THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Void]

Surely that's the calmest of fury you can bomb with. All surly, but it's nonsense. Honest, nothing worthy of responses. To be modest, I could leave you destroyed, but battling's something I mean to avoid. Go 'head. Attack me with trashy, but expound on some of your previous points about your reasons to voice displeasure in letters being conjoined by the means I've deployed.

[VividEnds]

hunger games= lol shit consistently
poverty teens can't portray death convincingly

[Mr. J]

Keep my pen like a lighter, my mind full of nitrous
my eyes full of life and my scheme full to siphon
kept fools enlightened when I move like Christ and..
send the world into a frenzy
had my backhand ready...like....bitch don't tempt me
since I got this shit back into full swing
I don't care who you fools bring, fools gold on fools links
you need to get back to your job and bring me a full drink

[High Voltage]

Seems like you done poured yourself a full glass of extinct flows.
I wish I had lead poisoning, When you let your ink scribbles on rows.
Your dribble… Sounds like you just finished eating little balls of shit.
Only time you'd matter, Is if you put Fecal before your name bitch!!
Fall apart with your lame stitch, I weave my flow like a Sadistic tailor.
Your sewing Christmas sweaters, I make nylon ligatures for communication failures.

[Mr. J]

Brain dead affiliates peering through my window
sniper precision, I'm piercing through their chin bone
breaking their neck, like my style they should be embracing the tech
I'm..aiming ahead, see past that trash and these fools chasing the best
keep tracing these steps, let's see your badge in the boy scouts
keep wildin' out, they want it so bad but avoiding the bouts
tell ya boys to bounce...I don't need flunkies tryna debunk me
tryna stop me, rush me, touch me, willingly tryna slump me
funny, I didn't feel a thing coming...that's what your girl said
I sent her back home to you with a pearl neck

[Lars]

You can't be a goon with a bird chest... So why do you act rugged? I see through you like perspex. I'm wiser than that, buddy, but I’m click-clackin’ if "some bitch rabbit" kinda like Babs Bunny haha!

[Wise Wiggles]

have you ever had shrooms? a lot of it?
& stabbed through a baboon's esophogous ?
put more gas in my bathroom than Auschwitz
stack poo' w/fast food as monuments
use big blenders as limb shredders, get dismembered
sick fetish for skin sweaters, jizz letters
bet you I get her clit wetter & my dick's better

[Wise Wiggles]

Originally Posted by Void

You pussies are pushing panic. You should be. I'm fully famished, ain't looking for food in pantries. I'm hoofing it. Wolfing fam'lies put in the woods I stand in. Ain't even bother to cook 'em. I'll bully a woolly mammoth. Took his wool for a hoody. I look like a Wookie stand-in. Telling my toys a story. 'Hey Woody, go look at Andy. His melon's destroyed. It's gory how whoopee a cushion can be!' The torment of tortured pasts absorbed in my mourning, warping my organs black. Now normal ain't normal. Nagged by a chorus of corpses laughs. I need a quart of Jack, a sheath to store my axe, and a tub full of blood for Rita Morgan's bath.

Dope

[Just Write]

say you hate me huh? you just can't take me cause.. I'll force feed ugly bloody baby mugs, infested with eighty slugs straight down your fuckin trachea

[Mr. J]

Paint the same story with different epilogues
new pathways got them quickly stepping off
Move to my beat or get it poppin with questions dawg
when you laying pipe like this its obvious who the pressures on
I snap. slap chests like Chris Benoit. Penis enlarged
masterbation enraged while I'm sitting in park

[Lost in Thought]

I'm hotter than a freshly fucked fox in a forest fire
More desired than a suicide bomber with shorted wires
Yall call it a DUD but I'd call it lucky
A second chance at life and its lookin so lovely
But trust me, if yall decide to fuck with me
I'll turn your world RIGHTSIDE up so you can see the ugly

Got a girl on my arm, and she's probably yourse
Mine tonight, but in the mornin she'll knock on your door


Blah

[Mr. J]

Hop the fence as I aim at these protestants
I mean..the nerve to walk up on my porch unannounced and shit
English...do you speak it? "What?" ain't how you pronounce it bitch..
bitch...don't you know I have company due
make yourself fancy and say something funny and true
...

[Split]

i've become my own obstacle. chap in a monocle.
critique this inexpression and feel who I'm talking to.
this life is a wife in a white wedding dress. sauvignon blanc.
coming undone. finding sangria inside of her chest.
i'm calling her love. time and again. whitewash this fence.
legally, stop. blondes dont go to harvard barring the test.
get at me girls, and all my failed metaphors. categorically,
uncorking my faults into available whores with me,
board off, these dreaded unopened doors. pouring
a aphrodesiac potion, courting the past. thank forethought,
for I planted these seed cracks and poured in cement.

[Certain]

Somebody split eight, so I stepped to the fore.
And I'm the type to twist fate into a weapon of war.
When I'm not peddling gore, I'm usually stretching a whore.
Serpent's known for snaking so deep,
I leave uterine vestiges torn.

[patrown]

invest in messages born
torn from a hollow throats with borrowed hope
tomorrows dope's a flash in'a pan, gasp if you can
see through the smoky haze with laser beams
light saber seams, complacent dreams never gain life
or explain night in the light of day
my decay
only given in a bowl of raisins, baked in the hot sun
top gun flight
drop from high, stop and die
we multiply in the face of looming doom
pluming fumes, weaving ways' through fruits of the loom
polluted and doomed

[neutral]

smart too, part two: argue over half truths,
heart spews starch brews: can't puke. shan't move.
-- piss bags, improvise, shit's sad, synchronize; shit's had in that time
i miss dad, a little line (introspect),
you kissed a man at a kissogram, that shit a crime? (think so, yes)
a mishap, the fickle type to kick curbs home.
i don't know any big words though. except 'highfalutin verbiage'
i'm a high & prudent virgin,
never actually tried to prove that verdict,
the apple of my eye's a useless serving.
did not happen to like that use of wording.
dessert looks a lot like desert... perfect.
black sands,
backhands from black mans -- heard it. pimpin'.
not sure what i thought, certain that i'm thinkin'
therefore i exist, existential etch a sketching pencil.
mental.

[CopyPat]

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

[Mr. J]

I deliver the apparatus to smash these backward rappers
a mask, late night camper pouring gas on a stack of matches
I knock down their towers burn their cabbage patches
the smell of death is strong like Atlas' back is
tragic but duly noted

[Void]

Waves of joy crest where sorrow pools around me.
Surprise. You're still alive, but nothing new's astounding.
My life lines are dope. I read 'em off my palm in half of a glance.
I know my finger print's index like the back of my hand.
Expected of excellence. Success. A perfectionist
settled in sediment. Weathered by effortless
attempts at a precedent set by his measurements.

[Certain]

I'm not here to resurrect the dead.
But if that includes hip hop,
I'm here to represent the end.
My present tense is irreverent. After y'all rebels went to bed,
I pressed the keys and found release in peddling pretend.
I swing swords from various degrees
and bring whores vicarious disease.
I sing chords with baritone ***ophony,
so get off of me.
I preach peace but ain't married to beliefs.