Flows For Dayssss

[CopyPat]

all my lil cypher keystyles, ha. the more u read the better it gets

seriously wasted as fuck
lyrically raped in the butt
cant even understand you, what?
hearing aid making me blush
irritated, lazy an such a mothafuckin pimp
when i get in a cypher shut ya muthafuckin lip
plus im number one legit
puff for fun and blunt the spliff
commin dumb and somethin sick
im number one, ya number 6
im runnin waltz an snatch ya verses
one inch walls aint have the purpose
to hold what i got when im flowin this hot
sommersault ya catchin vapors
when i spit this rap ya bitches crack
flippin flat and and landin face up
my wicked tracks just aggravate ya
ya gettin mad and angry faced uhhhhhhh

aiming and maiming, metal straight to your throat
im famously heinous, get away from me, go
accelerate with the flow and get it straight little ho
i seldom wait cause u know im hella gangsterish yo
my fellow banqueters chose to stuff they faces with grub
i demonstrated my prose and they fuckin ate the shit up
my conversation is brunch, i'll leave some language for lunch
i'll keep on slangin these puns, till people strangle they tongues
my evil passes your lungs and leaves you gaspin a bunch
i keep a stash of the stuff beneath the mattress in blood
it leaked and that was enough for the truth to get out
when people panic they're much more on the stupidest rout
thats why i shoot for the mouth when im shootin the gift
so all u losers can pout while im schoolin this shit

i absurdly blurt a word or 3 then end ya life mercifully
my sentence like curvin these, im bendin mic's cursively
ya deaded like murdering. forget it tyke.. ur deceased
my thread is like pure disease, posting potent phrases
members try urgently hoping folks could save em
but they only hope deflated when i dopely wrote this statement
Pinochio is waitin and he mostly grows impatient
cause if you keep tellin lies
then his pokey nose inflates until mc's tell it right
i beat fellas like its an Anderson Silva match
rappers try to step but bananas is in they path
thats just a thing we have..that means u straight slippin slide
i be just straight kickin rhymes, see this leg twitchin? Die

huckin these leer icks. a couple three beers in
underneath feelings, suddenly seething
one in three seeing, the others need teaching
fucka peace treaty, sucksas be greedy
up in these trees g, im puffin cheeb weekly
fuckin cheap weed see, stuff is weak b'lieve me
nothin seems easy when you scrounge and you scrape
i bust emcees deeply when i pound in they face
i counted it rape by the amount they could take
we're talkin over 7 inches..we could round to eight
down at the place where rappers get snuffed
pat gets that prey and snatches em up
nasty as fuck joking while im laughin it up
you can't get enough..
hoping that im back for anoth
roping while i strangle and crush
choking from the hands from above
mostly im just hammin it up
schmoozing rubbing shoulders
proving nothing's over
doing something sober is usually fucking no-where
..to be seen at all
oozing such an odor cause i'm clean as balls
nature can wait later when my penis calls
believe it ya'll every single word is a lie
i personalize verses for ya virginal eyes
i merge little lies with a fraction of truth
so when i spat in the booth i murdered you guys
determined to rhyme.. fast in a poof
so fasten ya seatbelts when im rappin this spoof
cause it's nothin but chuckles so im laughin a few

on some old rap playlist, regular on that toe tap basis
C-Pat and Cake get..on a remix now it's a Whole-Phat Cakemix

alot grosser, i talk bolder
my cock buldgin, im crotched over
hot roastin but its not Folger's
and its not Folgers cause i shot whole spurts
of baileys up in it.. crazy delicious
now im not sober and they day is beginning
its october and its late in the inning
im that clutch when im slaying this pitching
bats up better play ur position
cause when pat struck then we blatantly winning
making a killing living basically chilling
but i hate every minute when gay emcees faggotly spit it

Kids is braggin they’re dope I’m in their actual nose
My international flows have been around like the globe
I'm fingerbangin these hoes I'm in their vaginal holes
I single-handedly choked ya little maggoty throats

major sickness, ate some chickens, not the soup, you can taste the Liptons when i bop ya tooth. cause i caved ya lip in when i sock it to ya. what's it to ya pussy breath? cat got ya tongue when i took these threads. so pack up ya stuff, ya books etc...cause the game on lock when i came on top, i padlocked it up.... ya shook? expected.

split eight that was sick mate, and i ain't even aussie bro, fire breathing awesome flow, kinda leaves in awe like woah. cold as ice with frozen mics, time to eat this popsicle. in ya mind it seems impossible to be fire breathing frozen treats, but i'm just speaking overheats in times like these i'm cold with speech?

thats some random fuckin gibberish, and i've had enough im sick of it. but we can't get fuckin rid of it unless we man enough to figure it... out. sick a ur mouth, flappin up that silly shit. legitimate thought holder, to idiots. non smoker. but i'de rather puff a cigarette than have another single sec to watch over what you faggots must just think is text

solve it man, ain't no problems and yeah i'm down for buddies. i'm no hater, i just flow greater, don't be frowning grumpy! see the truth is....mc's is ruthless but beef is stupid so i just keep it loose'ish.... jeez confusion, i really only rap for fun, i just flowed what rhymed. silly homie.. relax im done. control ya minds, sitting home and pass the buds. only time im gritty bro is sand in butt, from rolling tides and getting soaked in canada....Just mad beach sittin on vacation chillin, i rap each syllable stay safe, i'm killin em

