Stage red rap journal

[Danioover9000]

   This is some of me practicing my stage red, through language plays. Warning, triggering if you are still suppressing your many dark sides of yourself. This is meant for me to express those monsters in words. Kind of like consciousness streaming, except I'm speaking through stage red as much as I can.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

    LOL, me mourning the death of my slave masters? You color blind, need special assistance? I'm a white horse racer, slow in pace with modern democracy, while you too fast and racy, demonstrating hate, must be the result of all that Indie classy system of late, baked in that curried up brain.

   Shut the fuck up, you ugly duck.

   Has anyone ever told you, that when someone passes, you give silence, cause its humane standards? So, duck your head down, and bow, before I pow you around with your own gown. 

   So be fucking quiet, and if you can't, wrap that yapping bitch mouth around some sausage.

   That's why it's called music, not just because of those rhythmic pauses, but the long skeleton closets that I shake loose in your mind fossil, eureka moment! That's called muse sickness, sickening your bones abused, brilliant brittle standard of illness!

   It's an ill omen from bastards like you to make fun of those that have passed away and wish ill on their families. You maggot, filled with lies engineered like the Quincy you are, Listen! That video of those Luigis dancing in front of Buckingham palace ain't shit, all it shows is their feet fetish if they think their winning this. Nope, I'm busy with lasses bucking their jugs, jamming them all over my ham palace that I hang around a fucking tree, that's thicker than the Laddie's thin legs (oh boy) must be their diet: Lepri cons selling Them some leprosy. Question still remains, why rainbow over the Queen is the main, then the loathsome Biebers put aside? Did you know that rainbows come after a rainstorm? No? Then keep on waiting for pennies to rain, wise men come home, 

   

Edited June 2, 2023 by Danioover9000

[Danioover9000]

Nice diss track to Lupe Fiasco but it's just mostly lyrical miracle spiritual mumbo jumbo, still nice but most times I listen I forget it's a diss:

   However, when Lupe Fiasco responded with his diss track, followed by Mickey Fact's diss too:

and

   Are both IMO master class diss tracks, good rapping and bars and actual layers behind some words and phrases and so many references! I'm willing to bet Royce felt each one and it must hurt. 

[Danioover9000]

BETA MALES!

BETA MALES!  

    YO! Here I go again...freestyle again...off the dome again...

   Imma yolo this freestyle, free styles

   revving the stylus, lusty goat here, teeth

   ready to chew it! Cuz I dispute this

   corny asinine, silence of the lambdas.

   When the fact is, you can't silence LAMBDAS!

   As a Greek alphabet letter 11, a capital A without the cross bared even.

   As a wavelength and light waves, can't flatline, nah to complete, silence and darkness!

   As a python code program, python's nice, but Lupe ain't a no name no tag FIASCO!

   Tell me why, tell me why, Royce. a black guy-

   Singing a bout Rolls Royce rolling to a son, holding Sun Chips, and sayin Imma put a hole through a boy, JUST TO PROVE MY WHACK POINT!

BETA MALES!

BETA MALES!

BETA MALES!

   That's bars fucking WHACK, hinting a WHACK JOB, onto a child holding chips son, how conscious rapper of you, Rattle snake Adder, I bet you wear sunglasses so you can hide the dilated slit snake reptile eyes, crocodile jealous he can't crooked eye.

   Say it ain't so, this racy  black hoe, thinks he can put, holes in children, lost his marking marbles-

   If this was switcheroo, you'd kangaroo, in this trophy room, Biz Markie over you as I drop Bismarck level bars onto you!

   Second place, Second rate, Second position, sloppy seconds sidekick forever and never ever versatile enough, gotta rely on assists and aids, you'll never G.O.A.T, never cross your Ts and dot your Is, no wonder you got a weirdo beard where a goat tee should be, to never win in the FIRST PLACE!!!

   Wannabe a whacker so bad you have ta sound like the double SS gestapo secret policemen talking down to Lupe, falsely accuse him of white siding, when the only guy in this joint is side winding!

