URL style cypha thread
 

who wana get these bars?


if u pussy u cant hustle, play the bench/
I'm in ya crib, bagging up ya trees. this aint the grinch/
ironic the feins cant feel shit if they take a pinch/
got some shit to loosen ya screws it aint a wrench/
have ya whole fam sleep it the woods without maken tents/

salute

but yo


all my niggas live to pop/
play in the jungle get ya face in the sky, you simba pops/
all I know kill the opps/
u looked up to carlton pops, u niggas love the cops/
my niggas we straight ride/
beef spray 5.. thats off principle like mr belding at beyside/
bullets play peek a boo, only the fake hide/
the shotty a put u all over the crowd like doing a stage dive/
u dying first if u grab the sket and try n squirt/
suit up for war n have u covered in flowers no hawiian shirt/

Hush's scheme continued...

My nine's burst & I'm sure ya guys'll scatter quick,
Plus I always go the 12 behind me, like High School Graduates.

Who said he is nice/
that make me wanna squeeze a knife/
& give ya Tee a slice/
Heres some G advice/
U might as well change your name to "Where Waldo" cus I never seen ya Stripes!!!

THATS LIGGHT!!!

FUCKK HE TALKIN TU!

lmao just keyed some bullshit on the bus home, i don't really fuck with text heavy enough to know what's played

wave the .36 & you dead if you hear BLAM
I'll put a can either side your head leave u speaking thru a straw like a beer hat
lol rapping it darker? nah we clapping shit harder
I'll push this bitches wig back like they Anna from Martyrs
you not thugs just cos you got bud..
to be fair, you just a lean square like a rhombus
badabing homie it's nada thing
pass the dro til all my cats are stoned, that's a Sphinx
chat your shit and I'll slap ya senseless
til ya "skull coming out ya ears" like a Skullcandy headset
you ain't balling mayne, ya whole crew already caught the fade
all your niccas washed up &getting hung out to dry... it's laundry day
it's a major burden knowing on my block I cud b faced with murder
I can't leave the house these days without at least two rounds, I'm a disabled person
talking loads of flannel, I got too much dough to battle
I'm somewhere on a roof catching rays.,, that's.a solar panel
when my pen goes off, I end foes
what I write end lives,,, that's that Deathnote

If we talkin swag? I got it while you fags just pop shit,
I’ll bag ya chick – hop in her box… No hop scotch, bitch.
Believe me kids, these schemes are sick – don’t test’em,
My bars are heavy – the hulk couldn’t bench press them.

I don't need time to write. u guys are wiling
my 'free on point' like the trident held by Poseidon
the moment my temper scorching, shit get extra gory
I'mma put your dog in the sky, that's that Neverending Story

loool @Muff

Grab a 9 'n iron 'em flat, the weak and feeble lay sore
Put a hole in one, the other gets the eagle, PGA tour

my techs'll flare - I love to test you squares,
leave you geeks slumped once the heat pump - no central air.
my raps are dark & explosive. got you faggots marked,
my flows tight I bring that dino might... no Jurassic Park.

blahhh hahaha w/e

I'll kill you for your weed, for a bag I'll have ur hoe lynched
And when I shoot her up that purp'll rain...no prince
And no prints, when I blast a tool and make you sink to hell
Or lift you so high in the sky you'll never never land...tinkerbell

all of you are faggots, stop it
worldwide you known for havin a fruit on top of you, like apple products
homie you major, til u lose 2 in a row then it's danger
you lose ur edge after a couple close shaves... Disposable razor

1st punch? you seeing stars bruh, second one hit even harder
3rd punch & u goin down for the Count for Nina Harker
you on the web like Peter Parker where u geek out
I'm on a whole other lvl with these green leaves, that's a TREE HOUSE

I guess its time for me to sound off & pound y'all
How you getting bitches when dudes coming out you like a clown car?
My gun enlightening, the shanks giving inner peace
one shot BLAM your face decorated the table like a thanksgiving center piece

How you not gonna pause that men coming out you shot tho?

lol

When I pull the blacka... U do ***a

Don Demarco

How you not gonna drop a bar, homey retire..
your shots nothing but net its like Kobe on fire
Orchestrate chamber music, get tenor more ya liar
When I stick you up I'll see how many notes I'll a choir

