Zombehman

There be nothin in my way, chill em all I gots to step up beat ya'll like schoolyard tetherball I was once young my eyes were closed shut now I am full grown they be wide open seein yo girl jabba tha hutt shoot first like Han solo, swing last like a boxer in the arena of words my arsenal like the knowledge of a doctor I pop no pills, sip on no syrup, my lyrics liquid enough ya step to this and our brawl will get mafuckin rough I let my words flow hard and fast, baste ya'll like a roast before these raps turned into comments and posts what tha fuck happened I thought this was a contest now its like youtube with people screamin fake and gay, your raps be processed no originality, what we need now is an injection of talent since no one else can do it I will become this lyrical gallant seriously we need to bring this back, playtime is over now write some real rap and step to this at your disclosure

Pony you showed up late expect nuthin but hate your rhymes are cheap and I'll leave you in a heap don't go near my waters mutha licka, I'll show you old gregg he will hold ya down and force his way in ya and make ya beg bitch only one verse? next time bring more than yo purse I will choke you with your entrails pull off yo nails and tear open ya back with a cat-o-nine-tails now ya st-st-stutterin makin ya stomach fl-fl-flutterin, now ya trip and fall so-so-sobbin I put a tag on ya toe, shoot you like a doe, throw ya body into a pit down below so fuck off and let us rap because the shit you spit makes people wanna nap

Death you rap with no sense, in fact it just sounds dense bitch I know you ain't my dad, since I slit his throat might I add and he lay there bleedin lookin sad I string ya up in my shed, chainsaw roars and you know ya dead chop you into bits and toss ya in the swamp, and with a splash the crocs go chomp You can try an eat me but I guarantee you will choke like when you spit on the mic it's like hearing a bad joke all I see is a fucking piece of shit now fuck off cuz as an MC you be unfit

Thorn you say you are a master but all you seem to spit is disaster your rhymes fall short, and flat like I just cracked em wit a baseball bat I growl and seethe with anger now you be in danger I appear in the dark of night you hide under the covers like a kid in fright now you in my shed all tied up cut and gut you so much that yo blood drains into a cup I drop your body like its a hobby into a ditch fill it up and pack the soil, now you look like a bitch Dash why do you still spit I swear I will end you like a holy writ Crucifixion bitch leave you up like a scarecrow compose your demise like I am the maestro you keep talkin bout a skirt and purse bitch I will put you in a hearse don't fuck around I spit straight fire you living with your mom and your girl is just a blow dryer you can dispose of my body but don't doubt I will rise come back from the dead and become your demise so stop acting like an MC or I will put you in the hospital as an amputee

Dash all you do is attack their is no method to your means you are as irritating as a fucking broken machine all you do is bitch and spit hate but fuck this imma retaliate I will knock you back on your ass put my chrome in your mouth and let it blast I break into your home, kidnap you out tha bed I leave you tied up in the desert just wishin you were fed but ya had to go suck off some dude for his ryhmes cuz I know that those weren't yours, I bet he paid you in dimes man back the fuck up and calm down you don't see what you started, now you are gonna drown in this verbal torrent that I unleash, I am a beast, making you chow on her yeast you sound like you got molested by a pervy old priest you such a sad little boy fuck did I jsut break yo toy? fuck it and fuck yo flow I will dominate you yo don't fuck around I will leave you in a ditch so lie low and try and evade this attack, try not to come back, fucking stay there and don't get up otherwise I will crack your skull beyond repair.

Dash the only thing I get hurt by is your abuse of the english language your raps fall apart and flat like you have severe brain damage my trigger finger itches every time I see you post a verse all you ever try and do is insult to be honest I find it perverse tha fuck you think I parade in pink fo, I ain't no drag queen In fact I dress all in black my arms covered by ink as I cover you in gasoline I light a match toss it your way and up you go in flame your body so mutilated that your family won't even lay claim a battleship? more like a rubber duck mostly because its obvious that you fucking suck

Dash you try to rap big talkin bout his wife and daughters but all thats gonna happen is a full scale slaughter you say my lyrics are dead and that I am a faggot at least I don't have to resort to twelve year old insults you maggot I stand there above while you sleep plunging this knife so deep I slash, open up a gash, make you bleed and plead for you life, I straight gut you like a sheep you try to be offensive but you just seem unintelligent and your rap just seems irrelevant I will help you understand your mistake with the click of a hammer that blows your mind out into a lake

