I don't take checks to flex my lyrics
breaking backs and snapp'n necks
you can only get with cash not credit
and your decrepit ass can't edit the fact
your head just got embedded with a leaded pellet
and instead of a cleric to dispell it
you got a pathetic paramedic
who admitts he's unfit and a geriatric named Jerry Schmidt
that paints silly imbecilic pictures in acrylic
in Melissa's kitchen on skillets.
My RapFu kicks ass
and is as cool as a glass of malassas
balanced on a thin stem of a flower
that got stuck in the crack of your ass as
you lay face down getting pounded
in the ground laying limp next to your glasses
then the bell rings dingleling and it's time for you to
get back to class kid.
I'm straight up candid,
Don't fly a plane if you can't land it.
Pick up your slack,
I keep it moving cuz' I'm portable,
These rhymes are free that means they're also affordable,
But my questions they're all so rhetorical..
So how come your flow sucks?
You couldn't move a groove,
If you rolled up in a tow-truck,
You hillbilly po'dunk Sears and Roebucks,
No-luck keystone coppers dropping donuts,
And shushed by the grown-ups,
I'm wielding a Cane, and you are unAbel,
To escape the pain,this is no fable,
I'm in the stables on a palehorse drinking black label,
Your on a course to be in a wheel chair and disabled...
Highvein,the untried and untrained,
sun-dried Brown stain got slain,
Circling the drain casting blame with no shame as he goes down in flames,
I'm bringing hall of fame level pain to the game,
He failed the class,
he did not pass and it's O.K.,
Cuz im wearing a mask,
as I stab his ass like O.J. ...
edit on 30-9-2019 by Mike Stivic because: Deleted an extra "are"
Oh look. Stivic's back
like in his other raps
He got lost trying to read a map.
But I ain't mad.
He's no different than the other lads.
He's just really bad
and that makes me really sad.
Come on down
your next contestant on
Who is this Clown.
I'm to incredibly credible
like a medical edible
I express the inexpressible
your barely legible.
Like a boss I accost your senses
beating you sensless til we end this
because you crossed the wrong schloss
and now your quashed
and your pain is tremendous.
The beat drops as my word's tic toc
should I stop? Naw. I'm about to pop.
You got caught eating kitty poo in the sand box
like a numb nut
hailing from the land of Dumb F...
Don't you understand son
I do this for fun so imagine
if I really unleashed my guns.
I can bury you haters,
now or sometime later,
in real life or on paper
an instagator like Vadar
I'm the Pain Town Mayor.
It's scary the flurry that comes out
your derriere after gettin blurry from
some berry found on the ground in a cemetary.
Highvien is in need of divine-aid,
Stretched thin his supply-chain,
Everywhere I go,
Yo vaya con dios,
That's how my seeds-grow,
And now my trees-glow,
so it's absurd,
you flushed-terds think I care what these thugs-heard,
circling buzzards regurgitating buzz-words and cuss-words,
Posting from your basement in the suburbs,
You initiates lack initiative,
Your not fastidious,
Your oblivious, off-course,slack,and primitive,
I am the-source,Your all derivatives..
Your engines knocking and your stocks dropping,
I'm blocking and chopping,
As your flocks squawking,
popping and locking,
I'm chart topping, never stopping,
I don't play by the rules
I rule with the cruel
from you tools
skip a beat
your eating their own stool.
Drool on your feet as I press the beat
knows it's me
bringing the heat
as I defeat your perceived
like a slacked jawed jeeves your can't believe.
I cast the profile
of a sly smile
as I slice and dice
with a freestyle
a mile wide flat filing you Kyles
like a child in a single file
with no smile.
I wear a Rolex once in a while
I flex my pecks and you lose
If I had a dollar for every kid who went to college and tried to drop-knowledge that I had to admonish,
I'd have a hundred acres and a not so modest cottage with every knob-polished,
So I'ma step on these cats with they mitts on the mic,
And I don't even care if I like what they spit or they write,
I'ma SNIP on these kids for fun and for spite,
Your just basic,
I brought another style to the fight for you to bite,
I'm triple bach and your bud-lite,
Your the P-diddy to my Suge Knight,
The old biddy to my young sprite,
You second fiddles are passin' the buck,
Chicken littles down on your luck,
Malcolm in the Middles be clucking as you cuck,
So keep on tucking and upchucking
before you suck..
While You blow grooms in the glow room dodging old pubes,
I slow groom in my grow room,
My grown blooms throw fumes as I Pwn Noobs...
Highvien is hidin' while he checks his maths,
Then comes out like joe Biden with another gaffe,
Someone tellem' his hellswind staff is half-mast,
We ain't buying what your sellin',
Your rhymes are smellin',
like passed gas,
Director's cut ..Dead Pan...
Live on web-cam hovering over your bed-pan,
Your indelible in the hippocampus,
Unintelligible and flakey like dandruff,
Head and shoulders bobbing getting hauled off in hand-cuffs,
From now on no more robbing the only thing you'll ambush,
Edited to add:
Nice beat bro, sorry it took so long to respond.
edit on 27-2-2020 by Mike Stivic because: (no reason given)
Awww yeah, I knew you would like that beat. I will use it again.
Stivics back in the game
he's coming quick like a lunatic
with the same lame complaints but nothings changed.
He's smelling like the butt crack under the bad back of the hunchback of Notre Dam.
I'm just saying,
I think he's gone insane.
Now he's into polishing knobs.
Like a grandma with no teeth
trying to eat a stick of beef
with string cheese hanging off of her jaws.
He's de-evolved and committed to the cause.
But not all is lost
line up for a free toss.
It's good to see ya back and it's always fun
to hear what you have to say.
I had some time so I thought I would throw some out.
Your inept at best
Sounding like a trapped insomniac with no bed
who hasn't slept and needs rest
decides to commit suicide by drive-by and becomes a bullet meet head.
Do you get it Meathead?
Out of the pit comes a storm
Neo in the matrix dodging your bullets hardcore.
Slapping you dyslexic anorexics with my Johnson in this porn.
Getting medieval like a devil growing horns with my free form.
Age is a cage,
Are we on the same page?
Are you the wood or the lathe?
The thought or the sage?
The spell or the mage?
Are you incensed or enraged?
The roads paved...
Are you unclean or freshly bathed?
Are you willing to be shaved?
Are you unscathed?
Are you aware of the cave?
Can you be saved?
on ketamine after the rave?
The morbid dreams will cease,
It's a test!
I orbit screams and unleash.
The dogs of war howling!
I spot you on the fringe Prowling,
I'm hot and you resort to fouling,
It only takes an instant to social distance,
Your demise is imminent you should have listenened,
Now we killing ten 'ignants a minute,
I'm starting my engine,
You've already finished,
I love a sauna,
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