Random Freestyle 1
• Written by Tongue-Tied
Tongue-Tied's Notes
(THIS IS NOT MY BEAT![I'm Back by Eminem] these are my lyrics though)This one's not really meant to have a common theme I've actually been adding on to this one for the last few weeks whenever I get the knack to. I basically use this as my practice skit, try some new rhymes and metaphors.
I knew since I was young I was put here to be a nuisance.
More screwy than the Three Stooges.
Don't compare me, I'm more ruthless, leaving you and your family hung from your roof with nooses, right after I fucked you and your wife's cabooses(Butt), right in front of your mutt, Rufus.
Left you toothless, battered, bloody with bruises, while more screws in my head tends to loosen, I don't keep no loose ends.
Lyrically murdered, a new definition of facing the music.
I'm not spitting these bars, I'm pukin. Spewin, venomous ooze in every direction, making mutants.
Infecting the listeners and viewers with my, 2 cents. Making Miniature "ME's", too many, don't fight it, it's useless.
Pencil with a broken tip,I solemnly swear I'll wear it if the shoe fits.
Flying over you like hurdles, like past drama, already been through it.
Learn from mistakes, only hang around people in which I'm congruent.
Understand that some people breathe to see you in ruin.
Can't wait to feed you that poison stew they've been brewin.
Misusing my kindness for weakness, now you got me stewing.
Lie to me till you blue in your face,your truth laced. You a rigged coin toss, you two-faced.
These blunt steel bars hit you in the face like a mase and erase all there is to be disgraced.
Let's cut to the chase, I be a bonafide nut case.
Prone to bone a slut, she wanna bake. Whipped up a fresh batch of baby batter and glazed her cake.
Don't speak to me with your chest if it's fake.
That's a quick way to get raped and your head left of a steak, then I'll go home to masturbate to anime porn, that shit sets me off like that Florida cop and the acorn.
Man in uniform with thoughts ununiformed.
Smoke to make my brain foggy then I brainstorm, make it smoggy projecting sloppy waveforms.
But(butt) fuck a mental reform id rather puff the reefer under the bleachers, preach slurs, till I grow up like each does, but till then suck my balls like a leach cuz I don't give no free buzz, I still ask for cash grass or ass while driving in a Prius right after hitting the neighborhood paraplegic.
Scatter brain, bitch you better believe it. Must write bars as the come or forever grieve it.
Did this over a period of time, hoping others see and perceive it,no rest till you acknowledge my prowess and I achieve it.
What's "it"?, let me explain. The relief of stress and pain nesting in my brain.
Over instrumentals I tend to express, call it thought freight train.
I assume this crazy zany man I remain.
I would refrain from speaking my name in vain, making an ass out of U and me and end up with an IV permanently in your veins.
I would say I'm capable of change but I just jacked a homeless man for his change and walking cane made of polyurethane.
Ain't nothing but a thang. I shall remain strange, loopy and deranged.
I love it when you freaks look at me like I'm insane. It's that reputation I must maintain.
You take me to serious, I'm just another Mark Twain. My humor is just darker, My pleasure is your pain.
I guess I'm just lame and mean. A Big eenie meany miny moe, catch a faggot by it's toe.
Offend the masses and then get canceled. No one these days can take a joke.
Everybody claim they woke. Bask in the chaos that I provoked merely off of an impulse.
The feeling is unforgettable, ingesting dozens of incredible edibles, medical vegetables from festivals, on top of a few other chemicals, indulging in thy rhymes like a fine wine, flow impeccable.
You bitches can lick my genitals.
So dull, I'm lulled, single and double syllables barely acceptable, quintuple is unforgettable, consequently how I ended up in your honey's gastrointestinal.
Professional animal breed'a, turned your wife to a "Lion Ass Cheetah".
Let my wife join in, black casting couch feature(a). Roleplayed as a choir girl, nun, and preacha'. Student, principle and teacha' .
Let it sink in, eureka. I speak my mind, couldn't hold my water(a) in a beaka'.
The weak are too blind to comprehend the art of the speaka'. By the way, did you know your wife's a leaker?(Haha)
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Tongue-Tied
Member since July 17 2024