Dash has to steal because there is no appeal his flow sounds like a Justin Bieber squeal he acts like a bitch tryin to throw bolts of thunder but it sounds more like a lyrical blunder fuck I don't even know why he tries his raps are like shit covered in flies he tries to defend himself, but he got proven wrong now he is gonna spend the rest of his time gettin pounded by king kong

Richy I respect you your flow is legit so why don't we focus down Dash a lil bit but seriously this kid Dash tries to be a lyricist his shit ain't serious and he seems mildly delirious he tried to step up and why he got smacked down ain't mysterious fuck that broken flow, he stutters, stumbles and falls he seems like a dipshit runnin into lyrical walls I gotta wonder who or what he is tryin to be cuz after I am done his lyrics will look like goatse

Richy you say I am new school and you are old but all I see is a bitch crying about how he got told your rhymes are retarded and talk about fruit and gay anal I don't wanna hear your fantasies since I am handicapable you sit there with drool on your shirt your mom tryin to make make money on the corner wearin a short skirt man you tell me you I spit the same old shit but if you don't watch out your throat'll get slit threaten to bust my jaw again and see I will make sure they never find the body and I will walk away free

My rap is like gold I get bitches until I am old like hugh hefner I roll audi, ice, bling, my soul as dark as coal I sold my soul to the devil consumerism I know a midnight revel we all want what we can't have and can't afford but bitches go spending my money of their own accord so I have to dig a couple holes in the backyard fill the hole, pack the dirt, the deed is done bones buried once charred Bring the beat drop the beat, spin that shit back I work hard play hard and stomp like shaq I spit so hard that fucking bitches think twice when you step up to me it's like rollin dice the odds were never in your favor you lost and the house is collecting and you begin to waver cold sweat breaks out over your skin like a crack addict its up to your head the steel and the trigger just clicked

Roarbee this is all for you, I don't believe I heard right that maybe you want to start a fight you cannot win, or even escape all you can do is watch with yo mouth agape I will peel your fucking face off bitch don't skoff I will chain you up in a shed stab, shank and burn you until you lay dead I drop your body down the sewer where it's meant to stay covered in shit and left to decay DeathTheKid I am a silly hoe? I think you are confusing me with that slut you call a girl yo your rap is trash and your words seem to stutter you go down on so many dudes you look like you chug butter I never go meep, I walk quiet and silent I am the bump in the night, the thing that gets violent blood stains the walls, tape across the door police looking at your body saying, wait isn't there more?

Yo Death, I will gut you an cut cut you slice an dice, carve you up reeaaall nice cook you up like a thanksgiving feast don't you know I am a lyrical beast? I'll make yo momma cry closed casket funeral now you up in tha sky bit(h please to lame to read? your flow was so broken it sounds like ya'll got a mouth full o' seed

Fu(k you an Fu(k this Fu(k all this Fu(kin sh(it) man I don't need this yall are gonna be pissed as soon as this beat starts to flow bit(hes won't even fu(kin know I hold you down drowin you making sure you dead foo cuz I can't tolerate ya'all mafuckas hate I digress that this sh(it) ain't worth takin the bait I roll by an laugh at you, the way you dress cuz you wearin makeup and lookin depressed poppin pillls, looking real ill you like a single mom slippin change from tha till I live large big and fast you get your meals out tha trash bit(h I thought I told you to get out my face now your makeup is runnin and you live in disgrace fu(king christ on tha cross I fu(king own the world like a bawss I can't even see anything in front a me I am blind and deaf so I await the key to unlock my mind, that innah power so yo bit(h get down from yo tower spin me stories made from gold diamonds, cash, cars, and blow I am told I don't want just a bit I want it all so I cannot fold it's the last hand and I am all in I know where I am and what I be is a sin but I can't throw it all away now cuz when I swore a vow to keep what I got an take everything else no sense in the rich keepin it all fo themself I steal, pillage, conquer, and kill like a barbarian who is covered in a blood spill from tha wounds of his enemies it flows like this rap to the ears of those who know what its like to rap on the mic drop the beat spin it back and record its time to let your music strike that cord the one that almost got your first fan and the one where you almost became a man and almost grew into what you see but instead you are some fu(king wal-mart trainee