   Okay donkey, you love crackers dead and white. Fine, I prefer cupcakes baked in the gas ovens, with the special chocolate toppings of: BLACK-SKIN-HEADS!

   Should I, shouldn't I, educate this lame flowery and embroidery prose writer, why it's called systemic Racism and not 'demographical' Racism?  

   Should I, shouldn't I, wrap him and his kiddo wannabe Vishnu so bad, and force them to make out under the carpets? Roll them down this hill that has eyes, light the incenses to celebrate their negrophilic incest? Should I, shouldn't I, get graphical with this non sequitur nonsensical violin violence?  

   Cuz in this pocket I Winchester easy peasy jester, dimensioning these two stooges in a BLACK HOLE!.

   Their twin rebuttals nothing but buttheads, not a thing they can say to justify their violent eyes on why child murder and race hating is nice. Nay, not a thin they can thickly explain plainly as day they are cowardly brave. After all, SILENCE OF THE LAMBDAS RIGHT?! Right? Like, wannabe Geminis so bad they fall like twin tower guys in a tower of defense game, and Imma emasculate their hate game! A pair of lesbian men scissoring for comfort.

   I'm done, the Lancashire bomber kills two birds with one stone. Now you both must atone for your tone to the masses for both you're whack asinine rapping. you got till Christmas time, guys, before I wrap both in a pretty box, buried under the coniferous tree, You both reap what you sow, so you sow evils seeds you get evil deeds bitches. For not rapping well in the booth, keeping it nice, food for thought: YOU BOTH WINNIE THE POOH! WHOOPSIE DAISIES LIKE YOU TWO FOOLS COULD EVER DO?! Bye, BETA MALES. HA. 

BETA MALES!

BETA MALES!

BETA MALES!

BETA MALES!

   I'm the only alpha to bet over these betas to blood let these two vegetable gents. In a hide and seek game, I'm the missile seeking kingdom!

Edited June 6, 2023 by Danioover9000

[UnlovingGod]

Just there to help you

Who the fuck wants to talk and brag

All the day, being better than some Beta Male

Who wants to suck some good beta dick

And lick their milk all day in her mind, truth

As the baller in high school with the nice shoes

Never really cared about that cute girl, that shy girl

She was thinking all day, maybe he heard her, If he searched her, in his thoughts

She thought, he was just lost, and she was partly right

Because he was hardly side by side with god

But she was wrong that she was part of his path

So now her shadow side despises all the guys that are baller types

And now in disguise she calls them beta archetypes.

 

[UnlovingGod]

42 minutes ago, UnlovingGod said:

Just there to help you

Who the fuck wants to talk and brag

All the day, being better than some Beta Male

Who wants to suck some good beta dick

And lick their milk all day in her mind, truth

As the baller in high school with the nice shoes

Never really cared about that cute girl, that shy girl

She was thinking all day, maybe he heard her, If he searched her, in his thoughts

She thought, he was just lost, and she was partly right

Because he was hardly side by side with god

But she was wrong that she was part of his path

So now her shadow side despises all the guys that are baller types

And now in disguise she calls them beta archetypes.

 

She was the golden child in a nice white family household

And she was told, that those black folks, are good people, but she should be careful

And so when this black dude in school got all the charm, but wasnt that good at school

She connected the dots and wanted to show, how life could be, though,

She got lost as the fear from the parents got her shoked

and all the words just got stuck in her mouth, but her emotions screamed loud

And so she repressed those feelings and focused on school

And the grades were good, but when the worklife hit,

She couldnt live up to the expetations that her parents give.

But she was the golden child? She was so bright? And she knew that something wasnt right?

And now some nigga wanna talk some stuff, that was part of her passion.

That spirituality shit, she had to deny their shit, she had to give this lesson.

But maybe he has some words that are quite wise.

And she could feel it in her mind and she's letting it all out, with the same charm that had her drawn once upon a time.

Edited June 11, 2023 by UnlovingGod

[Danioover9000]

@UnlovingGod

Imma just clarify-

This journal's stage red.

Decalcifying caricatures unseen-

Staged bedded values-taped

Within mind's caked eyes.

