Rhyming Thread

[Rasta_Man]

Ok im bored so I decided to make this Rhyming Thread. What happens is that I will start out with a line or two of something that rhymes and the next person adds to it and then makes thier own lines. So here we go...

After sitting on your hand and masterbating use your head
Come up with clever shit and make this is the best thread

...Now someone rhymes off of thread and comes up with thier own lines...

[PhonePhrack]

im thinkin wit my head viewin this thread.... wonderin what is to be said.
on this thread ill be the best.... i gotta beat u like the rest.. everybody post or ill turn you into toast

[Rasta_Man]

I play mind games and leave you thinking so it manifests, This is so prolific that it will bust threw your head if not your chest, Im not the one to usually boast, but when I smoke its not a blaze its a roast, One hit and im getting the most, This is beyond the mind of a peon, because ive been at this for a eon, Im not trying to lie, all i want you to do is try...

[PhonePhrack]

well rasta you're goin to have to be tryin cuz im a flyin throu the clouds and you r jus a lyin on the shrouds.... this thread is to be said while im on a roll im gonna toke a bowl dont be a fool im speakin from the soul.... ima make it ma goal to be the best while i put you yo the test......... this isnt time to rest you have to protest

[Rasta_Man]

From how you talk i must confess, it sounds like you sit when you pee and wear a dress, but dont take it to heart, i herd you sound like a fag when you fart, but Its all right that your gapped like a sewer, because I bet it takes alot of guys rather than fewer,

[PhonePhrack]

i see your dis i see where you r comin from... the only thing i cant see is where you r cummin from? i also must confess i do wear a dress but ateast i dont carress to obsess to hold a gay guys dick when im layin sick from the pic! you s***l like you fell into a shell fulla rotten hell. so i need to see your reply so i can rely that ull come up wit summin fly

[SuperSkunk]

Im so high, higher than the sky. Im on a long road called life. It's sucking hardcore.

[PhonePhrack]

atleast youre not a whore wrapped within a whore..... you are not washed up on shore....... more like a core within a core.......... the core is a home full of the gnome....... lol

[SuperSkunk]

This place I call home is mad cold. The shivers and the shakes are getting to me quick bong hit and I'm warm as shit.

[Rasta_Man]

Let me think a bit, and maybe you can match my wit, but your an idiot and my balls are bigger than a midget, so If i was you I would just forget it, your hopeless just give up your dreams, Ill flip reality so the world isnt what it seams, then youll be lost, more than south growing moss, Im crazy ill burn a church and a cross, and laugh at the loss, set fire to your minds, and hopefully someone will come up with better lines,

[PhonePhrack]

hey rasta, hey rasta, hey rasta, it goes a little sumthin like theeiiisss: rasta man so high and mighty
Like a little whitey aphrodite
Acting as though he's God almighty, watch yaself im big and blue
don't mess with me
or here's what i do
ill chew a dictionary
and a thesaurus
then take you out
like a tyranasaurus, ooh ya herd that dis well ya take that like its a fist.

[PhonePhrack]

jus keepin it real like its a new wrld lyrica in about ta walk all over ya..... feelin like its a pussy battle dissin your mom like she's stock o cattle.... feelin the moves bumpin the grooves rollin a j ill stop ya game... guessin this a better line maybe they jus a feelin fine like a new rule im in to the skool ill make ya drool like a damn fool. u s***l like a motha fuckin pool a drool. maybe you should consult ya dictionary or go play some motha fuckin pictionary either way need ta fuckin straighten ya lines cuz ima rock ya vines.

what, what ,what?

[xplosive_cooker88]

pot, weed, marijuana its called by others....what i see is a friend a brother....from mother earth....extream gurth.....uncountably high....higher than the sky.....just a plant to the untrained eye....

[PhonePhrack]

hey rasta...
i hate the things u do...
you r the 1 and only cuntface...
with the 1 and only pussy...
you kno how to make things suck...
cunt cunt face you're more than bad.........


at rhyming!

[Rasta_Man]

I take nouns and verbs and make them into sentences and words, I take pages of paragaphs and and use them for my arts and crafts, I take language and change it to any shape, sound, and size, and with no suprize, I just made this dumb bastard realize, That my words paralize and demoralize, and with the cries of your eyes, I can now tie up all loose ties, Im leaving no one alive.

[KonaClump7005]

ill bust a rhyme for only a dime
maybe you should check the time its around nine
rasta man aint got the shine
to bust raps like mine
ill be chillen it the street with all i need
i look like a villin trollen with that weed
i think ya'll should check yo chest
i put bullet holes in that vest
i got to put the guest
in place with rhymes betta than the rest

[Rasta_Man]

KonaClump, that shit was worse than a unflushed dump, Im going to expose you as you really are; a chump, compared to me your not smaller than my wallet but that bigger lump, and just to let you know I got money like Donald Trump, Im the King so off with his head, KonaClump is dead, I put him to bed.

[Rasta_Man]

Hacker... your style is blander than a saltine cracker, and for the ball sack that you lack, Ill pay for you to get a new double d rack, It will perfectly complement your snatch, who you kidding? your not even a match, If you only knew, the people I screw, It might be possible that the blood that runs in me runs in you, because I remember a time, when fucking hippos wasnt a crime, so theres a good chance your mine.

[PhonePhrack]

hey rasta.... well here it goes.... i the 1 rollin it wit these hoes i dont fuck hippoes... well maybe lastnight by the way wad u say ur mom's name was?.... i run from the fuzz when im feelin tha buzz.... i need the weed cuz, im rollin a rappin a slappin... ill beat your wack ass.... now go back to your alien grab ass...... and ill shit ras....

[Rasta_Man]

look at this, you cant even come up with your own dis, so this battle i dismiss, and lets come up with something better than piss....

My drugs I miss, not hit or miss, just complete bliss, take some LSD, and this is what I see, amazingly, talking tress with huge flowers and bees, I now see the road, but my pupils are so big I think my head will explode.

[A Deo et Rege]

Star? Not I! Movie – it too has a star in or a cameo who wore mask – cast are livewires.

Soda-pop straws are sold, as part-encased a hot tin, I saw it in mad dog I met. Is dog rosy? Tie-dye booths in rocks.

All ewes lessen ill. I see sheep in Syria? He, not I, deep in Syria, has done. No one radio drew old one.

Many moths – I fondle his; no lemons are sold. Loot delis, yob, moths in a deli bundle his tin. Pins to net a ball I won – pins burst input. I loot to get a looter a spot paler. Arm a damsel – doom a dam. Not a base camera was in a frost, first on knees on top spot. Now a camera was a widened dam.

Ask: Cold, do we dye? No, hot – push tap, set on to hosepipe. Nuts in a pod liven.

