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Re: Rhyme Cypher
I resemble Britt Baker……God damn she is fine
Better stop thinking about her, or I will write an awkward rhyme
I resemble Britt Baker kicking in teeth number eight and nine
Next day with no charge I will repair the fractured incisors align
During the operation, your spine went out of line
I’m a misanthropic medical genius in my prime
Welcome to my House it’s diagnosis time
I will reassign the spinal cord with this lumber of pine
Stop lying and whining you’ll be fine Frankenstein
I confine to myself, this procedure is a little asinine
Swimming in puddles of blood as your vitals starts to decline
Grim reaper hovering over us your spirit resigns
Next rhyme: breaking news
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Re: Rhyme Cypher
I read your verse. Yep, I made it through.
Suffice to say, I ain’t enthused...
Compared to the prevailing view, that’s a great review.
Hey it’s true.
You’re a huge success (...assuming that you came to lose).
You write like Soar Kaid is your favourite muse.
My favourite muse, don’t make me choose, I rate the tunes of Aes’ and DOOM’s.
I’m the type of guy who faith eschews, I’d face the pews and treat Moses’ list as some straight ‘to-do’s.
Some Jehova’s witnesses called at my door ...and now they pray to Zeus.
It’s high proof, and the statement proves I diss-still like I’m making booze.
Cold. I’m quick with this blade in view like skating shoes.
Ain’t nobody saving you like the Danish jews.
We ain’t raised from the same milieu.
You’ve never left your gaming room.
A beast, shit, I escaped the zoo,
And-eloped with a stray gnu.
They all check my shit coz I break taboos.
When they check your shit they all break to boo.
What’s with all your single-syllable rhymes? maybe aim for two?
Try to follow basic cues, or stay confused, grazed and bruised.
Play the blues. I got a Cannonball with me, like Miles Davis crew.
Ay, yo... the microphone was invented in 1878 by David Hughes.
I could write a thousand more rhymes, but, uh, I gotta go and take a poo.
Next rhyme: duty free store
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Re: Rhyme Cypher
The crowd is in a violent uproar, shouting more blood more gore
Dismembering limbs with a sharpen oar, crushing craniums with an worthless ore
Bloodstains on the wall yup new décor, decomposing organs rotting on the floor
4 slugz that shock-ya-core, like the untimely death of Tupac Shakur
Bring the smoke vapour grazing on grass ya herbivore, I trife on beef the lyrical carnivore
Fuck a duty free store, five finger discount on exemplar whom snore
Bring your cannonballs ya ready for war?, I'm on the battlefield with the stolen hammer from Thor
Next rhyme: solar power
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Re: Rhyme Cypher
Give up bruv, just close the browser.
That’s light; I could go for hours like solar power.
My rounds go over the top, like how to load a mauser.
My style’s rarer than a sober scouser.
Your text’s a total downer like Schopenhauer.
I’m on road with Toad and Bowser.
It’s a bit rich, you take the piss... golden showers.
Your girl can queef the theme from Close Encounters.
Sweet. I cut my coke with cocoa powder.
I don’t bite, I leave writers’ souls devoured.
I just smoked an ounce of lotus flowers.
My long term memory is at most an hour, and shit from ten minutes ago can evoke nostalgia.
Next rhyme: unredeemed
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Re: Rhyme Cypher
I drank gallons of gasoline mixed with xylene, so I can spit flames like a wyvern from Byzantine
I am sick…..is it Covid19? I am getting iller why do I need to quarantine?
Why would you verbally assault unredeemed? Keep obsessing about Soar to lift your poor self esteem
Like Mia Khalifa just quit you can’t handle the threating scene, penetrating this pussy with no vaseline
I will be referenced on his rhymes it’s foreseen, surgically detach my name for his cerebrum with an oxidized trephine
Viribius is one of the six rapping gods is a bit extreme, verbals trample him to death while I am riding Poseidon's equine
You’re sniffing on gold dust while on a turnbuckle lean, end with a finisher shattering your dreams
Next rhyme: vast galaxy
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Re: Rhyme Cypher
There are thousands of wailing banshees, even da reaper has joined the grim jubilee
Where is Asclepius to restore his immortality, I’m still on Poseidon’s horse striking equinophobia anxiety
Viribius name is Brian Braddock in reality, panic stricken in the lab tryin to heat up the Bunsen burner to flammable degree
Exposing his amulet of right is the perfect opportunity, the sound of snapping vertebrates sends me to ecstasy
It’s a rare abnormality, like Viribius dropping shit but the bird is afraid to SOAR in aeroelasticity
Get a Ghost writer to mask your rhyming incapacity, only time your head goes in flames is when "you take the piss” …. get a urinalyses
Aiyyo Einstein stop trying to battle me, still expecting a different result its insanity
Next rhyme: Captain Britain
Fuck him, that's it, I'm done.
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Re: Rhyme Cypher
In a past rhyme I wrote something slick that would match with this one
Forget how I started, then said "capture blizzards like activision"
Any nerds out there that comprehending what magic this is?
Hit me back, we'll chat about all our common paths of vision
If ya try me anywhere, better have the traction a tractors driven
My wit is sharp as the hunger of Gandhi kneeling in pacifism
It's beyond math and physics how ya'll acting sick but dont match the symptoms
Well, we are what we'll become, just a product spawned from of our habits rhythm
Next rhyme: Preachers daughter
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Re: Rhyme Cypher
I ain’t a sleazy stalker. I fucked a preacher’s daughter on his Jesus altar;
I misheard his request when he said “please, a psalter”.