ME?

 

WHO fucks, talks and brags-

24/7?

ARE those wanting hoes-

YOU? Keep seeing, in-richer tattered clothes.

7/11, heaven's drapery?

YOU?

 

I'D bet a male longs

FORWARDS-for debauchery.

GRAPE, pillaging sausage festivities.

WHOEVER to whom-

THIS concerns me-too.

IS who? To Blame? Whose hose-

PRAYS up in between-

TO whom the bell tolls

WHAT'S A DICK to A WOMB?

WHOLLY?

 

I rap poetries

POETRY wraps me.

RAPTURES in pastries.

 

 

[Danioover9000]

DESTINY'S EULOGY

 

(TWITCH RINGTONES)

OH DESTINY! OH DESTINY! THE ONE AND ONLY DEAD BEAT!

OH DESTINY! OH DESTINY! THE ONE AND ONLY DEAD BEAT!

   This Damsel's slick in the brain, rapping in the rainstorm, brainstorming ways to storm your castle front.

   Even when licking wounds, I call it fronting torment! When you huff 'n' puff out your persuasion rhetoric, it's telling when you got to breath it out fronting.

   He's panicking when confronted with his own lies, gotta lie down, distort the message's fonts that time, retorts and rebuttals outta your mouth!

   How crude and rude of me, let me tick tock the clock, rewind time to tell story line by line. Born to parents, one American to a Cuban Ornament, so starts the tippy SLOPE, Steven's half MURICAN with no LOBE EXPRESSO, how do parents cope? Mechanistic DOME! That they call a HOME! Just for the SHOW! Their holy kingdom: Catholicism. HO HO HO! The origin of his mental prism, a nice complex of many schisms! They had the GOAL just to store coal over DESTINY's dome, and shoal him off to his granny's HOLD, just for her to THRICE PUPPIES LIVES FOR SHOW. For your info, this is socio-pathing, to the very start of his HELL-HOLE! So pathetic, this little SOCIOPATH BITCH!(DAMN)

OH DESTINY! OH DESTINY! THE ONE AND ONLY DEAD BEAT!

OH DESTINY! OH DESTINY! THE ONE AND ONLY DEAD BEAT!

OH DESTINY! OH DESTINY! THE ONE AND ONLY DEAD BEAT!

OH DESTINY! OH DESTINY! THE ONE AND ONLY DEAD BEAT!

   And the SHOW'S just showing how it all just gets BETTER! Old enough that he then met her, then made her into his wifey, but many mistakes axes the wifey, he just can't beat his meat nicely. Had to heatedly cheat many times Bree, while thinking this is all just a game till he GOT FLAMED! This ain't no Sims game, ain't no date game, this ain't even a CASTLEVANIA GAME, there's no point in this circle of the moon, when it's a strange loop circling all back to you! So sorry I'm a Lycan under the moon's throbbing, You a doctor Jackal to this Mister HYDE. For the record you are no NICE GUY, due to your lack of SEX ED Imma tell it at your face, you BIG DISGRACE! Listen closely and no squinting and looking away from this: NATHAN'S YOUR GRAVE MISTAKE!!!(DAMN) So many mistakes you gotta DIVORCE AND SEPERATE, and you're Daddy of the year, cuz I hear that all this in front of your own SON!(DAMN)YOU FUCKED UP!

   And that's when it all gone down hill, and you gotta distract from this big hill. You waste time cleaning lady's rooms just to get Dominatrix, no wonder now you a bluish cockatrice (DAMN), then you got addicted to gambling like a fool, pulling your own wool over thy eyes ambling into CASINOS, trying to be the next ROYALE! Then you excused yourself from music abuse university, you have my sympathies, CAN'T BE IN A SYMPHONY!(DAMN)

OH DESTINY! OH DESTINY! THE ONE AND ONLY DEAD BEAT!

OH DESTINY! OH DESTINY! THE ONE AND ONLY DEAD BEAT!

OH DESTINY! OH DESTINY! THE ONE AND ONLY DEAD BEAT!