A chasm regrets a motto of a fine veto of wars. Too bad – I all won. A sadist sent cadets – a war reign a hero derides. A bad loser, a seer, tossed a cradle – he begat to cosset – a minaret for Carole, Beryl, Nora. We’re not as poor to self.

I risk cold as main is tidal. As not one to delay burden, I don’t set it on “hot”. A foot made free pie race losses runnier. As draw won pull, eye won nose. Vile hero saw order it was in – even a moron saw it – no, witnessed it: Llama drops – ark riots. Evil P.M. in a sorer opus enacts all laws but worst arose. Grab a nosey llama – nil lesser good, same nicer omen.

In pins? No, it is open. If a top spins, dip in soot.

Madam, as I desire, dictates: Pull aside, damsels, I set a rag not for a state bastion. A test I won e.g. a contest I won.

Kidnap, in part, an idle hero. Megastars, red, rosy, tied no tie. Blast! A hero! We do risk a yeti’s opposition!




He too has a wee bagel still up to here held.

Demigods pack no mask, cap nor a bonnet, for at last a case is open – I left a tip – it wets. A dog wets too. Radios to help pay my tip, pull a tip.

Ale, zoo beer, frets yon animal. Can it? New sex arose but, we sots, not to panic – it’s ale – did I barrel? Did I lose diadem, rare carrot in a jar of mine? Droop as tops sag – unseen knots.

A cat ate straw as buck risk cud; evil foe, nil a red nag ate? Bah! Plan it – silage. Model foot in arboreta.

I, dark Satanist, set fire – voodoo – to slat. I design a metal as parrot, I deem it now. One vast sum is no ten in set – amen! Indeed, nine drag a yam, nine drag a tie. Dame nabs flower; can we help man? Woman is worse nob.

Mud level rose, so refill a rut. A nag of iron I made to trot I defied – I risk leg and its ulnae. Can a pen I felt to bid dollar or recite open a crate, open a cradle, his garret?

Sample hot Edam in a pan. I’m a rotten digger – often garden I plan, I agreed; All agreed? Aye, bore ensign; I’d a veto – I did lose us site. Wool to hem us? No, cotton. Site pen in acacias or petals a last angel bee frets in.

I met a gorilla (simian); a mate got top snug Noel fire-lit role. Manet, Pagnol, both girdle his reed bogs.

Flan I reviled, a vet nods to order it, Bob, and assign it. Totem users go help mates pull as eye meets eye. Son – mine – pots a free pie, yes? No. Left a tip? Order a dish to get. A ring is worn – it is gold. Log no Latin in a monsignor, wet or wise. Many a menu to note carrot.

Cat in a boot loots; As I live, do not tell! A bare pussy, as flat on fire, I know loots guns, fires a baton, nets a hero my ale drop made too lax.

If it is



to rain, a man is a sign; I wore macs, no ***ons rot. I use moths if rats relive, sir, or retire.

Vendor pays: I admire vendee, his pots net roe. Nine dames order an opal fan; I’ll ask cold log fire vendor to log igloo frost. Under Flat Six exist no devils.

Marxist nods to Lenin. To Lenin I say: “Mama is a deb, besides a bad dosser.”

Gen it up to get “ova” for “egg”. I recall a tarot code: yell at a dessert side-dish sale. Yes/nos a task cartel put correlate: E.S.P. rocks a man. I am a man, am no cad, I’m aware where it’s at!

Fire! Its an ogre-god to help, man, as I go. Do not swap; draw, pull a troll!

It’s not a cat I milk – calf, for a fee, sews a button - knit or tie damsel over us. Mined gold lode I fill until red nudes I met in a moor-top bar can. I sit, I fill a diary – trap nine men in ten-part net – oh, sir, I ask, cod nose? No, damp eel.

So, to get a name! I say, Al! I am Al! Last, I felt, to breed, deer begat.

To can I tie tissue – damp – or deliver Omani artist – a man of Islam.

In a den mad dogs lived on minis a signor who lived afore targets in at. As eremites pull, I, we, surf, fantasise, mend a bad eye. No hero met satyr; Tony, as I stressed, won’t, so cosset satyr.

A vet on isles made us sign it, a name. Foe man one sub.

Aside no dell I fret a wallaby; metal ferrets yodel, like so. On a wall I ate rye. Bored? No, was I rapt! One more calf? O.K., calf, one more, bossy! No! Lock cabin, rob yam, sip martini. Megastar was in a risk.

Cat? No, I’m a dog; I’m a sad loyal pet. A design I wore – kilts (a clan); if net drawn, I put it up. Royal spots snag – royal prevents rift.

Composer, good diet, are both super, God – label it a love of art, lustre. Video bored, no wise tale e.g. a mini tale – no sagas seen. Knack: cede no foes a canal.

Pay – as I sign I lie; clear sin it is; e.g. “Amadeus” sign I – lira for ecu, decimal – sin as liar.

Trad artistes pull a



doom, a drawer won’t.

Is it sold loot? No, I suffered loss. A man is god; Amen! I came nice Tahiti (sic).

It’s ale for a ban if for a fast – is role to help mash turnip? Use zoo? No - grasp order – use no zoos. Warts on time did sag.

No grade “X” “A” Level? Oh, “A”! I’d a “B” or a “C”. So – pot? No, we lop. Date? Take no date! Bah! Play L.P.

Miss (a lass, all right?) flew to space in NASA era. Rose no (zero) cadets ate raw. As a wise tart I fined rags red Lenin, we help pay bet – a risk – cash to Brian. I put a clam in a pool – a pool wets.

Mahdi puts a stop to harem – miss it in one vote, lost in one, veto of none. Post-op, no tonsil; I ate; no tastier, eh? We sleep at noon time so I dare not at one; no time stops as I time tides. A bed: under it, roll; in a mania, panic!

In a pond I did as Eros as Lee felt tenrec. “Ink” – list it under “I”. Termites put pen in a way. Democrats wonder, I too. To slay moths a dog did.

I saw elf; elf, far now, is a devilish taboo, rag-naked. I hid a bootleg disc. I, saboteur, toss it in. Oops! No legs! Laminated, a cask, conker in it, negates all if it is simple.

Hot pages are in a mag, nor will I peer, familiar tat, so lewd, native rot. Toner, ewe wore no trace; vagabond ewes do. Oh, Ada! Have pity! A pitiable eel – “Oh wet am I!” - to save, note: bite gill as I do.

Call a matador minor, eh? As I live, don’t! Is torero no rigid animal debaser if tipsy? Ale drew esteem in a matador. A bolero, monks I rate play or go dig rocks; a can I step on.

Go! Gas – it evades a bedsit – set a roost on fire. Boss sent a faded eclair to green imp or dog, I’d don a belt to boot it; if Ada hid a boot, panic.

