lounge rap battle

I freak you out and eat you out while we fuck in the truck
Then I flip you on your stomach, put my tongue in your butt
Baby there's no calamari, it's burgers and fries
Then we can take a long ride in my king size
I often fantasize about your lips and your thighs
And when you go down low, I like that look in your eyes
I hit it from the back, mami give me some more
Girl this the kind of pussy that make CB go raw
 
Bluelights the shit, obcourse and we all know that/
A place where you dont have to afraid to admit that you smoke crack/
A place that you can access anywhere in the world/
A place where you can meet new friends and a beautiful girl/
A place where dealers and feines can come to be one/
A place where people care about eachother, like a father to his son/
Where we can share our drug expieriences and why we do them/
Ones that cause hallucinations, the chatties, huge pupils, and R.E.M./
From X, to coke, to alcohol, and crack/
And where we can write rhymes and fell sorry for a shity rap from Ginger Jack/
lol
 
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Aint no need in buying a drink or holding a convo
If you aint coming back to the condo
Its damn near 4 in the morning aint shit to discuss
Til you ask which dick do you suck
Im trying to fuck til it's light outside
You feel the same Get your coat get your friends
The truck right outside
Listen ma I wanna ball out
So when I nut I expect you to suck it all out
And let my man tear your walls out
Cause he just came home and he need pussy to fall out
I get it crump ask the fellow players
i hit more hoes than they list in the yellow pages
It's never to cuff 'em share 'em right after I fuck 'em
To come clean I'm a mellow gangster
Pass a chick like a baton runner to runner
Been through a million thongs from summer to summer
So you'll never see J stressed they always say yes
Everynight dog I be bustin a nut
I just can't stop gettin' the butt
And the only thing I ask girlfriend is we fuckin' or what
 
this for my fat chicks who dont like things
They like Hagen daaz, You know ice cream
You got big drawers
You eat banana boats
That aint a diet girl, here, try some cantalope
Dammit!
Your belly and your hips big
Babygirl look like she had 10 kizzzids
So Start excersizing for more than 10 minutes
You gon need a couple hours thats just the beginning
So dont try to cheat girl
Dont try to eat
Know that food is callin you but u dont gotta speak
And stop walking out lookin nasty chick
Tryin to ask me shit
Tryin to pass me chips(doritos)
And you know you aint sexy You fat as shit
You should think about it, take a second
HMMM?!
Maybe stash them sweets
And think before the next time your fatass eats
 
I could think about tomorrow and its promises
But I'ma just load my gat on some survival shit
And when i hear they got a drought on it
I take a month out of rap and I hustle til I'm out of it
Yeah, you can smell the work in the car seats
Smell you in the trunk if you at all speak
Shit, I got diamonds in my mouth bitch im all teeth
52 carrots, bugs bunny, all drug money
I got an x-connect on the west coast
I buy 'em for five and sell 'em for twenty mo' Fo' sho
I'm nice with the flo
But a chosen few know
That I'm a hustla on the low
 
I roll, I trip/
I smoke, I dip/
I take all the drugs I can before I get sick/
I rail those pills, I smoke that green/
I've done the wierdest substances that you've ever seen/
I drink that drink, I pop them diphes/
I've smoked from Tin foil up to $100 pipes/
I've Delt those Rollz, I've delt that speed/
I've delt with the Pigs who caught me sellin weed/
Till the day I die I'll be repin the Makk/
And I know they'll always have my back/
Bluelight is a place where I can share any story/
I can type my fingers off for an hour, only to find out thats it's boring. lol/
I get hammered on Saint Patrick's Day, and I Roll on the fourth of July/
And I love'em so much I'll do these substances till the day I die/
 
I roll, I trip/
I smoke, I dip/
I take all the drugs I can before I get sick/
I rail those pills, I smoke that green/
I've done the wierdest substances that you've ever seen/
I drink that drink, I pop them diphes/
I've smoked from Tin foil up to $100 pipes/
I've Delt those Rollz, I've delt that speed/
I've delt with the Pigs who caught me sellin weed/
Till the day I die I'll be repin the Makk/
And I know till i die they'll always have my back/
Bluelight is a place where I can share any story/
I can type my fingers off for an hour, only to find out thats it's boring. lol/
I get hammered on Saint Patrick's Day, and I Roll on the fourth of July/
And I love'em so much that I'll do these substances till the day I die/
 
Im burning green,
I inhale and let the smoke speak,
Let them lungs bleed,
T.H.C all inside of me,
feeling like a G,
Blunt after blunt til' Im fallen asleep.
i'll never quit, til im r.i.p,
Ya'll pig ass fuckas lookin funny,
Tryna lock me up,
but i'm too high to reach
 
my stomach got young dead orphans in it
i eat from trashcans at abortion clinics
 
An old one for ya'll I made a while back bout 2c-B

13 Barz

Dear my good friend, old 2c-B/
I cant explain how I feel or what you do to me/
It's kinda like I'm rollin on E/
But then I'm meltin my mind/
All at the same time/
Actin retarted tryin' to spit rhymes/
Trippin at a friends house, for, the first time/
Not knowin what I'm doin, lookin at, or what I'm tryin to find/
I feel hot, so I go outside, but then I'm cold/
I feel rebel in my system, but then I do what I'm told/
I pour water on my head, watch it drip on down/
It makes a smiley face on the driveway, but then its a frown/
I take a look at the clouds, spinnin in the sky/
I've never felt so alive, then I'm sick to my stomach feelin like I'm gonna die/
Have a cigarette, then its gone in one whole blink/
It hurts when I think/
I put my empty cup in the sink/
We go to the beach, I'm frantic, I'm calm/
I look at my hands, I got mushrooms growin out of my palms/
I look at my arms, my freckles are crazy jumpin/
I feel like I should eat, dance, sleep or somthin/
The music's blarin/
People are starin/
Everyones naked, what am I wearin/
I hate this, no its the bomb/
Car pulls up, oh shit, It's my mom/
 
im straight from the east bay,
california my state,
rollin every day til i get myself a whole cake,
smokin that dank til i desiccate,
sippin on dat heem like my kidneys wont fade,
thug like pac when i retaliate,
west coast all muh fuckin day.
 
^^Yo i'm from the east bay, Berkeley California, call us hippes we do damage to ya cornea. Smokin, dosin, drinkin heem, we make excellent cadavers of your fascist regime. We only smoke the chronic it spreads like bubonic, coppin from the clubs the dealers ain't on it, rappin to my phone the beats polyphronic, i'm stumblin out this one like a doped out sonic.

Oh god, someone shoot me now...jk not suicidal :)
 
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