Spit a Freestyle, it's worth your while

[Jam Master Jaco]

You're name describes what you can suck
I'd let you suck mine but you're outta luck


So I don't have much time to pop in anymore
so when I get the chance I type until I'm sore
the tokers den is random ass stories like folklore
I'm out suckas, I won't let the ass hit my door

 

[LORD BENIS]

Well you bore me with those rhyme scheme stories
Jam Master Jaco, you French pussy
Push me and we'll see if you could really touch this
'cause Ill rip your ass off like the Louisana Purchase
land grab you, and stab you, then big-toe tag you
'cause I'm Lord Benis and your just a trick you silly fag, you.

 

[Artie Lange]

the ic community is wack, what the fuck do we know
now arties back with a halloween flow

most kids get a lack of candy due to bad behavior, ill dress up like the savior
slice you tongue off with a razor
pumpkins get smashed like the face of lord benis
he says "artie, i like the taste of your penis"
kids in costumes , ghosts and ghouls are morbid
while arties rockin gold like a pimp, you cant afford it
open my bag of burmese, and smoke some more shit

 

[Guest]

It may be halloween, but niggas still mean
they still pack that glock and still leave no traces at the scene
Standin on the corner, with the blood spilled, my spine chilled
Their Guts filled, with a hollow point or seven
Niggas punkin' god, niggas don't play well in heaven
So pray that the day won't end in you bein numba eleven
Cause your homies Jay and Doc were already numbas 6 and 7
So all you fools, keep them engines revin', and keep those beats playin'
But for all you niggas with dead homies, you know what I'm sayin'

 

[Jam Master Jaco]

Uh oh is artie really banned?
or did he leave on vacation to go get really tanned?

i think he's just lying and he's got administrative powers
so he's like a powerful corporation looking down from high towers
the right there is what we call humor
some say he's more pain then their cancerous tumor
but personally i'm still laughing about his cuntface picture
I had it saved but then i lost it but it's still my holy scripture
worship the funny bent over on my tummy
then burn down Artie's church cuz I'm no dummy

 

[Closet Funk]

no means no
but a hoe is gonna be a hoe
and you won't get no
out a hoe

 

[DimeBag65]

SKS relievin my stress, u fuck with the best ur gonna get 2 to the chest, fuck your bullet proof vest i strap bullets that rip through your flesh. you motha fuckaZ smokin that stress i take your bitch and leave a stain on her dress :

rollin up that blunt like your G but u just paid a fee, shiit i get that shit for free. why you playa hatin im just sittin, waitin on dem trees while you a buncha plottin thievin G's. i lay low as i write this flow didnt know that smoke wasnt indo but leo takin you down to the floor like u some criminal whore.

u claimin dank that shit aint even stank, growin that bammer and u still ended up in the slammer. u bustin up rocks while im blowin smoke from these glocks: u thought u real now your facing your court appeal with no possible deal now the DA sayin its for real:


( im a rock and metal listener.. but used to mess around flowin with a few buddies. ne ways im bored and hopped on here for a sec Peace.) Dime

 

[James-Bong]

Yo, It's been a while.....
Let me warm up my style
I got that heat that makes u smile
got you so high ur in denial....

I be tokin that one hitter quiter
Shit so potent, looks like it's covered in Silver
makin you shiver and quiver
hackin up ur fuckin Liver
As i deliver, The thickest smoke
Makin you bitches choke
Now ur so high u might Croke
You should have known you couldn't Toke with this Bloke

 

[DimeBag65]

fuck the fame im in it for the game,
james bong still hittin it strong like nothin wrong
deliverin those rhymes like they belong in the New york times
takin down for these crimes but i still got this bowl packed with these dimes
shit i just read high times talkin bout lou grew like who knew?

they may call it dope but its all i got left for hope
stuck in the cross hairs lookin down the end of my scope
hope u uttered your last words cuz you bout to croak

hunted like a deer thats how it is to live in fear
they can drink beer but i cant grow in the clear

( just to let everyone know... im completely fuckin round) Dime

 

[Closet Funk]

Dime you crack me up

Quaker pimp is on the block so go ahead and grab your glocks
I told you before the shit don't stop
I'm here for my hoes so they can hand over my cash
no cash hoe! then that's a cap in your ass
better think fast because I'm smooth as buttermilk
see me step out bonneville wearing nothing but silk
and a feather in my hat and pimpalicious shades
I tried to let the hoe go but she wanted to stay
she told me quaker is the man and her one and only mack
brougham seats in my pontiac so I bust out a sack
then I preceed to roll a fattie of some strawberry deez
one hit of this shit will have all these hoes on thier kneez
I though I told you son it's not where your from it's where ya at
but I warn you don't get lippy because you don't want to get quaker slapped

