Over the Edge Freestyle

[complexity]

say i speak nonsense but i'm at peak knowledge, dropping beatboxes
an addict of rap kidk, in and out of detoxes, a freak monster, like e honda
sleep walker street stalker with a peace offer for this beef starter
before I I release the cleaves to this meat locker, this weak drama all I can thinks trauma
,drink java, Im a shit talker hip hopper kicked a pissed toddler into a kids gym locker
chances of beating me slim, like Eminem forgiving his father
at night i turn into King Author, I'm twisted like a witch doctor
mixing enriched copper with sulfate into your spring water
on your plates, in your dish washer, I know its not a BIG SHOCKER
when I release this gauge, reminds me of being a a teenager, sleep for days
eating from tv trays better believe I was seething, releasing rage
when I wasn’t receiving praise I was screaming at teacher aides
my preachers believed jesus saved ian from his evil ways
I’ll be achieving fame until they take me down like ayllas plane
free cocaine, melt these snowflakes like freezing rain
oh he’s insane, I need this needle to relieve this pain
shoot it straight through my fetal brain into adrenal vein
I’m more complex then a forty story resort for horny guests
this whores a mess, on the floor undressed, enduring a performance test
with oral sex until her gorgeous breasts and enormous chest
has no normal breaths left and she’s forced to rest
on her morals that’s an important step, I’m not right in the head
got my wife in the bed she says she doesn’t like what I said
which is fine to say, but its kinda gay, I can’t hide my childish ways
wild displays of violence and rage until I’m tired and grey
dying of age, I could be silent today, but I’d rather be vile and pray
that I’ll be on a private island with skylar grey as liz flies away with tyler day
why am I this way, useless thoughts go to brain like booster shots
I use this music box as an excuse to shock like shooting cops
whether its true or not, when I drop its like nuke on a city
its to soon to commit me I could do it till fifty being stupid and witty
until I lose it like diddy, get inside the booth and its fire proof
I’ll be quiet when I can’t find the rhyme to use in my dining room
for now I’ll be flying loose like mariah’s cooch
won’t retire my nike shoes, bring down my nine feet hoop
until my final swoosh when I climb in my hiking boots
to the highest views to look down on this uninspired youth
put on my tie and suit like a child in private school
and get a nine to shoot that would go through tylers roof
one day I’ll find my truth when I buy a noose cuz lifes so unfair
the rope is there, told a pope to hold a prayer but no one cares
so I float in air from a broken chair before I explode like a solar flare
me and this hoe had close affair, I love her Bush like tony blare
told her she wasn’t suppose to stare when I stroked her hair
open the trojan square and left her with a boo boo like yogi bear
It turned into Hogan/Flair, old school I bust out the rolling papers
I’m smokin haters, told my nosy neighbors I’d be over later
but I was bluffing, what they don’t know is that I’m a poker player
also a well known raper, why do you think I cheered for Kobe’s lakers
The Champ is Back on the poster feeling fantastic and sober
I took a nap from soma, but you can’t put granddad in a coma
when spitting raps that are older you get sandbagged with anthrax and eloba
the happiness is over, I’m trashing the catholics and the posers
I mean the faggots with the boners that hit on adams, matts, and Schroeders
giving calluses and ulcers to these fragile kids and loners
I’m so classless and so vulgar when reacting to the culture
hoping that when I spaz on this track I grab national exposure

Don’t think I’ll spit that flow? Don’t think I’ll rip that show?
Ain’t a thing I won’t try to win at, bro.
Even if I gotta rig tic-tac-toe against a big fat hoe
sit back, woah, got ghatz that go click clack blow
split that dome like an old civic -- lift that chrome
these critics live alone and piss and moan
like diddy on a prison phone, is this hitting home?
I’m sick of the bitchy tone, dishes thrown
on the kitchen stove, better hit the road
grab a winter coat for that bitter cold
its been getting wicked old living with a sadistic soul
gives me a little jolt to rid myself of this pissed adult
it isn’t difficult to get it would finish in this result
so I writ this note, quicker then I’d slit your throat
this isn’t just wit and jokes, its the sickest disses
I come with vicious blows, no split decisions
quick precision like the clits I’m lickin
but I’m real, these dicks stick to fiction
that’s why I switched positions, get bitches strippin
now they got to sit and listen to my fits and bitchin
while getting tapped, I’ll make them my richard nixon
I got a sick addiction to rhythmic rhymes
one of the quickest minds, that’s why I hid my vicious side
I lived a lie, but not like diddy tried, with every shitty crime
so why must I die inside like Puff when given prison time