[quick freestyle while laying on da beach]

so u wanna call my shit wack...HAVE U SEEN THIS SHIT....ITS WACK AS FUCK MAN...AND U TELL ME IM GARBAGE...MAN AFTER THIS I DNT REALLY GIVE A FUCK WHAT U THINK ABOUT MY SHIT CUZ THIS JUST PROVES IM BETTA THAN YO ASS....PEACE OUT GARBAGE MAN

whatever you just know you garbage. dont make excusejust because me a freestyle ha

[quick freestyle while laying on da beach]

what up u punk hoe

fosho i let the fo go

letting it snap like im takin a photo

mothafuckas dont get it

well im here to let u know

that once u gotta flow

then its ya fuckin time to blow

but since ya Ass is poe

leave a hole in his fuckin fro

rollin off crusin slow

blowing on his funky dro

n listening to his funky beats

put his brain on his window

n his back up on da seats

so discreet when i rob

have ya mom on my rod

still do the job

while she sucking up like a slob

[FUCK THIS SHIT]

YungPhantom must have had a disappointing Xmas - he seems awfully riled up.

ha i bet! santa must not have brought him any talent so now he is all fired up

[FUCK THIS SHIT]

and the second to last line was supposed to say

u aint got no type of talents my shit is betta then what u make

your still fuckin garbage i was tryin to help u out u piece of shit! also there is alot more to this item than rap, so get ya shit straight fag i aint never No lame u just keep talkin what u dont know. like i said your trash, your ryhmes is trash, and everything you talkin bout is fake so shut the fuck up

[FUCK THIS SHIT]

yo after im done u gone be runnin to ya mama/

cuz my flow hit u so hard u recieved a head trauma/

im putin u to sleep so go ahead a grab ya pajamas/

u aint bout shit but im bout those zeros and commas/

cuz fuckin wit me is like walkin on death row/

one wrong move ill leave ya chest full of bullet holes/

and u just good for standin on the corner waitn to blow/

and u talk to much shit yo self asteem must be low/

and im comin through like a fuckin earthquake/

im sended shockwaves through ya body and bitch u fake/

u go type of talents my shit is betta then what u make/

so stop fuckin wit me before u meet ya fate/

worst shit yet! son just cause i got you on takin forever to write shit dont hurry yourself. study yo first one it was really the only one that kinda had a good flow. matter of fact just study my shits n you see what up! but foreal dont rush shit, it shows.

[GAME OVER!!!!!!]

'YungPhantom_23' date='Dec 27 2008, 03:25 PM'

why the fuck yo pussy ass always tryna talk shit/

bitch you the one who got me started up n into this,

but ya right ya just like wayne garbage Ass material,

only thing you good for is passin around vanaireal,

and also gettin played on the lame Ass radio,

some day ill meet up wit'cho at ya fuckin barreol,

some lucky bastard will shoot you in ya dairy hole,

good riddens take ya five days take me five minutes,

you brought me all this shit so i jumped in it!

bitch that was worst than ya last one! just wait till i get back from vacation so i can smash ya Ass on a comp! bitch you trash! we all know da truth, everything you sayin was tried to be said before but i stopped all that son so quit you cant say shit!

[U WACK CRACKA]

He probably was referring to us both. What me, worry?

no DUDE is my homie. i was talkin to the lame tryin to rap me

[GET THE POINT]

first off son i aint never no homo,

you the one sucking dick tryin to get a cash flow,

i told you that you suck thats why i aint writing back,

cause a full line of my bars will put you in cardiac,

so plan ya next attack while i sit n laugh at ya shit,

ill slap you in da face while im fuckin yo bitch!

stop tryin son ya shit is a sleepfest,

just process n see that im the best so go test,

we all know that i flow wit exactness,

stab you in da back n extract all ya wackness,

maybe youll have backbone n stop actin,

your slipping up son get some shoes wit traction,

you calling me poor n also a faget,

i got two habits smoking weed n starting static,

dont make this tragic your not fuckin magic,

this beef is fake your lame n ive had it!

im never gay son, you just lookin in da mirror to hard tryin to scare someone. you suck son so stop you not worth my shit!

[U WACK CRACKA]

i dont know how to say it clearer. . . YOU ARE GARBAGE.