wake up! your a victim. i just raped up foreign bitches. change up, sorry pitchers but ur base sucks, port them bitches..wordplay up ur asses, cause ya sound is lackin thump. Your're gay fuckin faggot cause you pounded that kids bum. haha that shits dumb and im just laughing at this one. nasty fuckin brotha gulping rappers up for supper. sulking happens after fuckin with this classy motherfucker

damn you all murkin this, closing these chapters. spoken disaster on the mic, kickin free's and blowin these rappers to like smithereens. i've openly tampered with life spitting these, cause when you don't believe half of the hype living seems hopeless and that isn't right...the joke is the sacrifice getting cream, hopin to stash it and try living dreams but its nowhere in actual site, literally, work over half of your life withering, till your old and you have to retire....physically poached and your massively tired, that's the rigmarole of a factory lifer.---Daughter and her wedding cake:---all the nickles you stowed are cashed in to buy her Prada on her special day... instantly broke and back in the fire...Haunted by your yesterday

Comma missing on purpose?
I’m lava spitting these verses like Osama killng insurgents. Islam is giving me purpose but the Qur'an just didn’t seem worth it. I’m conferencing with some Sherpa’s in Nepal like derka derka. Their llamas lookin thirsty geez, but I’m probly misinterpreting. The hottest shit since Burger King I’m whopper bitch, and ur the queen

Mentally handicapped, sexually molesting these scantily clad mc's who flashed they ass.
Presently smashin cats, texting especially candidly, Pat sending these faggots back.

what a guy! eye lash enthusiast up inside some high classy student bitch. bump n grind, dry smashin. boobies..tits, viagra blueish pills. the thigh master too legit, so other guys that rhyme after usually shit.....

im spelling this mercifully. sentences blurred when i speak bend this shit cursive-aly. beckham kid.. curvin the speech. check me in the avenues, texting really has a new presence in the afternoon. especially when i've had a few.. i'm resting cause my attitude is that i need a little sleep. but even in my dreams i just keep this sick regime. im equally to blame for the randomness that occurs, but im equally to blame for the rap thats sick in this verse. Patrick isnt a jerk, infact that adjective is absurd when describing me brother. rather it is a word for describing the others. im rhyming these suckers like it was butter on razors bitch. try with me, utterly fucked in the a's you'll get.

time to rip rappers a new one, I'm a slick bastard and u dumb. bitch faggots i nuke some. i spit acid, im gruesome! The spit-tacular, tooth gums, my shits flappin im too pumped. tic tacs when i chew chumps cause i eat rappers... lets do lunch. i relapsed.. my medulla just keeps crashin.. im screwed up. street action? yeah huge thugs....just keep actin like u tough. i can tell by the way that u spell that ur gay. its a hell of a way to tell us ur pain. you jealous ok, don't yell in dismay. i get it jose, forget it, but..eh! Maybe it was Maybelline that made you bitches make believe. or maybe it was plain to see that way too many fake'n G. I'm straight Canadian you see, my favorite dish is baked poutine. outrageous with that bacon grease, stay legit. Maple Leaf.

its that flow the whole line shit. that quote on quote fly shit. the most engrossed rhyme slick, overdosed high spit. holy smokes I'm sick, and coast to coast i rip. From Okotoks where i live to the Poconos Islands. motorboat fly chicks for those with most sized tits. no one knows why its just protocol i guess....

im literally gross disgusting and sick fuck
im spitting these flows as much as i wish brah
lyrically dope, im such an enigma
you hearin me yo? fuck it, i give up...

Seriously drinking Old Milwaukee. beers be sinking oh so softly, cheers for thinking cokes and vodka spirits be for ho's and not ya peers who be ya bro's its awfully weird sticky gross and sloppy here you bitches know when pop appears i hit the road. the bottles clear? its simply no. i'm not a queer, i drink alone to calm the fear of leaving home

oh my lord dull raped this thread. a smorgasbord of flagrant text. the overlord of staying fresh i'm over board you stay on deck....so walk the plank and try to step but if my blotches inked untimely death is all u stankin guys would get when droppin vaguely rhyming sets

economy crashed, the gravy boat
gone and we lack the brain and so
bombed that we have to invade and so
off to Iraq, create a whole
monster to latch, and make a whole
lot of this cash to chase some old
Osama bin lad, its crazy yo.

Way sick when i send this shit, ama-zing with the excellence , ya brain flips when ya witness it: the greatness in my penmanship. save it, i spray clips in ya residence and strays hittin the innocent. so play victim.. or get a grip, i ain't kidding, i finish this..

but actually i am joking, factually my hands stroking rapidly like backstroking when i wack my D like smash mole'ing to angelina and jolie. damn homie. thats the only plan really. the only time my hands really clappin off a shot be, when im goin to the stands and im clappin for some hockey. my flowin is a handgun gat or pistol shotty.. cause im blowin through like fans i just have it in my body


Rockin these flows properly, hocking and blow snot with each drop when i post lots of these notes like post offices…the most talkative joe lost in this whole process with more rawness than throats lodged with more vomit and no promise of throat lozenges yo. I wrote novelty flows way more bigger than they had to be, and display more vigor when i rap a free, cause i aint no wigger, and i’m glad to be the same ol kidder happily. Flamethrow spitter, rabidly, chainsaw killer. Capture me. Ya brains all spitter spattery, rape assault and battery from tryna handle me lyrically.