Cameo Freestyel

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Cameo Freestyel
Topic Started: Sep 2 2009, 08:43 PM (69 Views)
Sori4Mvp	Sep 2 2009, 08:43 PM Post #1
The Truth Posts: 35,327 Group: VC_Moderator Member #45 Joined: April 6, 2004	The Return A lot older and a whole lot wiser V hit her up, but first I must size her Eat that sht up like a roll that's kaiser They ask, what did you do to find her A real girl, who is now a whole lot kinder Turn off your blinder Love being behind her Quit smoking but now gained some weight V still the great, eat everything up on the plate Can't stand a snake Push aside all the fake Rewind time like a VCR or DVR Sitting at the bar V a drunken star Been through more then most Still dream about the west coast Raise your cup up and toast Please be humble, don't brag and boast Lets get splifted and lifted, light up the roach Far from first class, scratching up barely enough for coach After five years ended it with my first baby mother After 10 years I lost my one and only job, oh brother.... Miss the ladder, fck the former, well I oughta..... Blow that fcking place to pieces When will my sister give me nephews and nieces Reeces Pieces fill my belly, the sht breeches No respect for authority, dreaming of beaches Time teaches, a reverend preaches They all suck like leaches See sunshine, he reaches Can't grab it or hold it Just saying some bold sht Be nice, don't scold this After it dries, please fold 'em miss Paranoid and skitzoid The booze fill the void Leaving like I'm deployed Need an assistant like Lloyd To answer my phone Tell 'em I'm not home Just want to be alone To depression I'm prone One is enough, fck your clone Speak in monotone Kick you off your throne It's sht you've shown You aren't great as the eight Jon got smart, said fck Kate I made a great big mistake This sh*t I must shake Sitting by a lake See what my mind can contemplate What is my fate Just want love, not hate And that love I found So quiet it don't make a sound Peace is all around Finally it I found



ChubbRock	Sep 3 2009, 09:27 PM Post #2
Posts: 114 Group: Members Member #563 Joined: August 5, 2006	That makes Chubb want to dance. :dance: Treat 'em right, Vin. :cool:



Strider	Sep 3 2009, 09:50 PM Post #3
Legend Posts: 27,117 Group: VC_Moderator Member #15 Joined: January 29, 2004	I'll get in on this at some point. May ta'maw.



Sori4Mvp	Sep 4 2009, 05:48 PM Post #4
The Truth Posts: 35,327 Group: VC_Moderator Member #45 Joined: April 6, 2004	Strider Sep 3 2009, 09:50 PM I'll get in on this at some point. May ta'maw. Let's do it, and if T Lev can find time between class, studying and partying maybe he can give us a few bars.



Strider	Sep 6 2009, 05:41 PM Post #5
Legend Posts: 27,117 Group: VC_Moderator Member #15 Joined: January 29, 2004	I'ma try something different, rip it with no script Kinda going off the head, semi stream of conscious Whatever pops in I'll put it even if it's nonsense It's bonkers how I bomb sht, so sick I could vomit Stop it, got balls I can palm it No homo, I meant my own though, I'm not in the zone though Little off my game, it's not same, but fck it, can't complain We play the game, the remains of the slain lames strewn in a lane in Brisbane Who's to blame? Piss stains, pistols, pistons and pipsqueaks The sht's weak but the sht's sweet, this week looks bleek I might leak, leave that piss stain on the pipsqueak if he diss me But I'm just poppin' off, there's no beef, no heat Blank canvass with no beat, and fck beets Yeah, fck 'em, they suck deek, who could like such sheet Now I sound like a kid hating brocolli, probably, it's got to be Nothing stopping me, rock 'em to sleep, lullaby, see Z's Shut 'em down like ZZ would in August, like a bukakke and we all bust Sure enough, truck 'em like a tour bus, the tour must Continue, whether weak or sinew, beef stew or mildew I see you, seen you, clean view of something that's absolutely nothing Like squirrels humping like dumb things, vegetable dumplings The last few bars got extra retarded, fcked up like a hard dick With the chick riding cowgirl, get it, fck upward with the pelvic thrusts Literary skeet-skeet on a sheet and she queefs in the sheets, but it's neat Beep beep, lemme eat, please please lemme beat, and I'll leave it to ya'll to tweet Remember Tweet? The bitch with "Oops there goes my shirt" single I hated that joint, it wasn't on-point, wack track with bullshit sprinkled That was around '02, back in the high school days, in the I'm cool days fck it, today and every day is still an I'm cool day Making better than high school pay and held on to my cool ways Back when if you saw a chick dancing freaky and singing "Gimme the light n' pass the dro" She might as well have had a sign that said "Gimme the pipe" and blast the ho All over, helter-skelter with that mastered plastered flow Hallway cyphers and battle raps, verbally smack cats that don't know how to act Them boys ain't nasty, they're just nasty, trashy, they needs baths Your crew's not filthy, ya'll just filthy dicksuckers with kneepads He's mad? Good. Got served between class or classes, but I prefered class because it sorta rhymed better, worked in my mind better, rewind never That goes for Blockbuster, too, I'm not kind and I could give a fck about the sign I don't know what to write next, so I'll write about not knowing what to write next Then an idea struck, feeling brand new, brand new like Rhymefest My quest is to let my rhyme fester and feast on any verse that think it's beast at least Worried, not in the least, not in the least bit, I own bars, niggas leased it Strange thought, released it, like David Tyree when Reese did Is this creative rambling or just rambling, idiotic ideas just scrambling Scrambled fragments just scampering but let loose with no tampering, nothing to hamper 'em Lemme end it here and post this piece that lacks precision without revision Tear it apart after and determine what it's missin' and how poorly it was written and what the f*ck is Streezy sniffin'



Sori4Mvp	Sep 6 2009, 05:53 PM Post #6
The Truth Posts: 35,327 Group: VC_Moderator Member #45 Joined: April 6, 2004	Quote: No homo, I meant my own though, I'm not in the zone though Little off my game, it's not same, but fck it, can't complain Like it, that line caught me. Quote: Who's to blame? Piss stains, pistols, pistons and pipsqueaks The sht's weak but the sh*t's sweet, this week looks bleek I like the abstract word play there. Nice. Quote: I don't know what to write next, so I'll write about not knowing what to write next :bc: Quote: My quest is to let my rhyme fester and feast on any verse that think it's beast at least Worried, not in the least, not in the least bit, I own bars, niggas leased it Strange thought, released it, like David Tyree when Reese did On point. :clap:



Strider	Sep 6 2009, 05:55 PM Post #7
Legend Posts: 27,117 Group: VC_Moderator Member #15 Joined: January 29, 2004	Thanks. This sh*t wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I wanted to just go off the top and write whatever popped into my head without trying to do punchlines, follow a scheme or setup rhymes.



Strider	Sep 6 2009, 06:16 PM Post #8
Legend Posts: 27,117 Group: VC_Moderator Member #15 Joined: January 29, 2004	Quote: You aren't great as the eight Jon got smart, said f*ck Kate :laugh: It was only a matter of time before somebody made a reference to that. It works for you, too, with all them kids you got running around. Quote: Time teaches, a reverend preaches They all suck like leaches Diggin' that. And suck in more than one way. Time sucks the life out of you; preachers suck money. Quote: Paranoid and skitzoid The booze fill the void Leaving like I'm deployed The best lines.



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