I mock comic in a mask, comedian is a wit if for eventide. Vole no emu loved is not a ferret, so pet or witness a weasel if not. I hired less, am not so bossy, as yet amateur.

To stir evil, Edna can impugn a hotel: bad loos, hot on Elba: I may ***t. Tart solicits it rawer, gets it rare. Push crate open; I ram buses, use no trams.




Did I say, not to idiot nor a bare ferret, to trap rat, strap loops rat? Stewpot was on. Hot? I was red! Lessen it! Fine man on pot? No, pen inside by a bad law. So I made rips – nine delays.

Some Roman items in a.m. ordered “Is room for a ban?” “It is,” I voted: I sat pews in aisle. Beryl, no tiro to my burden, made off for a contest, I won kiss. I may raid fine dales. I raid lochs if I to help am.

Forecast for Clare v. Essex: If no rain, a man is ref. Fusspots net foxes.

Senor is a gnome, latinos’ bad eyesore. Help misses run to border, Casanova, now, or drab hotel.

Ma has a heron; I sleep, pet’s on nose, sir! Rev. I rag loved art live – fine poser. Ultra-plan: I feign, I lie: cedar to disperse – last one? No, last six. Ena*** bonnet for a dark car to toss a snail at. In it all, Eve lost; Seth’s a hero slain on a trap – Rise, Sir Ogre Tamer.

Upon Siamese box I draw design. I, knight able to help, missed an alp seen in Tangier of fine metal pots. Tin I mined rages – order nine, ***t ten. Tone radios; tones are not to concur. Ten-tone radar I bomb – best fire-lit so hostel side meets eerie mini red domicile. A gulf to get is not a rare tale; no time to nod.

Row on, evil yobs, tug, pull. If dogs drowse, fill a rut. An era’s drawers draw. Put in mid-field in a band I dig a tub deep. Staff on a remit did refill a minaret.

Sam’s a name held in a flat, or, sir, bedsit. I wonder, is it illicit ore? No ties? A bit under? Retarded? Is ‘owt amiss? I’m on pot; not so Cecil, a posh guy a hero met. A red date was not to last so Cecil sat.

Tip? An iota to pay, a dot; sad, I drop item. I’d ask, call, Odin, a Norseman’s god: “Pay payee we owe radio dosh o.n.o.” I to me? No, I to media.

Peril in golf – is ball a “fore”? K.O.!

Vexed I am re my raw desires. Alto has eye on nose but tone-muser pianist is level-eyed. I lost a tie. Blast! In uni no grades are musts. Avast! Never port! Sea may be rut.

Part on rose? - It’s a petal. Define metal:

[Rasta_Man]

Never mind, Im just going to say whats on my mind, Think about what it would be like to be blind, I think to loose all the distraction would be great, take the time and maybe youll learn to appreciate, just imagine a world with no illsions, you would be free from lies and confusions, people who come up to you and have fake sympathy, and right away you can tell who they really are; you can finally see, just think to have the ability to make your own world with truth, this is all because you dont have eyes diverting you away from all the proof.

[A Deo et Rege]

Tin is … (I gulp!) can!

I am a fine posse man, I pull a ton. Ron, a man I put on, I made suffer of evil emu’s sadism. Leo’s never a baron - a bad loss but evil – topple him, Leo’s lad. Assign a pen, can I? A pal is note decoding.

Is damp mule tail-less? No, ill; I breed for its tone. Radio speed, to grower, grew. Open a lot? No, stamp it; if for a free peso – not ecu -deign it. Times ago stone rates, e.g. at Scilly, display a wont.

No wish to get a design I, Sir Des, I’ve let? No bus sees Xmas fir. O.K. – cab – tart it up; tie lots – diamond, log or tinsel; first end errata edit. So “le vin (A.C.)”, Martini, Pils lager, one tonic.

I pegged a ball up to here when I got a top star role, Beryl. Gun is too big – won’t I menace? Yes? No?

Ill? A cold? Abet icecap’s nip. U.S.A. meets E.E.C. inside tacit sale – see! Beg a cotton tie, ma! No trial, so dodo traps exist. Arabs under-admire card label good hood stole.

In rage erupted Etna. Will a rotunda, bare villa, to tyro. Lack car? Non-U! Get a mini! My, my, Ella, more drums per gong; get a frog – nil less. Rod, never ever sneer. Got to?

I disperse last pair of devils (ah!) here today or else order cash to breed emus. Said I: “Are both superlative?” C.I.D. assign it lemon peel still. I wore halo of one bottle from a ref (football) – a tip; so hit last ego slap a mate got.

Late p.m. I saw gnu here (non-a.m.) or an idea got a dog to nod – I made felt to boot.

Fill in a lad? Nay, not all, Edna – lash to buoy. Did you biff one Venus? Not I! “Broth, girl!” ladies ordered – “No, with gin!” – a fine plate, maybe suet; no carton I made rots in it.

Med: a hill, Etna, clears in it. Ali, Emir, to slap in/slam in. All in all I made bad losers sign it – alibi. Set a lap for a level bat.

A bed, sir, eh? To put cat now? Drat! Such an idyll of a dog’s lair! That`s it, open it – a cage! Big nit sent rat! Some day (A.D.) send ewe. No, draw a pot now, do! Of wary rat in a six ton tub.



Edna, ask satyr: “Tel. a.m.?” No, tel. p.m.; Israeli tuner is damp. Use item: “Anna Regina”. No! Dye main room (“salle”) red!

Nice caps for a sea cadet in U.S.A. – Now I, space cadet, am it, sea vessel rep. Pin it on *****, help ***** fondle her fine hotpot. No! Meet; set up to net, avoid a lesion. Set acid arena: Bruno one, Reg nil. Like it to sign in? Even I am nine-toed! I vote votes.

Oh, can a nose-rut annoy? No, best is Dorset. I know, as liar, to snoop, malign. “I’ll order it to get a bedroom door,” began a miser I fed.

Am I to peer, fan? Is a door by metal? Ere sun-up, drowse, nod, lose magnet. Food? Buns? I’ll ask. Corn? I’ll ask. Corn – I snack. Cats snack (cold rat). Sum for a bag: nil. First, is remit “traps in net”? Yes, on a par. Coots yell over a dam I made. Bared nudist went a foot, I made roots. I tip a canon: “Row, sir, at same tide; man one: row tug.”

Sewer of denim axes a wide tail – a terror recipe to hero made manic. I, to resign? I ? Never!

“OFT I FELT ITS SENSUOUSNESS” – title fit for evening is erotic; I named a more hot epic – error retaliated – I was examined for ewe’s gut, wore no named item.

A star is worn on a cap, it is too red. Am I too fat? Newts I’d under a bed. Am I mad? Are volleys too crap? A nosey tennis part-timer sits rifling a bar of mustard.