[U WACK CRACKA]

JUST CUZ GO YO ASS AINT HAVE SHIT TO SAY/

U WRITE A PUSSY COMMENT AND CALL MY SHIT GAY/

WELL U BETTA RETHINK ABOUT WHAT U GONNA DO/

CUZ WHEN THIS IS OVER I WIN AND U LOSE/

MY NAME WILL BE TRAVELIN THROUGHOUT THE WORLD/

I WILL BE SURROUNDED BY MONEY AND GIRLS/

U WILL BE SURROUNDED BY BOXES AND HOMOS/

EATIN OUT TRASH WALKIN AROUND WIT NO CLOTHES/

CUZ YO POOR ASS TRIED THE WRONG NIGGA/

U THOUGHT U WAS HARD UNTIL I PULLED THE TRIGGA/

I SHUT YO ASS UP AND IT ONLY TOOK ONE SHOT/

SO THINK TWICE BEFORE YOU RUN UP ON MY BLOCK/

CUZ U ACTIN LIKE ALL HOT WHEN U NOT/

U AINT NUTHIN BUT A PUSSY AND IM THE BIG SHOT

first off bitch you aint

better than noone on this site. noone! you try to steal my rhymes from my old shits! thinkin i wouldn't see that shit haha you aint sayin nuttin new, smg or tomd tried say all the same shit but got no where. so get some shit of your own n try again. ha ha your garbage.

[that was weak cracka!!!!!!!try again]

man stop bullshitin u know u just a fake/

my rymes hit u so hard it'll make yo body shake/

and u know yo poor ass aint makin no cake/

fukin with me man u makin a mistake/

and yo ass sitin here tryna diss but cant spell/

u spelled break with an A what the hell/

and ima show u the way ima take my ass/

right pass yo ass cuz u dont want what i blast/

cuz my shit will have u knocked out for weeks/

and u wont ever get cuz i put into deep sleep/

and stop frontin u pussy bitch/

u woulnt ever hold a gat if yo life depended on it/

cuz u aint nothin but a waste sperm/

im done with yo ass and i hope yo lesson was learned

son i told you, you is garbage n you aint worth my time! that shit was so weak. just shut the fuck up til you got a flow.

[sorry no time]

what mothafucka bitch you betta think twice

before i shake you all up n shoot u like dice

ya rythem kinda nice but ya ryhmes is trash

i would have more fun just counting my cash

so get up off my Ass i aint worried about u bitch

i done lined hoes realer than u up in a ditch

so gone choose which choice you going to take

walk away peacefully or see your hopes brake

i hope You dont make me go on another mission

go all demonic cause u made the wrong decision

i shoot wit persision while clapping like percussion

knocked over the head but not for a concussion

got ya blood rushin theres No need for discussion

you sayin im soft well bitch you disgusting

verbally shoot you n get blood on ya ceiling

you betta start retreatin or kneeling down-before-me

cause i aint sayin shit else till u dont bore me

[set to sail ( not even close to finished yet)]

ive been high everywhere i went but ive hit my lows,

weightin zips out at my crib putting powder in my nose,

passing chickens fuck you hoes my b''s only go to bros,

the smoke i toke n i inhale will hit you like a fuckin whale,

ill impail anyone who ever wants to touch my mail,

never fail nore will bail between my legs aint toucked a tail,

set to sail i make the sell behind the sceans like siclcell,

im slick wit shit my spit it get slicker the shit u get,

yes im full of wit please dont try to nitpic its so simplistic,

that a child would diss this dont test this misfit the clip fits,

my grip will explode till its empty then ill reload

drop a whole shit load put phantom under it when i pave the road!.

[situation]

as i sit her wit my pen n my pad,

thinkin what to say,

all that comes to my mind,

is this very dreadful day,

i found out shit was false,

talkin to two other guys,

to my surpise i wasnt wise,

n let u slip between the lines,

u left for school so we broke up,

made a promise that weed wait up,

u lied to me n tried to be,

innocent but the plain eye could see,

you played me unregretfully,

i wish that we could never be,

cause u hurt me more that hevenly,

could do trying heavliy,

i mainly wish i wasnt dumb,

the choice i made i got left a crumb,

but what is done is already done,

now well never get to have a son,

atleast we stopped before the long run,

n dont regret something breathing out a lung,

so good luck i hope u chose the right one,

dont get mixed up when the wrong fella's,

i wish u would help me not be jealous!

[yeaaaaa.]

Try audacity. Or garage band. Get a good mic.

is audacity free?

