Random Freestyles/Cyphers

Winna Winna Chicken Dinna

Ima turn a christian to a certified sinna

 

I prance around the house all fuckin day and night

When the police come I say "hey you wanna fight?!?!"

They ask me "son are you on the drug weed?"

No, but i downed a whole bottle labeled speed!

 

Sittin here

Drinkin my muthafuckin golden bear,

Gettin angry stares

 

Ima run a lyrical analysis

On this illogical fallacy

To see if people with callus's

Really do wanna act and be

Just like me

Cuz theyll all see

My peepee

On tv

Monica lewinski

Tee hee hee

 

I go out with a nickel and a dime,

Just like Royce da 5'9,

I never bust a rhyme outta time

 

I was never poor

But i was kidnapped when i was 4

By my own mother

You gotta piss poor flow

So ill invite you to my show

To show you just how much i know

 

 

 

Hmmm, now im at boarding school, what the fuck to do

Maybe write a rap album,

Yeah thatll do

 

Hey there gavin, my names Sam

Im your fuckin equal opposite

Just like burgers and spam

 

 

3005 gambino style

 

Wake up 3am doe

Wit a fuckin pencil

Dont know where to go tho

So i play nintendo

Eat sum fuckin cereal

Pick out dem cheerio

There are none left so

Get some more tommorow

People screamin yolo

While dey wearin polo

Actin like theyall like bros

Pickin up foty hoes

1 call the po po

Now they in trouble doe

Goin to prison foe

About 5 years oh

 

Yo, my parents used to argue their fucking brains out until my fucking eyes would spout, shut up bitch you dont know me, cutter, ill fucking cut your wrists for you until they bleed and you stutter

 

And here comes the next chapter, the one where i aspire to be the best rapper, but DONT, because im fucking white with no more black friends and no more Mercedes benz so i can honk the horn and watch my mother cringe while shes on that coke binge

 

Yo, so lets get back to the subject, the one where my parents are pieces of shit who dont know how to quit what their dealin wit so they fucking hit and HIT, It makes me so damn angry, do they hate me? Why the fuck do i have to go through wit this every week, my bodys gettin weak, im fuckin sore, im fuckin tired of always bein poor, im fuckin sick of having no door, im god damn tired of having to sleep on this piece of shit floor next to that cum filled hoar. There, thats it, you want more? Well tag along longer and ill bring you to my core

 

We rollin up in the 916, you gotta pick yo kicks befo i mix the mix and get my tricks out, for me to beat you wit, and then ill take yo rap and make it shit

 

Im strictly goin positive, ponies what im rockin wit

 

 

 

Easy-Bake oven was just a phase.

 

Back home days they call me the tie-dye shirt kid, well that, and faggot.