Some R@ps (FEEDBACK PLEASE :D)

This war of mine, grinding to make, a single paper shine

Taking time, rhyming by eight, to see a killer line

Like an unsealed box laying on the ground,

like An unseen rock left by the pound

 

Stressed by the crown, but blessed by the sound

Bound to be down, towns dull as a class

laughin like a goblin, the reason I'm alone

Is that these clown listen to bad tracks thats not even a song

 

And I will come like Al-Capone, get outta way I claim the throne

Youre an innocent man standing in my zone, I stain your throat

And I'm gloating over your death, definitely endlessly

Travesty the industry see courtesy wont arrest me

 

Im bad as three guy mad at me

and I'm high like Shiva was in the street

Your sweet dreams be full money it seems

My theme streams a whole new murdering scene

 

A real MC, USMC be really left for dead

Lead in bread affects my head, I got a thread it's kill the prez

Mister Harper, I be smarter quit the laughter

So is the public, skip the topic, I fucked ur daughter

 

I got metal in my semen and her hymen then deceased

I sneezed, its the season to receive a seat for heaven

Sealing six perceptions, sixth for sentence presenter

Percentage be hundred, when i present the sample