My life’s like scenes from Chaucer if his themes were broader.
I’m a street marauder, I’m a weed exporter, I’m a priest and augur, I’m a decent author, I’m a police informer with a speech disorder.
I... uh... shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to falter.
Yo hold up, I need some water.
I mean I need a steamy sauna, in East Gibraltar. I need at least a korma. I need egregious slaughter. I need to give props to all my three supporters.
Next rhyme: Fuzzy logic
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Re: Rhyme Cypher
Great timing, just banged this bird n her cunts demolished, I wasn't sure it'd heal in shape cuz it's looking horrid but these props from Virb should hold it til the structures solid,
I don't talk about their parents that's an ugly topic,
I used to be a nice guy, then had to adjust n stop it,
So sweets on the way out, must be Poppets,
Hey most people, nice face, I'd love to sock it,
Leave it out? Since you're the subject I'd love to drop it,
I went from bassline skanking - to hypnotiq,
To bumping Chronic, to making material about eggs like Humpty Dumpty's pockets,
Can't brag about money to a humble prophet,
I'm lord of the rings who the fuck is Sonic?
Who's got the biggest dick in Lord of rings? Well, it's fuzzy logic,
but based on the average size per foot it's hobbits,
I used to key a nob heads car, but being fully honest,
I'm getting too old for that like drugs n comics,
Now I meet up with their birds n we get to fuckin on it & I just let their jacket zippers scrub the bonnet
Next rhyme: Rubicon
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Re: Rhyme Cypher
Hop out the jeep rubicon w/ the uzi palmed
The whips a soft shell...so the roof is gone
Blasting a Boosie song as Im shootin pawns
Push back yo hair line, give you that new LeBron
Got a baggy of what shaggy & his dog scooby on
That shit stupid strong..Hits just like a nuclear bomb
@Bag Mandela
The next rhyme is - "Sign back into the league"
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Re: Rhyme Cypher
Sign back into the league, I'd try that imminently but I've got to direct my fight at villainous schemes run by politicians & thieves cuz there's a solution I've been supplied that vision to see - if humanity's drowning & I don't throw a life raft into the sea cuz I'm tryna write mad intricate schemes I'd be full of myself n that's why bags split at the seams, makes sense; being Mandela that's a-part-I'd have given to me, holla if you wanna know, you seem wise fam, think you'd agree but I haven't got a prayer tryna describe that lyrically
Next rhyme: Utopia
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Re: Rhyme Cypher
I’m kinda dope but this dude’s dopier.
Yall ain’t wanna see me beast, you got zoophobia.
I keep kicking ass til my shoes cosier.
Fuck the pope coz my mood’s holier, with a right hook for his staff like a new crozier.
Send me to hell, that shit’s utopian.
I’m on top of the world like a huge podium.
I’m smoking crude opium through a blue chromium euphonium.
I might jack your MacBook while you poo slowly an’
drop that Apple on your head like it’s Newtonian.
I’m on some Sopranos shit like the new Tony an’
I shoot huge nukes filled with plutonium.
If you can find more rhymes, dude show me ‘em.
Next rhyme: paper plate
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Re: Rhyme Cypher
Fuck a red cap, take a page and blaze, then I'll make it great
Giving what they want to my victims, and this relates to pray
When I play the ace of space to erase your cadence, amazing grace...
Building whats destroyed when I play charades in a major way
Filling all the voids like the aether painting the wastes of space
Don't think I drop explosive? These frag grenades, well, they may persuade
I rap this beef lavishly, like steak surrounded quaintly with bacon ate on a paper plate
Next rhyme: Plague of time
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Re: Rhyme Cypher
Why’d you claim grenades are primed?
Bitch, your imaginary weapons couldn’t maim a mime.
Perjury’s your favourite crime;
You lie about violence in your basic rhymes,
And it’s cold, forged, like this blade of mine.
That’s light like my sabre’s shine.
Bitch, bring your frag grenades, or you can aim a nine...
Aim a ten or an eleven, either way it’s fine,
Ain’t a number high enough to gauge the kind of rage inside,
I’m kinda nice, but got a hateful vibe.
I hate to say, you’re how shame’s defined.
I’ll make you prey, like my name’s divine.
You’re on some drag queen shit like your name’s Divine.
You’re mostly relying on ancient lines,
And they ain’t aged the same way as grapes and wine.
There’s levels to this shit, it’s like game design.
I got readers pulling faces like they ate a lime.
Next rhyme: Normal life
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Re: Rhyme Cypher
Sometimes when I'm alone with my thoughts at night which is realistically all the time I question whether I would enjoy a normal life,
having boring sex with a boring wife,
make some boring kids, grow bored n die,
I'm on the borderline between that and setting my balls alight whilst juggling a sword, a knife & a porcupine,
sorta left n sorta right so I remain on the middle ground like a compromise I've been forced to find,
I think the act of eating ass is endorsed to try and encourage people who go for a shite to practise the hygienic act of being sure to wipe more than twice,
Why bother with the gym when meth can dwarf the plight of the comparitively-beige endorphin high?
Beats me but I'm more surprised at the fact thot culture caught a hype,
I don't think it will at all survive, cuz all these triple figure bitches stories like swapping pussy for social gain are glorified til they're traumatised regretting a plan to get split 4 ways like microsporocytes
Next Rhyme: Cleaning brush