Lock cans, stack cans in rocks, all in rocks, all I snub. Do often games, old ones, word-pun use; relate, my brood, as in a free pot I made fires, I manage brood. Moor debate got tired rolling, I lampoon, so trail saw on kites.

Rod sits, ebony on nature, so Nana chose to veto video. Ten in main evening is O.T.T. i.e. killing; Ere noon, urban eradicates noise, lad, I ovate not. Put esteem on top (to hen, if reheld).

No fair ample hair – am not I nipper-less? Eva estimated ace caps I won as united. A Caesar of space, Cinderella’s moor, Niamey Don (a Niger-an name), ties up mad sire, nut! I, Lear, simpleton male, try tasks “A” and “E”



but not “XI”. Sanitary raw food won top award one Wednesday – a demo.

Start nesting, I beg a cat. I? Nepotist? Ah, trials, God! A folly, Dinah, custard won’t act up; other is debatable. Velar: of palate; sibilating is “s”.

Resold: a bed, a mill, an ill animal – snip, also trim. Eilat in Israel can tell I had ‘em. Tin I stored (am I not raconteuse?) by a metal pen. If a night, I wondered, rose, I’d all right orbit on sun, even off.

I buoy, did you? Both Sal and Ella, Tony and Alan (“Ill if too bottle-fed, am I?”) do not. God! A toga! Ed in a Roman one, rehung! Was I, M.P. et al., to get a map? Also get salt? I, hospital lab to offer, am, or felt to be, no fool – a hero.

Will it sleep? No, ***ting is sad ice. Vital re-push to be raid, I assume. Deer, both sacred roes, Leroy (a doter, eh?) has lived for. I, apt sales rep’s idiot to greens, revere vendors selling or fat egg-nog reps.

Murder O’Malley, my mini mate – gun on rack. Calory total: liver, a bad nut or all I wanted (“et puree garnie”): lots. “Do, oh do, ogle bald racer,” I’m dared – N.U.S. bar at six.

Esparto, dodo’s lair to name it, not to cage bees, elasticated, is nice. Esteem, as up in space, cite bad local lions, eye can emit now. G.I. boots in ugly rebel or rat’s potato gin (eh?) were hot. Pull a bad egg – epic, I note, no regal slip in it. Ram can … (I’ve lost idea!)

Tarred nets, rifles, nitro, gold – no maid stole it. Put it, rat, back or if Sam (“X”) sees sub on televised rising, I sedate Goths. I won’t – no way.

Alps, idyllic stage set, are not so gas-emitting, I educe. To nose, peer, far off, I tip mats onto lane. Power grew or got deep so I dare not stir. Of deer, billions sell. I ate lump – mad sign, I do cede – tonsil a pain, acne pang is sad also. Elm I help pot, live – tub’s sold; a ban or a bar, even so, elms, I’d assume, live for. Effused am I not, up in a manor, not all up in a mess.

Open if a main A.C. plug is in it.



Late men I fed late – pasties or not. “Rapture” by a maestro prevents a vast sum erased.

Argon in units, albeit at solid eye level, sits in a … (I presume not) … tube, son. No eyes: a hot laser – is Ed wary?

Mermaid, ex- evoker of all A.B.s, I flog. Nil I repaid. Emotion! Emotion, oh so do I dare, woe!

Wee yap-yap dog’s name’s Ron. An idol lacks a dime tip, or did, as today a potato in a pitta slice costs a lot – tons. A wet adder ate more hay. Ugh! So, pal, ice cost on top? No, miss, I’m a two-sided rat, erred nut, I base it on erotic ill; It is I, red now; it is debris, rot.

Alf, an idle he-man as “master animal lifer” did time, ran off at speed, but a G.I. did nab an idle if dim nit. Upwards rewards are natural life’s words, God. Fill up guts, boy, live now or do not emit one later. A rat on site got flu.

Gaelic, I’m odd Erin, I’m Eire, esteemed islet. So hostile rifts ebb. Mob, I.R.A., dare not net R.U.C. – no cotton. Erase not, so I dare not nettle men in red rose garden – I’m in it.

Stop late men if foreign at nine. Esplanades, simple hotel, bath, gin – king is Edward IX; obese; Ma is no pure mater. Go! Rise, sir; part anon.

I also rehash tests – ‘O’ Level Latin, Italian. S.A.S., so, to track radar. Often nobleman exists alone – not sales reps – I do. Trade ceiling, i.e. final part, lures open if evil trade.

Volga River rises on no steppe. Elsinore has a hamlet – Oh, Bard, row on Avon!

A sacred robot nurses simple hero’s eye; dabs on it a lemon. Gas, iron, Essex often stops, suffers in a mania. Ron fixes several crofts, acer of maple. Hot, I fish; cold, I arise laden; if diary amiss, I know it set no car off. Foe-damned ruby motor, it only rebels.

Ian I swept aside to visit, in a bar of moorside red, Romanis met in a more mossy ale den. Inspired am I, Oswald. A bay bed is nine p on top. No name, niftiness- elder saw it. Oh no! Saw top wet star’s pool – part star, part otter. Refer a baron to idiot, Tony, as I did.

[A Deo et Rege]

Smart ones use submarine.

Poet, arch-super-artiste, grew artistic. I lost rattle; my amiable, not oh so old, able to hang up, mina, can deliver it, so true. “Ta, matey!” – says so Boston (Mass.) elder I hit.

On file S.A.E. was sent – I wrote poster re fat on side, volume one – loved it, never off it, I was in. Aide mocks a manic; I mock comic, I nap: too bad I had a fit, I too. Bottle ban odd, I go drop mine, ergo trial ceded a fatness, sober if not so, or a test is debased.

A vet is agog – no pet’s in a cask – corgi dog, royal pet, a risk no more.

Lob a rod at a man I meet. Sewer delays pit fires – a bedlam in a dig – iron ore rots it. No devil is a hero – Nimrod.

At a mall a cod is all I get. I bet on Eva, so Tim ate whole eel bait, I pay tip, Eva had a hood sewed. No B.A. gave car to Nero, we were not to rev it and we lost a trail; I’m a free pill, I wrong a man. I erase gap; to help miss it, I fill a set. A gent in ire knocks a cadet.

Animals’ gel on spoon – it is so true to basics – I’d gel; too bad I hide kangaroo baths – I lived as I won raffle, flew as I did go, dash, to my, also too tired now, star comedy: A wan, inept, upset I’m retired, nut; its ilk, nicer. Nettle feels a sore; sad, I did no panic in a pain, am an ill or tired, nude, based item; it is a spot.

Semitone, not a tone, radios emit; no, on tape; elsewhere it’s a tone.