[yeaaaaa.]

yea i feel you on da quality. im tryin to get a better program, i tried music maker but the format was garbage so i need somethin that makes .mp3

[yeaaaaa.]

ay girl i tried to email you but it said yo sn wasnt real. but its whatever just holla at me

[yeaaaaa.]

it aint even finished yet! i got it goin to this "free gucci" beat by lokey.

i know its poor quality but atleast you can here the beat wit it.

you now any app's that i can get to record better?

[yeaaaaa.]

im so high everywhere i go people always know,

they can smell it on my clothes befor i even hit the doe,

with a blunt in my mouth pearled in a optimo,

its fosho the lightest dro that my guy could ever grow,

so lets blow on a blunt or two maybe three or four,

i got zip's at the crib cause im somthing like a store,

so dont worry if we run out i can always go get more,

get tore up from the floor up very high into the sky,

my brain cells might be gone but im still a clever guy,

smokin skunk blueberry cat piss n chocolate tai,

i stay smokin blunts a day i dont wont pass by,

ill look you in ya eye n tell you i got proof chickens fly,

smokin sumtin n sellin sumtin until the day that i die,

i dont need a chair to put a blunt in da air,

i can roll it while im drivin dog, really i dont care,

just give me a nug and ill put it to LA FLARE!!!!

http://www.imeem.com/people/U2bsTw8/music/...ci_completewav/

[come on...]

CONTENT!! grow some nuts n learn more than fuckin cartoons, your a child your not hard so stop actin! A computer screen gives many false hope n im sorry but fell victim. now if your tryin to talk realisticly then get at me dog cause we both know i smashed you and i can continue to do so. you have no rythem, a basic style n ya rhymes are weak. . . at best.

[you dont know]

first off dodgee you dont know who u speakin too,

my street cred alone is already like three of you,

my lyrics so ill they could help me rip ya heart in two,

you got a prob lil bitch its called u to young son,

i could still flow sweeter if i only had one lung,

i guess ya rymes are average espesally for a young gun,

n i got a young gun watch as it spit sum,

you say your lethal when you cum that ur hotter than the sun,

but ya sun aint a star its a headlight from a car,

that im ridin in creepin slow to leave ya head ajar!!

Its a drive By Bitch!!!!

i can keep goin too mothafucka! only difference is, my shits from the heart son!

[Rap Site?]

i thought this was a rap site not a cartoon convention,

real men rap here children please go that direction,

use ur "energy force" or baby blanket as protection,

but i swear it wont do shit aganist .45 wession,

you should think good befor buttons start pressin,

words in retalation but really ya lucks stressin,

where's the real rap at my lyrics are like a blessin,

you couldn sell ya raps at a ghetto ass intersection!

[bet'cha cant do it]

(.23)

Bet'cha you cant do it like i do, i do,

got the shit shakin in my rearview, rearview,

i can still see you comin runnin like a damn child,

shoot the bullet clear threw ya head to the otherside,

homocide comes to haters tryin to step in my way,

get it its my way or the highway blow ya head away,

if you try to head away wit chedda, you betta,

pack a beretta or somthin to leave me deader,

my infrared's reder once it has the pleasure,

to hit you yea you betta duck or you'll get stuck,

you done ran outta luck so im comin just to pluck,

you, you little fuck! bullets bigger than a hockey puck!

(1.23)

infatuated style got'cho capdavated for a while,

my swag goes a mile while u still dressin like a child,

its crazy n its wild the way we grew up the same,

but you grew up to shame wit no fight in ya game,

wit noone to blame but ya self n ya parents mane,

got these carrots in my chain watch it swang mane,

as my pants hang low to the ground, stacks hold'em down,

come around like drug hounds, blood hounds sniffin drug mounds,

chocoholic eatin mounds drug dealer sellin pounds,

if you wanna get wit this then just come around,

otherwise stay from round these parts or catch a round in each part,

then threw ya heart rip it apart.

[memory]

I did like it. I think structurally, the verses don't sync up properly though: too many lines in the opening, versus the other stanzas. If I were to do any rewriting, I think I would look at some other artist's lyrics, see how they structure their verses, and then try and work something out from there

thanks. the beat i was usin tho is a lil wack it changes tempo towards the end. but thanks i will rewrite it to different beat.

[memory]

Sounds like an accurate portrayal of the end of a relationship.

but did u lik? n what would u change