin im the fucking devil boy, Triple 6s all the way Well Ill let you play, but not get away. Your grabbing a tiger by its tail bro. Go get some dro, and smoke yo. You better have a blackhawk, cuz im on a mission to destroy! Oh by the way, your dissing is worse then a female dog pissing.
I'm a really crappy rhymer Plus I don't have the time-er I really love to grow my Juana against the law, but I still wanna go and get a cup of coffee and a piece of Easter toffee Smoke a bowl, forgot the words Back to work, not yet Here come the turds.
Damn 4F, you beggin' for my saliva Ridin' my jock like Lady Godiva Don't get cocky Little knock-kneed hip-hop jockey You last out the gates and first out of breath Smokin' bunk weed from broken junk seed And a little meth You the worst like a bubble burst You cursed Miami is old news Nothin' but swamp gators and old Jews and Spanish speakin' Ricans Star spangled Spanglish and English ain't your first language I'm puttin' your mother's tongue to sleep with no novacaine I'm a human tongue twister hurtin' you like a hurricane You trippin' up You tongue tied on a dog chain Forgotten in the storm and you hidin' in a storm drain You just a pup You got no bark I'm a flash flood and you got no ark I'm a tie-dyed tidal wave I'm spittin' ad hoc ad libs ad nauseum Like high speed winds You can't see 'em Like Hank You can't be 'im
Oh watch out now, it's DJ Crooked Timber on the turn tables gettin' limber Makin' ya wanna dance Makin' yo mama jump out her pants Doin' the limbo with a drunk hillbilly named Jimbo Legs all akimbo
Yo, you GK rappers are whack Your ryhmes are gonna get you smacked I dont have time for this nonsense, but dont let it weigh on your conscience V's all about growing the weed Planting seeds and chopping trees Your growing skills are lacking, and so is your rapping But it aint because your not trying Hanks a wanna be rapper who wants to be smoking ganja Get yourself a flood table and some hydro nutes fool Stop pissing on your plants, cant you hear them hissing? If you get caught your going to prison so dont play games and listen DJ shorts is for real, True Blueberry, will make you surreal General Hydroponics grows some potent ass chronic If your feeling ill, Mr Nice Medicine Man will help you chill So put down the mic Hank and grab a book or :F-A-Q:
Damn Hank Hill still got time for this, sorry bro I got a real life and a lot of trimming to do. By the way its not much of a rap battle thread if you keep editing your beats, rap battles are supposed to be freestyle bro.
What are you whining about? How's it gonna be freestyle when it's a written comment, genius? Quit crying on your computer and get back to your "real life" if you're so busy.
Dont be hating, oh by the way when did they start freestyle rap battles in Japan? I thought they were into dance revolution or something haha. heres your winnings for best rapper alive!! :$ ::troll::321fu::dog-nana:
Well, lots of people have weighed in on this thread, including yourself, so he's not the only one obviously. This 4F is trying to dis me by saying I don't have a "real life" because I enjoy writing these enough to respond. It's just sour grapes nonsense. A less douchey thing to say would be, "Nice rap, Hank." Also, his complaining about editing. It's stupid. There is nothing remotely freestyle about writing something on a forum. A person could take any amount of time at all before clicking "submit."