Tail is not on; pots open on foot, even on it, so let oven (on, it is) simmer – a hotpot’s a stupid ham stew.

Loop a loop, animal – cat up in air.

Both sacks I rate by apple hewn in elder’s garden if it rates, I was aware – tasted a core.

Zones or areas, Annie, cap, so twelfth girl, lass, alas, simply (alpha beta) done, Kate. Tadpole won top Oscar, Obadiah, “O” Level axed.

Argon gas did emit no straw, so ozone sure drops argon, oozes up in Ruth’s ample hotel or sits afar off in a bar – of elastic, is it?

I hate cinema; cinema dogs in a mass. Older effusion to old – lost, is it now? Reward: a mood.



All upsets it.

Radar trails an Islamic educer of a riling issue, damages it in Israel. Ceiling is, I say, a plan, a case of one deck. Can knees sag as one Latin image elates, I wonder?

Oboe diverts ultra foe, volatile bald ogre – push to berate; I’d do, ogre. So, p.m., Oct. first, never play organ’s stops – lay or put it up in ward ten.

Final cast like rowing – I sedate play, old as am I, God! Am I! On tacks I ran; I saw rats. A Gemini tramp is May born.

I back colony’s sober omen of lack of lace. Rome, not Paris, a wonder.

Obey retail law – a noose killed oyster. Reflate my ball, a water-filled one. Disabuse no name of emanating issue.

Damsels, I note, vary tastes so cost now desserts. I say no! Try taste more honeyed. A bad nemesis at naff ruse will upset. I, mere Satanist, e.g. rater of a devil – (Oh wrong is a sin!) – I’m no devil’s god, damned.

Animals, if on a mat, sit. Rain, a more vile drop, made us site it in a cottage. Breed deer – bottle fits a llama.

I lay, as I emanate, go to sleep, mad ones on docks – air is hot. Entrap, net, nine men in party raid - all if it is in a crab-pot room, an itemised, under-lit, nullified old log den – I’m sure voles made it rot in knot.

Tubas we see far off lack limit. A cat on still or tall upward paws to no dog is an ample hot-dog, ergo nastier if tastier, eh? We, raw amid a conman, a mama in a mask, corpse et al., err.

Octuple tracks at a son’s eyelash side distressed a tall eye doctor, a tall ace, rigger of a vote: got put in egress; odd, abased, is ebbed, as I am, Amy, asinine lot! Nine lots! Don’t six rams live? Don’t six exist?

Alfred, nuts or fool gigolo, trod never if gold locks all in a flap on a red rose; made nine or ten stops.

I heed never, I’m Daisy, a prod never, I terrorise viler starfish. To me suitors, no lemons, came rowing. Is a sin a mania? Rot!



Sit! I fix a looted amp or delay more, hasten not. A baser if snug stool, wonkier, if not - Alf says - super, a ballet to no devil, is a stool too. Ban it, actor, race to no tune.

May names I wrote wrong (Is no man in it, a long old log?) sit in row, sign irate Goths; I dare drop it. At felon’s eye I peer, fast open – I’m nosey, esteem eyes. All upset, ample hogs resume totting. Is sad nabob tired? Roots don’t evade liver in Alf’s gob.

Deers I held right; oblong, apt ena*** or tile rifle on gun spot to get a man – aim is all. I rogate, minister. Feeble gnats, alas late, prosaic, a canine pet is not to consume hot.

Loo, wet, issues old idiot; evading, I sneer, obey a deer, gall a deer, gain alpine dragnet for egg I’d net to ram in a pan I made to help master. Rags I held, arcane poet, arcane poetic error, all odd; I bottle fine panacean lust. I’d nag elks I ride if editor toted a minor. I fog a natural life.

Roses, or level dumb ones – rows in a mown, ample, hewn acre. Wolfsbane made it a garden in May, a garden indeed.

Nine mates, nine tons I must save now on time – editor raps a late man. G.I.s edit also, too. Do over if tests in a task radiate. Rob ran; I, too, fled.

“Omega” – list in alphabet.

A gander, a line of live ducks, irk cubs. A wart, set at a cast on knee, snug as spots.

A poor denim for a janitor, racer, armed aide, solid idler – rabid; I’d elastic in a pot, tons to sew.

Tubes or axes went in a clam, in an oyster. Free booze – lap it all up. Pity, my apple hot, so I’d a root stew. God, a stew! Tip it at feline! Posies, a cat’s altar often, no baron packs. A monk caps dog – I meddle here – hot? Pull its leg! A bee was a hoot, eh?



No, it is opposite. Yaks I rode wore hats, albeit on deity’s orders. Rats age more held in a trap, nip and I know it – set no cage now.

It’s eta; no, it’s a beta – Tsar of Tonga rates isles. Mad Ed is all upset at cider, is Ed? Is a madam too? Snip? I’d snip, spot a fine position, snip nine more cinemas.

Do ogres sell in a mall? Yes, on a barge so rats row tubs.

Wall last canes up or Eros, an imp, lives to irk, rasp or dam all tides sent. I won’t – I was no Roman – even I saw tired row – a sore. He lives on. “No!” we yell.

Up, now! Wards are in nurses’ sole care. I, peer, fed, am too fat? Oh, not I, test no dined ruby ale; dote not on salad it’s in – I am sad.

Locks I rifle so troops atone re war. Only rebel or a crofter animates so cottage beheld arcades, so trees are sold, abased. I redo, rehang, I err – a wasted act; nests I’d – as an owl – laid. A boot’s raw foot, even if a foot to master, germs (ah!) can evil do.

Pan is tune-pipe – so hot notes, paths up to honeydew.

Odd locks, a maddened (I was aware) macaw on top, spot no seen knots, rifts or fan, I saw. Are maces a baton, madam? Oodles, madam? Rare laptops are too late – got too lit up.

Nits rub – snip now, I’ll abate, not snip, nits I held.

Nubile Danish tomboys I led to old loser as no ***ons I held; no fish to my name. Nod lower, do I dare? No, one nods a hairy snipe. (Edit: one hairy snipe, eh?) See silliness, else we’ll ask cornish to obey deity’s or god’s item. I, God, damn it! I was in it! To Hades, acne trap, sad loser! As warts pop, a dosser I – we – vile rat, sack! Same row, oh woe! Macaroni, rats, as a hoot, tie. I vomit on rats.

[Rasta_Man]

Hey, this thread is about rhyming...

[A Deo et Rege]

It is the same read backwards and forwards, it is a sort of rhyme scheme.

[KonaClump7005]

That Is Some Fucking Great Rhymes Rasta!

[eSiobhan]

Ryming away in this rhyming forum
Does nothing to appease my boredom.
I could sit here rhyming all day
But doing that would be gay.

So i shall leave
and be bored somewhere else
bored all alone. by myself.