OH DESTINY! OH DESTINY! THE ONE AND ONLY DEAD BEAT!

   Then outta nowhere, a spark in the dark park. Get addicted to games and internet dicks: NEXT STORY ARC! Then you had to compartmentalize Steven Bonnet ii, in a folder, just the net in some pigeon called DESTINY. Then you had to skinny dip into a whirlpool of toxicity:TWITCH'S GAMING INDUSTRY! Then play the blame game, blame this, blame that but never blame thyself! No wonder you can rationalize whys to justify murdering a doxxing kid that time! You are the Lich king to this zombies, just to brain rot all their minds out.

   At some point, this sociopath evolved: from a meek guy, into a bicycle. So bye bye honor, hello Bi-sexual, here lies he's masculine spine, and what grows are excuses for his cheating lies, recycling persuasion tactics. Then you online date within your fanbase, just to avoid PUA DISGRACE! So easy peasy lemon squeezy, hooking in a groupie from your own garden of BULLSHIT!(DAMN) So morally debased, morally bankrupt, immoral when you're corrupting her SOUL OUT. From ANNA, to BARBIE, AND LAV TO another chick, I see this pervy incest is BUSY FARMING FRUITIES! Or I could be wrong, cuz you think you're exploiting when in fact she's playing you like a FIDDLE MAN!(DAMN)I mean, not to be mean, but it's been 4 years already till the next vote! This bicycle riding this TOWN BICYCLE LIKE A REUSED WHORE! Your so called Fiancee maybe wants that green card now, so don't think you'll be winning this Texas Poker NOW! I'm playing 7 card stud, and buddy you're outta luck! meanwhile you a snowflake fake NO SKILLS STUD , STUCK IN THIS ENTENDRE!(DAM)

OH DESTINY! OH DESTINY! THE ONE AND ONLY DEAD BEAT!

OH DESTINY! OH DESTINY! THE ONE AND ONLY DEAD BEAT!

OH DESTINY! OH DESTINY! THE ONE AND ONLY DEAD BEAT!

OH DESTINY! OH DESTINY! THE ONE AND ONLY DEAD BEAT!

   Then you got triggered so much when a mister and misses girl had you twirling in a world of hurt!(DAMN) Can't handle the Narcissism, so you catatonia yourself into schisms, jumping from mental prisms to another prism, burning bridges left and right from prism to prism(DAMN),Sorry you can't categorize lines and story lines, overstressed no wonder you're BLUE BALLED BLUE HAIRED PEACOCK CUCKOLD BITCH!(DAMN)Gotta chase the blues, even though you've lost the hues that once coloured your eyes with SOUL(DAMN) Now you gotta console yourself at HOME, Sherlock Holmes can't TAKE ANYMORE!(DAMN)If this is WW1, then I have won, having so much fun, delivering these BOMBS, in bombastic fashion, so fasten your seatbelts when I FLASHBANG!(DAMN) This is WW1, I already won, bonneted rifle at hand, I Steven the odds, when I atop, stabbing in you THRICE! I am cold as ice, ain't no nice gal, ain't fronting with lies, IF WE CROSS IRL, ON FRONT LINES, IMMA TAKE YOU OFFLINE!(DAM)

   FLASH TO WW2, off the dome I come, You a lying nice guy, I'm cold as ice, with plastic C4s, for your sea of WHORES, over these thin ice, I ain't playing NICE! You a fa***** Adolf Hitler, layered bunker lies as far as the Gulf of Mexico! Go ahead Hitler, summon the dogpile. IMMA COMPILE A STOCKPILE OF DEAD LIVES EACH TIME!(DAM)And shove them in your mind, for I craft ATTACK LINES BY LINE BY LINE!(DAMN) I detect you lie you a masculine example, nah, you just masking you lifeless emotions that time. This is ww2, and I'm the pilot, IMMA SPIT FIRE WHILE MOSQUITO FLYING LOTS!(DAMN) I don't care, I'll flow low altitudes, just for fun poking and abusing this little shrew!(DAMN) Weaving the valley of darkness IMMA COME THROUGH, BOBBING LEFT AND RIGHT FROM THESE GUN LIGHTS, AS I PREPARE MY FAT TOMBOY, THEN RELEASE, AND SEE IT BOUNCE BOUNCE BOUNCE, ROLL, ROLL, ROLL WAVES, IMPACTING THIS DAM!!!!

