Freestyle Friday (come on in and test your skills)

[milo hobgoblin]

..

blue fish
hannukah, hannukah
I like to play harmonica
I like to wear a yammukah
I listen to chakka kanica

Im a drug dealer
a cop keeler
a rhyme steelr
I ride a big wheeler

 

[Dooley]

lol....I'm the cutest old rapper in Ohio.

Irie gotta be leary,
Either that, or he's weary.

Can't put down a line,
For love nor sunshine.

Still stroking that 3 inch dong,
Thinking your King Kong?
Put down that bong,
Write me a song!

WOAHHHHH! Vixen dropped it! Karma fo ya.

 

[from zero]

Holy shit bors, this rap is back
Time to feel this Zero attack
Feel my gat
Ratta tat tat
Back like a resurrection
Ya'll can't feel this detection
I cut my rhymes like a C-section
Spittin raps out like fetuses
Convertin all you fake Jesuses
To Zerology
It's psychology
Fuck this, G
Y'all can see me
Wanna be like me
Tryin to bust rhymes like me
But you're weak like a flea
What y'all wanna try next?
I deadlift with revexrevex
9 plates per side
Don't even act like I lied
After I locked out
I whipped up a hot batch on yo mama's hide

W-what what

 

[sh4dowf4lcon]

Ahhhhhh Shit! Zero Steppin with that weak shit

Rollin on the mike once again
Steppin to the F4lcon is the cardinal sin
Cuttin through you wit a razor
pinpoint accuracy with my lazer
bow wow wow yippee yo yippee yeigh
Sh4dowf4lcon in the house to stay
Comin hard every day
slinging rhymes every which way
Zero Zero go away
Try your luck some otha day
ya'll niggas betta recognize
with my words you become hypnotized
bobbin your head and it dont stop
everybody knows the F4lcons on top
of the mountain on the hill
throwing haymakers like evander holyfield
eleven, thirteen, zero-three
betta think twice for you step to me


I said...w-w-what-what

 

[from zero]

Bitch you had better explain
The fuck was wit that last refrain?
You think this shit's a game?
Your raps be lame, You're too tame
You know when you try to outrhyme me
You get flamed
Like you was in a campfire
See f35lcon, you lack desire
See I'm the fuckin jaws of life,
You're needle-nosed pliers
Little bitch ass shit wit yo weak ass rhymes
You fail all of the time
I spit out hardcore gangsta shit
You throw me some nursey rhymes
Little Miss Muffet
Bitch told you to stuff it
Pass me that bong bitch, I'll teach you to huff it
I solve crimes like McGruff shit
Next time you wanna wage a rap war
Settle down bor
Rappin with me is a chore
You turn monotone like you's Al Gore

Weak ass mothafucka

 

[sh4dowf4lcon]

Steppin Incorrect

Sit down buckle up tight
I'm about to rock you into the night
Earth to zero you call that a flame
Your choice of lyrics are way too lame
With an uppercut and a left hook
Breakin you down like a filthy crook
Body blows and a bloody mouf
I'm a rappin Redneck from the south
I dont need to be gangsta to get down
I'll slap you silly like Homie the Clown
With your pants saggin to your knees
You cant fade me, get some of deez
In your mouth wtih a right cross
My raps so c0ld they call me frost
I sit in my chair and slap you around
I never even stand but your out on the ground
Your rhymes are not a miracle
You really aint even lyrical
The F4lcon is the one who dominates the mike
You riding around on your bike
Trying to come hard but you fall on your face
You cant trip, I'll put you in your place
On your face, bow that back
Shaking that ass while you talking smack
Do that dance and shake your rump
When its all over I'm BIG PAPA PUMP
The way you rhyme shows little to none
I got skillz you dream of Son
Many people say F4lcons Insane
I'm bustin you in the mouth and split your membrane
Blood all around that is all I see
Now you see what you get when you step to me
Fake ass busta with little girl rhymes
I'll dominate you a hundred times
Once again I rock the Mike with Domination
You need game wit dat vivid imagination
You like to think Battle with you is a chore
I drop your ass like a 2 bit whore
I call you out again and again
We can go all day - I'm still gonna win
Back to the drawing board is where you be
Betta eat yo wheaties before you step to me

straight mobbin...I say w-w-what-what

 

[from zero]

Bor, the fuck is up with this weak ass crap
Stop tryin to rap
You can't hang with me in this habitat
Now gimme some of that
Mic now
I'll make you look like a tike now
Or some fucked up dyke cow
Who can't rap with lyrics so lame
For a second, I thought you was vixenbabe
Or maybe Irie
His ass I can't see
I prolly blew him out of the H2O for all to see
His bitch ass had to flee
Cause when Zero's up on stage
Y'all can't be frontin'
You rap worse than a pumpkin
I'll tear out your insides and make a pie outta you or somethin
Bor, you're heartless
Me, Zero, I'm the hardest
Motherfuckin bling bling rap artist
I steal ladies' hearts while I climb the charts,
And leave the rest breathless like they's chokin on Sweet Tarts
You belong in K-Mart
Sellin vacuums or CDs
Cause when you see these
Nuts all in your mouth
You know it ain't rainin no more
Your rap's in a drought
There is no doubt
That From Zero gonna rock this shit inside and out
Cause THAT'S WHAT THE FUCK I'M ALL ABOUT

 

[sh4dowf4lcon]

D0min4t10n

 

[Frackal]

mine flows like the mississippi

 

[Ashamed]

Nelson posting under other names
cos his shit is all lame
and he wants to sell his book
so he acts like a crook
and he pats himself on the back
when he posts as Jonny Jacked