[Rasta_Man]

ryhming all day would be gay? If you cant think of anything to say thats ok, just dont go out of your way, who are you trying to play? Im not going astray, im just pointing out a fact, for people who have a one mind track, Ill open possibilities for the imagination you lack, I start with chemicals that react and attract, and put your brain under attack, from the words ontop of words like stack apon stack, when I let loose my inner maniac, theres no way to hold me back, there should be a plack from all the people i put in the dirt with a sack, I see threw the illusion, and this is my own conclusion, that im hotter than nuclear fussion, while your brain is snoozin, im getting in your head like robbery intrusion...

[Rasta_Man]

dam im hot, can I possibly stop? I think not, I going off like a shotgun shot, take lyrical dump in your head and leave it to rot, I can make your thoughts tie up worse than knots, cause all I do is think of schemes and plots, Im making words change, to more derange, cause I got insane things in my brain that other people might find stange, theres no place to duck or cover, cause when I explode its like no other, ask your babies mothers, im fucking more people than Sally Struthers.

[Rasta_Man]

You cant touch me.

[eSiobhan]

no, its true, i cant.
but these rhymes make a nice little chant.
chanting these rhymes all day long
I wish I were rhyming in Hong kong.

Ryming is fun as you can see, more people should rhyme with me.
The more people that rhyme, the more fun it gets. Hell, I think that we should start making bets. Bets on who will make the best rhyme, and make it in the shortest amount of time.

[eSiobhan]

damn. I screwed up that last line, too bad I cant really rhyme.

[Rasta_Man]

First you said ryhming is gay, then you betray the word you say, and make the transition to the liking ryhming position, so this is my diciscion, this means you cant be trusted, your logic is busted, no sense in trying denying, you got caught lying, is there someone your spying for, or, is this something much more, but please remember this is all a metaphor, for gatherd knowledge and lore, all I know is that I got no credit like a whore, and people stay up never get down, cause if you been around town, you know how to never end up the clown, I hear the bell thats the end of the first round.

[Rasta_Man]

If i do commit sodomy, my dick is so big im giving you a lobotomy, if you want to see just try me, and step right up and and get a ticket, and Ill give you a chance to lick it, if not in your mouth then where will I stick it, this is a lryical miracle, when im threw with you im leaving you in a critical, state, to set it strait, Ill give you a back break, cause egos are at steak, while you standing in line I stand and take, I exposing all who are fate.

[Rasta_Man]

can anyone come up with anything better? never, Im too clever.

[superflysuperwhite]

rasta man is a pan

BITCH YOU GOT SERVED

[Rasta_Man]

OOOOOOOOOOOOO SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!! Its on now.

[A Deo et Rege]

what is life, but utter strife that is most often ended with a knife.

[A Deo et Rege]

Rasta man is a pasta pan? :p

[Rasta_Man]

Why do the good die young? We need these people among the high strung, the young have revolutionary intensions, but this is when the old come up with their inventions, they handed everyone the gun and knife, in the attempt to square the circle of life...

[Rasta_Man]

A Deo et Rege, I dont even know how to pronounce your name, so I cant ryhme your name.

[A Deo et Rege]

superflysuperwhite superhigh and supertight, or superguy of superflight, or super-eye with supersight, just supertry to superfight. :D

[A Deo et Rege]

Yay unrhymable name, Latin 1 - Rasta 0 :p

[Rasta_Man]

its not unrhymable, i just need to know the proper way to pronounce it.

[A Deo et Rege]

A....as in h"ay"....Deo as in "Dee-oh"....et as in "et" tu brute...rege as in "rege" music.

[Rasta_Man]

rege? do you mean reggae?

[A Deo et Rege]

they are pronounced ruffly the same.

[Rasta_Man]

A Deo et Rege is latin for no way to get any more gay... does this ryhme so far?

[A Deo et Rege]

Translated it is actually--From God and the King, but nice try. Ascendo tuum :D jk

[Rasta_Man]

so does it ryhme or not?

[A Deo et Rege]

The ending sound of the last word is rhymed, but the rest of the phrase is left untouched.

[Rasta_Man]

so thats a yes?

[A Deo et Rege]

Like time previously stated, the rhyme is grieviously rated.

[A Deo et Rege]

The work you started was more solid, it just wasn't up to par with your work so far.

[Rasta_Man]

lol, but here goes...

A Deo et Rage, god and king I slay, with little dismay, like childs play, Im the the hunter your the prey, just wanted to get that out of the way, This is like Goliath and David's stone, but with a microphone, but your not like Goliath cause I wouldnt need a single stone thrown, is your mind blown? I toppled the king and replaced the thrown, let it be known, that I rose and shown

[A Deo et Rege]

Fear the reaper for he knows your name, the pawn you are in his little game, every move you make he does control, for he's the keeper of your soul. >.......How was that?

[Rasta_Man]

yah thats good, if your retarded and misunderstood, Im just joking, that was smoking

[Rasta_Man]

jamb on the sidelines looking in, woundering if he has it within

[A Deo et Rege]

Better than before, left me wanting more, like a paddle or an ore, we have pushed so far from shore, the thread that you began, to try and make a stand, has drawn so little fan, you have proven you can rhyme no matter what the given time, mine was from thine rhyme a king that met his time.

[A Deo et Rege]

Is it bad, is it good, tis it not understood.

[Rasta_Man]

If you cant open your mind, and think of anything to ryhme, thats fine, just dont waste my time, ryhming isnt even hard, even a retard can ryhme card and lard, everyone should be able to ryhme on the spot, it takes no thought, just remember the things you been tought, you ever take a improve acting class? we played the ryhming game up the ass, but I wasnt as good in the past, I just learned how not to come in last.

[SuperSkunk]

The days screech past. I'm aghast by all this stupid shit I have to put up. The fucked up screw ups grown up to blow up. It's all the rage to fuck with their brains at the price of their sanity.

[Rasta_Man]

Smokin weed, drinkin beerz, drinkin beerz beerz beerz, who roll tha blunts, we roll tha blunts, smokin blunts an rollin fatties...

[eSiobhan]

I am full, so full of fear. I seem to have lost my beer. today when I was driving I became so filled with fear. SO filled with fear that I forgot to steer. I hit a pedestrian, the fell on the ground, all the popo's could do was frown. They frowned upon my crumpled car, and asked if I had been at the bar. I told them yes, why yes, I was, but I honestly wasn't driving with a buzz. So now I am sitting so frettfully in jail, the clock on teh wall moves no faster than a snail. No one has come to bail me out, it makes me want to fucking shout. Come and get me out of jail, please come and pay the bail.

[PhonePhrack]

Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go

[A Deo et Rege]

Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss
But I only slept with you because I was pissed.

[A Deo et Rege]

I thought that I could love no other
Until, that is, I met your mother.