[Danioover9000]

   Got damn, what a pathetic rap song, if this is a diss track his voice is too soft, even though yes he's riding the beat and rap flow, he sound soft AF!

   This over one is same weakness, voice too meek, lyricism is quite nice though and bars do connect against Kind DOtta, but damn energy lacking AF!

   When I think of getting dissed, I think of Busat Rhyme's energy, or Eminem's, or Rainman, or some aggressive demonic voice with good lyrics like The Game's. One really good example, and not even a rap genre but a different music genre and remix:

   EXTERMINATED's remix of BLUE STAHLI'S ULTRANUMB is fantastic!! SO MUCH ENERGY AND VIBE AND SPIRIT!! Damn, I can feel it in my bones this is a diss track to Ren and Knox Hill, like EXTERMINATED got pissed 5 years ago, then did a parallel universe time travel BACK TO THE FUTURE shit, into this time line and diss them two so easily!! Listen to the bars, EXTERMINATED is connecting bars are hitting Ren and Knox Hill I ain't LYING, I AIN'T CAPPING EXTERMINATED IS DISSING THEM TWO!!! Damn, AMAZING energy, like okay a few bar breakdowns for the disses cuz ya'll are sleeping on EXTERMINATED FOR 5 YEARS! 

   After he intros with massive energy, dictating the frame, him saying 'So save up your addiction for a new addiction, voyeuristic overdrive' Is EXTERMINATED saying Ren and Knox Hill are like addicts justifying their addictions and want to make another addiction, him also claiming them as  pussies and perverts, perverted by clout chasing and all that, so they are soft as girly voices and all. 'A new manipulation, no exaggeration. Take advantage over to deny/the right' is EXTERMINATED saying, no exaggeration, you both are manipulative girls taking advantage of the culture and the internet. (HERE COMES THE COUNTDOWN) '3. This is the new flesh' A direct flip on Ren's Murder song, when he's talking about the microphone and the stage that was such a whack line, EXTERMINATED FLIPPED THAT like a pro. '2. This is the open door' EXTERMINATED is clearly saying to Ren and maybe Knox that there's the exit when Imma done fucking you up! '1.We got everything you wanted' Probably a drug line, referencing that addiction and craving again. 'YOU WANNA KNOW RIGHT NOW!' Yes, I wanna know how this guy is still killing these two clown rappers, these two WHACK AF rappers to this day, so much energy?! '3, 2, 1! Violated! So degraded! The show has just begone!' EXTERMINATED basically referencing MICHELLSHOW, but saying that EXTERMINATED'S show is just beginning, he ain't even warmed up to dissing Ren or Knox Hill like damn! 'DOMINATED BY ALL YOU HATED! THIS WILL MAKE YOU ULTRA NUMB!' OMG! SO much energy I'm nervous rabbit already!! Basically EXTERMINATED saying Ren and Knox Hil not passionate but lead by hatred, codependent by hating so much, hate dominating all their decision making! And saying this track will make you ultra numb, meaning two things, that his remix and music way better than yours, and that your overdosing right now! I ain't capping, I'm not lying, I swear before god and I will die on this hill, EXTERMINATED EXTERMINATED Ren and Knox Hill, GG and GL two whack white rappers! You will be missed sourly.

   Basically the second verse is only at Ren, so many references from his song Murder. Exterminated basically flipped al that at him, very talented diss rapper, but EXTERMINATED just a remix guy, remixed ULTRANUMB and the energy alone kills them two ANY DAY! They two messed with the wrong EXTERMINATED!

[Danioover9000]

   Nice reaction:

   BT Cypher Eminem disses Trump:

   A.I Donald Trump, by HiRezTV, hold my beer:

 

[Danioover9000]

   DAMN! My favorite recent YouTube hater MichelleShow is rapping rapping! This is fire!

