Weed Freestyle... ADD ON TO THIS!!!

.. Y'all suck. I'm calling out everybody that posted in this thread!

I'm so fly while i'm gettin high, ayy
you dat guy, but you kinda gay
call me out in any way
I'll fuck you up any day
you lackin skill, needa pop a pill
my shit be ill, such a thrill
articulate flow smokin on dro
mydickinit' yo, your girl a hoe
she like it better, i give her a show
one time two times three times fo
ass in the air, face on the flo
step with me and see where it go
not even high, my shit be better
not only that, i get your girl wetter
she send me a pic, she send you a letter
she lovin my dick, she say it was better
Get the fuck outta here sayin that shit
lest i be fucking ya girl, licking her clit
you can't compare to my intelligent wit
after reading this you might aswell quit.

I can't imagine that I'll ever get around to posting something on there. Although, if I get something recorded I'll try my best to remember haha

Kieth, we've had you since the Y2K craze,
but your right
No offence because your rhymes don't faze

My sick flow is iller then a room full of chemo patients.
"I murder words with no remorse",
of course that could be true but my raps need no alterations.
My wit is so sharp it's performing amputations.
You can string together rhymes of four, well god damn! Congratulations
Psychopaths and geniuses are my affiliations
so rap and I go together like Mathematics and Asians.

So sorry you could never tell this
But there is no time to sit and reminisce
You thought you were the source of da illest rhymes, remember this?
I'm feeling no regret that my spit leaves you crushed like the hulks fist.
I have to tell you, that we just can't coexist.
While i'm around you'll be stuck in the waiting list.

I'm the paramount of greatest

always on the edge, just biding on my time,
to jump into the cypher, and then showcase my rhyme
Im radioactive, hazmat, an ill ass fat cat,
running around to turn this beat back into some paleolithic free jazz,

damn

taste my lyrical backhand, when I school you back to the playground
and rub your face up in the sand,
I'm a time turning, nose burning, shoddily crafted hand pipe,
and with each hit, cause you to shit, faster than you can wipe

The botwins couldn't handle it.
Hit you with a mallet, thwack!
You nothin but a half-wit hack
so step the fuck back

The stakes are higher then ever
your life's on the line cuz my lyrics sever
Your standin on my trap door and I'm about to pull the lever

Damn!

My rhymes give you an epileptic seizure
Make your girlfriend bequeath to me all'er beaver
My rap leave's you with a dirty rotten taste
Think you hot shit? Your mind must be misplaced
Maybe you smoked some'o my laced
shit was grown in a beaker, soaked in atomic waste
Your bars are weaker, I must be embraced
Your path is bleaker and you about to be disgraced

Damn!

You couldn't copy my skill, you don't have enough disk space.
You want me to stop now, or continue to put you in your place?

so i guess i'll have to give credit, where i see it is due,
but i heard dyslexic retards that rhyme better than you
a head so big, can't see how your ass can contain it,
stephen hawking knows physics and even he can't explain it

my rhymes are like jesus, they give sight to the blind,
your rhymes are like penis, when it's uncircumsized,
im talkin bout dick cheese, like two week old encrusted
but even that ain't as whack as the lyrics you busted

My lyrics hit you so damn swiftly
Shit must of staggered you
Cuz any talent you had, you loosing quickly
I'de have given you a high five for your previous entry
But your latest is a tragedy
It's far less then satisfactory

By this point you might as well quit the game
But it's no problemo
you can send me a memo
I'll pass it on'n let your only fan know,
Then you can expect that i'll send you a casket
with a card that reads,'That's how bad you got your ass kicked
I spit pure truth and your ass can't handle it
bout to burry you in one hell of a deep pit
No seriously, legit.
My intellect so deadly
They forced me to get a permit

You don't wanna fuck with this
Each bar rips you to bits
Compared to you,
I have more talent in a cup'o my piss
I'll have you assured,
it's no lie, You don't wanna fuck with this

Thanks Kieth! atleast I'm pretty damn sure that's a compliment.

forest green, fell clutching the last tube of water colour,
and out spewed a deluge, the current took him under,
he was transported, some say, to a land of mystic fantasy
but I say poor forest was experiencing tragedy

clearly though he writhed, some eyes fell blind
of the onlookers who's reaction was to reel back and cry
not for the sorrow, for the loss of poor forest,
but rather raucous laughter son, it rang out in a chorus

they were immune to his pain, instead it caused amusement
the plaque in the museum read that forest was a loser,
but I know the true story, forest was an epileptic,
and his final tube of forest green was washed out to the septic

Ya you know it!
Flow is crystal clear
A grand poet
Rip through you, don't shed tear
a Garand bullet
I'm for real but your full of it
I'll be gettin full seats,
While your show known to fail
Out to set sail
I'm a living legend,
while your more of a tall tale

This one's for IPoser

You insulted me
So I'm returning to sender
Lets compare us
i'm bertie bott's every flavor
But your only one and it's sweaty sock,
so i'm doing you a favor
You sound a fool
I find better rhymes in my sample'o stool
One on one and I just fragged your ass,
damn I'm so cool
When I T-bag your place of death
A taunt in your dying breath

Accuracy is lethal
Shit'l make you kneel
So sudden you ain't gonna feel
When I start shoot'n better hope you got a sheild

I don't give a fuck if you come back with a vengeance
I'll leave you in a mess, scattered at the entrance

If anyone want's to read one I wrote tonight click the link for m tumblr

Where is everyone!?

the darkness broke through a stained glass window,
I lit the church on fire, pray that god forgives my sin though
im still devout despite the actions when Im out
but i don't devote to god's teachings just the words from satans mouth
don't call me a satanist, chicken sacrificing goat sacrilege
Ill burn down all the settlers house while they out on their pilgrimage
I've got the will to live and half a mind to give,
I've got a job to do son fuckin listen to this

i provide unbelievable drugs, to a populace of children,
posted, blood on they gums,
we don't need this, all we need is peace and love,
but that shit ain't the way to make the money come
what we need is evil, i control the streets with evil
i can cut the bread wit the same knife that killed the people,
I can build a church with the first inverted steeple
and I can kill two birds with one stone
like they equals

i'm chilling with a sack of that green,
my homeboys with me on the scene.
one thing I know for sure, this cannabis is a cure
to make life better, that's the one thing I know for sure
life's a bitch but it's one that needs to stick around
i'm starting my own empire from the ground up
turn the sound up, the beats at the climax
lyrically proficient at the mic, sit down and watch me like i'm the Imax

I feel like this world is mine
Blazed all the time
I like to open up my mind
And write down all the dope lyrics I can find
Im on my come up you could call that incline
Im slow on reactions so Im a little behind
I might roll another one so I gotta go grind
My niggas want me to go smoke
I look over and say nope
I said we smoke this dope
We throw away our lives now all we need is hope
Glad Im not on the streets and broke
Glad Im always supported by my folks
I could care less about their lives
Cuz all I do is toke
Thats not a reason to live
Thats not what I wrote
Im shoutin bang bang and even tupac woke
Im rappin every line like its my final note