[A Deo et Rege]

Of loving beauty you float with grace
If only you could hide your face.

[PhonePhrack]

Go Deo Go Deo Go Deo Go Deo Go Deo Go Deo Go Deo Go Deo Go Deo Go Deo Go Deo Go Deo Go Deo Go Deo Go Deo Go Deo Go Deo Go Deo

[eSiobhan]

hacker, why dont you contribute to this thread? I know you have rhymes stored in your head. Everyone's rhyming is entertaining you, why do you try to entertain us too?

[eSiobhan]

Make up rhyme, short and sweet, but it better be amusing and entertain me!

[A Deo et Rege]

Kind, intelligent, loving and hot
This describes everything you are not.

[A Deo et Rege]

I want to feel your sweet embrace
But don’t take that paper bag off your face.

[Rasta_Man]

Its hard to strear, when drinking alot of beer, so if you want to keep alive, when you drink and drive, so listen to my tips I got 5...

1; when the cops pull you over grab your gun and run
2; with the cops you dont know what to do, act like a jew
3; when you hit a tree, tell the cops "It jumped right out in front of me"
4; If your drunk and the people you hit were black and poor, the cops wont bother you any more
5; If you do drink and drive, hit everyone leave no pedestrians alive

[A Deo et Rege]

I love your smile, your face and your eyes
Damn, I’m good at telling lies!

[Rasta_Man]

You ugly now, but Im drinking
your looking beautiful now, earlier what was I thinkning?

[A Deo et Rege]

My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife,
Marrying you screwed up my life.

[A Deo et Rege]

I see your face when I am dreaming
That’s why I always wake up screaming.

[eSiobhan]

Oh my God, its only ten-fifty-seven? I thought it was three hours past eleven! Well, it turns out I was wrong, maybey I should go play ping-pong. Ping-pong is such a *****g sport, it is not fun, especially when you get hurt, When you get hurt lunging for the ball, making you wish that you were tall. Tall enough to reach the ball with ease, not having to take such a ridiculous flying leap.

[A Deo et Rege]

My love, you take my breath away
What have you stepped in to s***l this way?

[Rasta_Man]

I know prostitution is against the law, It should also be illegal fucking them raw, cause I now have a discharge that look like colslaw

[A Deo et Rege]

So your daughter's a hooker, and it spoiled your day.
Look at the bright side, it's really good pay.

[A Deo et Rege]

Heard your wife left you,
How upset you must be.
But don't fret about it...
She moved in with me.

[PhonePhrack]

Damn deo you rhyme lyke your for real.......
my rhyme is better.

you look for rhymes and im on time...
im a rockin your a rappin oops ive cought u crappin.....
lol jk..... brainfart is the mainfart.... ill be in the house tomorrow when i can think like im in mink..... DAMN

[A Deo et Rege]

Little miss muffet, sat on her tuffett, eating her curds in way, along came a spider, sat down beside her and said, "whats in the bowl bitch?"

[A Deo et Rege]

Sticks and stones may brake my bones but whipes and chains excite me
Throw me down and tie me up and show me that you like me!!!

[A Deo et Rege]

There once was a woman from Eeling,
Who had a peculiar feeling.
She layed on her back,
And opened her crack
And pissed all over the ceiling!

[A Deo et Rege]

There was a young lady from Leeds
Who swallowed a packet of seeds
Within half an hour
Her cunt was a flower
And her arse was a garden of weeds

[PhonePhrack]

There once was a girl from peru
Who fingered herself till she was blue
She woke with a fright
from a bump in the night
And found her dream had came true........


IM BACk like a hack with a yak im rollin with a mollin' and im growin with a showin......

[A Deo et Rege]

There once was a man from Gosham
who took out his balls to wash 'em
His wife said "Jack,if you don't put them back"
"I'll stand on the bastards and squash 'em"

[A Deo et Rege]

The Penis Poem

My nookie days are over
My pilot light is out
What used to be my sex appeal
Is now my water spout

Time was when, on its own accord
From my trousers it would spring
But now I've got a full-time job
To find the blasted thing

It used to be embarrassing
The way it would behave
For every single morning
It would stand and watch me shave

Now as old age approaches
It sure gives me the blues
To see it hang its little head
And watch me tie my shoes

[A Deo et Rege]

There once was a man from Madrass,
Whose balls were made of brass,
In stormy weather they'd clank together
and sparks would fly out his ass!

[PhonePhrack]

The sad life of a penis

his neighbor is a asshole
his best friend is a pussy
his brothers are nuts
and his owner beats him

[A Deo et Rege]

The sky was dark
The moon was high
All alone just she and I
Her hair was soft
Her eyes were blue
I knew just what
She wanted to do
Her skin so soft
Her legs so fine
I ran my fingers
Down her spine
I didn't know how
But I tried my best
I started by placing
My hands on her breast
I remember my fear
My fast beating heart
But slowly she spread
Her legs apart
And when I did it
I felt no shame
All at once
The white stuff came
At last it's finished
It's all over now
My first time ever
At milking a cow...

[A Deo et Rege]

Poem for women

He didn't like the casserole,
And he didn't like my cake.
My biscuits were too hard...
Not like his mother used to make.

I didn't perk the coffee right,
He didn't like the stew,
I didn't mend his socks
The way his mother used to do.

I pondered for an answer,
I was looking for a clue;
Then I turned around and smacked him...
Like his Mother used to do.

[A Deo et Rege]

Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.

But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl’s empty and so is your head.

[Rasta_Man]

After a hard day at work
I want to wash of the dirt
Why is the door open? this aint my shirt?
There are cloths on the ground
I cant see anyone around
That bitch better not be messing around
I need to search my home
Well first I need to cut the phone
To make sure we are all alone
I think I can hear something
That Whore! I dont need this ring
That bitch even made me sing
My best friend is my 12 gauge
It lets me release my rage
But now Im locked in a cage

[SuperSkunk]

It might be just my rage or my vain mind.
We were supposed do tie our rhymes.
From last word to last word of each others rhyme.

[Rasta_Man]

Life is just a game, everything is the same, just waiting to be slain, Its hard to maintain, when everyone only looks for monetary gain, I cant get it out of my brain, I think of the shame, We need to break the chain, Are people fucking insane? worshiping false subliminal fame, whos to blame? can anyone give me a name? Its hard to sustain, when every day its rain, everywhere is pain, life is just a drain, peoples hard work always ends in vain, Is anyone sane?, look into your spiritual plain, be the wheat that goes against the grain,

[Rasta_Man]

We are all in the dark, but that can change with just one spark, Everyone is labeled as a statistic and put on a chart, but go off the page and make your mark, what is everyone so afraid of? is it the absense from above? No, I think its as simple love, let your thoughts free like a dove, give your mind a shove, cause its cold outside and you only have on one glove, people are to greedy, dont even think about the needy, they say peace one second and the next backstab on their treaty, War? whats it for? its so the rich can kill off the poor, then the rich make us clean our brothers off the floor, I cant take it anymore, so much death and gore, fuck a river of blood theres blood on the ocean shore, its rattled the very core, just open the door and you can see the horror.