I'm serving espresso shots at ya vanilla beans/
Limpin in your streets, cause what I got from the Philippines goes down to my frickin knees/
Got it tucked, tenderly...meaning if you intend to injure me/
I'll pull out the toast and have your meat smokin' like hickory/

u cant write for shit, Lars handed u ur ass in the finals bitch
last time u had cannons on deck was as a tiny kid with a pirate ship
it's some violent shit if u clash with me
my nigs couldnt give a FUCK what religion you are, they all blasphemy
faggot plz, that wack shit is weak
I gives a shit what u acquire boy.. I'll get u touched like a catholic priest

I slapped your bitch...said she wasn't into me/
Ate dinner in a booth alone, Facebook notice...she de-friended me/

Bring the 45 to where you sleep, what's tucked under is tragic/
Start letting em rip under your blanket, like i dutch ovened this faggot/

lmao seadad be easy stupid
id put the metal to ur chest, but ur fucking faggot robot tattooist already beat me to it

Fuck a Diablo, the sad fact is youll never remain relevant for us.
Heard of your name? Plz if we crossing your lines...its a mexican border.

Your fucking garbage and if you think you takin my bars next.
These blows will crack Phil lip till he searching for Carmex.

@Chill Phil

These wack freaks 'bout to be cadavers, hacked meat
Bodyparts? I got three bags full...bah bah black sheep

Oh u upset well this won't end well
someone gonna make me reduce this baby to a stem cell
Talking bout the finals is some weeeeak shit
That shit was like you in erry males box...it was keyed bitch
blasphemy? That line hot as a caveman fire
.................hey man...........fire.....

Well a Joker avy & a wack sig,I'm pretty sure ya parents regret you Mr.J
Shit your dad should've left the gift in your moms mouth on Christmas day.

Whose this retard I'll leave you where ya lips at
then give the coroner ya bike helmet and leave this 'special' gift wrapped

I'm dunking on you, leaving you 6ft deep till your casket falls.
Cuz these bars make you fade away J and im not talking basketball.

When you post a verse and get a reply ya hearts going YIPPIE
Ill take ya out that high and roll ya backwoods & smoke this hippy

Simply put I'll murder you and any1 in this dudes camp.
But these bitches don't show themselves like nervous users with food stamps.

Aye yo
you'll scream for yo mommy when my weiner is hard, g.
my penis is throbbing
your girl try deep throat, it's like she's teething on a whole entire tree of broccoli
I kick it with naughty foxes, I got a wall street office
I got prodigy profits and polyester jeans
I'm poisoning these polly pocket fiends who think molly's everything
when I pull the blama, your mom'll slump.. scared?
I'll make her blow a Mexican, or whatever.. Donald trump's hair

Please, I'll make that thing spark for spelling my name wrong/
Sure them bullets will turn Yppih around as sure as the day's long/

Just admit I'm better and if you can accept the facts yet.
I'm leaving Phil Jack'd son like the moment Shaq left.

Shots fly, ping bloaaw boom krack
You better move back like u got kicked out ya crib and got no where to groove at!
Tools claps til ya roofs flat,
I'll make a square out of a Round like a School map

THATS LIGHTTTT l

Ya style the same no matter how ya caption ya self be
all I see is an ass with that chest out like that book of Kardashian selfies

Yo I'll play the the good fella this is really old mayne
chances are I'll bury you in the desert next to the ET videogame

@sraL and @Chill Phil barring

Rep



Ima hit this up once I'm still for the night
All bars Ima do a whole round

Try an' box, i'll fry 'em, shots have 'em tied in knots
I see you on my tail you'll get lighted up...firefox

no stop light when u check ur wind shield and see a red dot
AK with the strap.. arms round my neck, that aint a headlock
heavy smoker.. I live in the stoned age no flintstone or bedrock
kill ya whole team, fuck pouring a 40 they gone have to break off a keg top

u can get it for nothing, beef like looking under one of oprah seats
guns over glory, everyday in the trap where smokers sleep
cut the grass with a big chopper.. shoot off a cobras beak
I put the chrome in ya mouth for laughing like jokers teeth

let a nigga owe me for a brick Ima set it straight
nothing move but the money, dont want these bucks u better pay
beretta spray..12th man on the roster bout my money.. never play
if u wana go there I'm gonna be the one who needs a get away