 

[Jam Master Jaco]

yo what up? I got some bubbakush
cleaner then a double douche
my shit will make you fall, no push

...uhh that's all i got i'm way too high
ain't no lie that my brain is fried
i can run but I'd rather hide
this weed makes me stay inside
sitting on the couch man it's a fun ride
a few bowls later and i'll think I died

 

[DimeBag65]

JMJ used to that hay now he got some shit that just made his day

(lol jk bud glad u got some good smoke to puff on) Dime

 

[WeedMan90.OG 01]

The type to spray you in the eyeballs with lysol/
Feed your son drywall and then drive off/
A young man with a sick mentality/
Gradually balancing compassion and apathy/
Some say I'm sick in the head/
Chopped off his legs I guarantee that you won't hear it again/
I thought I'd stop by like a stop sign/
Just to drop rhymes and read the forums on cloud-9/
Hmmm let's do some inventory/
Got an ounce of c99 and tools for the respirtory/
For this thread, let's start doing some topicals/
Readin' raps registers in retina and opticals/
You could wind up in a hospital when I'm flowin' over obstacles/

 

[Jam Master Jaco]

Yo I like to chill and watch john belushi
while i sit on my ass and eat raw sushi
I smoke couchlock weeds that's dominately kushy
my sidekick all the while is my stoner dog Poochey

I'm getting drunk not high cuz I wanna get a buzz
before I spark up a bowl and watch out for the fuzz
bubbakush and chronic will do the job they always does

i haven't eaten all day and i'm fucking drunk
i wish i could have a smoke on that ol' deep chunk
until then I'll be happy with what I can dunk
I'll be more grateful that a sexual virgin monk

I think that makes sense but I'm not gonna waste
my time to backspace cuz my mood is paced
my mind is far out spaced i think this drink is laced
but I'm gonna keep chuggin' with infinite haste

 

[Closet Funk]

Shit! quaker pimp is back with somemore mack rhymes
she got slapped several times but still I couldnt' find
the cash she was supposed to hand over
this is a pontiac bitch! not a rover
just for that I'm dropping you off on the curve
because quaker dont' deal with hoes with a slurr
you been drinking and not thinking
keep fucking with my cash and get found stinking
your lucky I'm ripped off some thunderfuckingblockhead
otherwise the 300 mag would come and you would be ?
well you can figure that out I dont' have to shout
my silk pants are bulgiing from all the clout
I aint got time to waste time
the 300 is too big to tuck on my waste line
but it does fit good in the trunk
I'll be right back I gotta go drop off some skunk
when I get back you better have some dough
or it's a boot in your ass and I find another hoe

 

[Reign of Terror]

nice shit mr. funk

 

[Jam Master Jaco]

Yo my weed is dry it's about to get stale
I shout respect at my couterparts the female
cuz I can piss, whine and moan, kick around and wail
but kissing their ass gets me aroused, no fail

 

[Closet Funk]

nice shit mr. funk

Word to your moms

 

[LORD BENIS]

Fake hard-headed pimps are retarted
Nearly become the dearly departed
With all the phoney bolgona beef talk they show me
Coney Island is where those clown fools belong
"Word to your moms"
Yeah right, go steal a smooth hard-core line
Cause your oatmeal rhymes are lumpy
and it's breakfast time

 

[Closet Funk]

Fake hard-headed pimps are retarted
Nearly become the dearly departed
With all the phoney bolgona beef talk they show me
Coney Island is where those clown fools belong
"Word to your moms"
Yeah right, go steal a smooth hard-core line
Cause your oatmeal rhymes are lumpy
and it's breakfast time

What! I know you aint player hating on the quaker pimp
get quaker slapped like my hoes because you'z a fucking simp
no fakeness in me just nothing but the real
you spit chump rhymes don't make me grab the steel
I pack 300's you pack pellet guns
we can go one on one and have alittle fun
but I'm going to warn ya! you don't holes in ya the size of door knobs
I'll take your bitch and make her suck my dick like a corn cob
no phoney bologna rhymes just smooth pimpalicious verses
I'll make your mom and your sister go on my corner and hand over thier purses
so go ahead and try to fade this the shit aint gonna work
I'll just sit back puff a fattie and let my hoes take care of my light work!