[Rasta_Man]

I think I over done it, I won it

[superflysuperwhite]

nah not at all

SEX CAN WAIT MASTERBATE!

[SuperSkunk]

I do not want green eggs and ham.
I do not want them sam I am.

1 fish 2 fish
Gay fish straight fish

[Rasta_Man]

This thread will survive, and I will keep it alive, hacker cant think of anything profound, so instead he tries to shut this down,

[Rasta_Man]

Fuck with me and the repercussion, will be destruction and a concussion, cause I’m bum rushin with every discussion.

[Rasta_Man]

words that you cant rhyme: Orange and Month

[Rasta_Man]

I’m about to start some tension, cause I’m Great and none of you are worth any mention, when I release my aggression, I hurting you worse than The Great Depression, No I’m fucking you worse than what your priest does to you during Confession, if you really want to cry go look at your reflection, I have no affection, my body resisted the injection, cause everyone was sharing needles and I didn’t want an infection, I went in the opposite direction, cause I like hurting people, and proving I have no equel

[Rasta_Man]

That bat and the cat
The cat was fat
The bat was named Mat....

[Rasta_Man]

Since birth, I felt the weight of the earth, but now I learned some new things and tripled my worth, and Im comin back, with a new plan of attack, to blow you off the map quicker than Iraq,

[r3v sparta]

im gonna rape you in the night, if you run ill blast you outta sight. when im done, ill make sure that I fucking skeet in yo shirt. And after that ill go to yo mamma, and fuck her once to start more drama.

[Rasta_Man]

While your serial raping, im serial dating, and contemplating, how to finish mating, and thats understating, my sex while girls are quick to fading, and I end up masterbating, because they cant make me cum and still they are hating,

[KonaClump7005]

Rasta you win.. you got some pretty dope ass ryhmes

[Rasta_Man]

Im a sexual, intellectual, breaking all the rules, imposed by fools to make everyone tools, a metaphorical vulture, killing off culture, so im battle prone, knocking people out like Sylvester Stallone, and I dont mind being alone, cause Im a lone ranger, but never the stranger, who sees nothing but danger, Im at the edge of existence, and there are still things in the distance.

[Rasta_Man]

I can take down rows of average joes with blows to the nose, people are cons and im hanging with the pros, killing off my foes, and it shows, if you try to step on my toes, plan to be in a coffin with a rose.

[lunchbox]

ill puke eat it and freak you battle im too weeded to speak to the only key i see to defeat you is to force feed with ammonia and take my adidas off and beat you, im not trying to kill you, im a fuckin cannibal im tryin to chop you up into pieces and eat you. chop you up wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass strap you to a blood soaken matress, coke and acid, ill tilt this world on a new axis, then ill to your open casket fill it with explosive gases throw a lit match in it, sit and hope it catches, flow you to fragments make your ass form to ashes

[lunchbox]

ill puke eat it and freak you battle im too weeded to speak to the only key i see to defeat you is to force feed with ammonia and take my adidas off and beat you, im not trying to kill you, im a fuckin cannibal im tryin to chop you up into pieces and eat you. chop you up wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass strap you to a blood soaken matress, coke and acid, ill tilt this world on a new axis, then ill to your open casket fill it with explosive gases throw a lit match in it, sit and hope it catches, flow you to fragments make your ass form to ashes

[A Deo et Rege]

It takes an intelligent man to make a stand, but an innocent child to understand, the truth we seek is at hand, will you be the one to make the stand, or be the one who understands, the fate of the world is in your hands, will you keep it, or set it free, to share with friends from sea to sea, for it is our destiny, to unite all the world in harmony, or destroy it in tragedy.

[Rasta_Man]

What can I say about oxyG? well his I.Q is approximately, 3 divided by 3, so you plainly can see, the shit he said about me, came from someone whos retarded mentally,

[Rasta_Man]

urfinger, your next I dont want to linger, next time I see your mom im gunna finger her, till I hear her purr, I dont want to make this obscure, I will put it is more detail, Im gunna put it in her like mail, like cash in retail, like what would happen to you if you went to jail,

[Rasta_Man]

Im leaving girls shell shock, and they call me Fred Flintstone because I make the Bedrock, and Im stuck in a rut, as a nut, trying to bust a nut, in a big ass butt, people call me a freak, cause I just like to speak, whats on the street, and what I heard at the swap meet, So I give you a trick and a treat, this is a lryical feat, saying whats on my head, even though it might be dead, I just pop myself full of lead, and eat nothing but water and bread.

[superflysuperwhite]

"and Im stuck in a rut, as a nut, trying to bust a nut"

it would be better if you got rid of "as a nut"

[Rasta_Man]

I just wrote what I thought, I dont care if its hot or not

[Rasta_Man]

Even though you got sorrow, theres no happiness to borrow, and only more will come tomorrow, so learn how to survive, even if you dont know where to drive, just try to keep alive, everyone is working toward the end, you die with out family or friend, so be wary about the time you spend,

[JoeyxViolence]

It don't mean shit in the end, the life you lead live as you, not a trend, consumed by thoughts of what people think, don't be another carbon copy. take a moment and blink,think, live life as you do, don't back down and let anybody's life destroy you, annoy you, irritate, demostrate mental will , live your life not at the bottom but at the top of the hill, struggle i know there is, but don't worry soon you'll have bitches drinkin your piss, takin your thizz, fryin your brain, blinded by what may seem insane, but stop and observe, light the herb and continue....

[JoeyxViolence]

but you know what the fuck I think is just pathetic and gay
when niggaz speculate what the fuck 'Pac would say
you don't know shit, about a dead mans perspective
and talking shit will get your neckbone disconnected
disrespected niggaz don't show no love
why you trying to be hardcore, you fucking homo-thug
and don't be sensitive and angry at the shit that I wrote
cuz if you can take a fucking dick, you can take a joke

[Rasta_Man]

Raising my fist in all the mist, The truth I cant resist, If you exist, how can you not be pissed? With all the lies and hate, Its hard to appreciate, a peaceful mind state, you cant even concentrate, with enemies at the gate, So I just sit back and pick my battles, and every time I speak the earth rattles

[CHEETZzz]

Here's my 35th post; as of now thats the most
that i've said in these threads,
Raise your glass, make a toast.

[trogdor6666]

I like to boast. Bitch tits. bong hits, jew fuck, you suck.