   Nice reaction and some breakdown, and I'm also breaking down all of them bars, all of them.

 

[Danioover9000]

   Why zig-zag you bitch hag? You think that you got the tricks and treats when you shaman?

   Objectivist? I object, you just an unjust obtuse fa* time forgot zit. For you too lost and gone, in the matrix and lattices of minds, these reasons that are treasons to begin with! Benign bitch, handle your own itch you scratched in!

   Damn, reading the Destiny report, bubbles up orbs of dark beneath the soul! Monetizing crazy open relationships you craven, ship in, then ship out the ravens, just for the clout you date Annas, when they cra cra banana, you bandana wagons and bankrupt/bank out their moral integral characters, I naught or ought or ought to attack, like a Santa Clause a present for this maggot that loves SEXUAL ABASEMENT, while bicycling town bicycles, Mr. Bi-sex or poly that time? Do we need a polygraph to graph you as a sociopath you whack hag?

[Zigzag Idiot]

No need to sugar coat  things @Danioover9000 . Tell me how you really feel.... 

For now .  I'm pondering and viewing it as poetry.. You're abstracting,,,, perhaps. I've been kicked around somewhat lately and have grown shallow, reactive and sometimes mean. As a result I'm 98% heterosexual; 2% bisexual. Not as openminded as I used to be.,,,, I wish someone would tell me if I were involved in government or solipsism experiment and I'm being viewed as a specimen by a large population.

I realize too it really didn't have my nametag on it,,,

“Blessed is he who has a soul, blessed is he who has none, but woe and grief to him who has it in embryo.” - Gurdjieff

[Danioover9000]

   I'm bored of this forum, lazy and depressed. I'm impressed I'm feeling defeated while swaying.

   Away from apathy to grief, good times turn into sadness, lost in betrayals and guilty pleasures release me. I sorrow for what tomorrow brings me.

   Until fear rears it's weird ears, drumming within worries and nervousness for the terror of the skies.

   Then my mind spikes for lust today, craving those sexy ravens, disliking blocks leads to frustrations, hate and anger for this nation. Can't ratio my greed and possessiveness.

   I rage against the machine, annoyed. Disgusted by crust and rust, oh boy! When I Glock and gangster this tea pot, I stir tempest witchery, WORD GOD! Insecurity with the cute, so I mute and into the feud. Feudal with pride, and icy veins, your moral/intellectual superior, judging and gloating and boasting. Greatest abased debater of this game, fuck Destiny and his sickly craven ways.

   What are raps for, what's the purpose of spitting barcodes depending on rhymezones?

   Cuz I see valiant Salvatore, valiantly rubbing valium on his pores, who knows? Salivating on corn porno and more Vore, whatever for? What a man whore, starring at ornaments meant for Christmas doors. New Yorker, put down the pork, put down the spooning, put down the forking! Too liberal, too much yearning, too much sexy liberation! Learn that polygamy = finicky gimmicks girly teens, with too many trick and treats for you satisfy, salad dork spork.

   Whatever we freestyle for, forever hollowed?

   Maybe lots of porn = attornment for his soul, zero emotional tole, already sold to Succubae drones, pretty porcelain dolls way too young old. All this from single parent homes, which is apparent why we need more intact homes. No need for Sherlock Holmes, we all know, single homes full of shingles untold, horror scopes inside moldy domes, I hope all this rings some bells.

   Why rhyme with reason Zig Zag? Treasonous, I can rationalist things in a tree order, then disorder the arrays to think in parades while yip yip hurray! All hail holism and Helios sun rays, burn down Icarus for his logical ways. Too lost in small little boxes, too scared to face the music of chaos you lost it. You no Destiny, but a desk top he N.E.E.Ts.

[Danioover9000]

   Holy fuck, this is another synthesis between rap and news, yes it's parody but IMO done well:

 

[Buck Edwards]

Can I practice my skeelz here please please if you don't mind. 

My rap breed (Oops I mean creed), is called Black and Yellow so every one of my rap anthems is gonna contain Black and Yellow. It's my trademark brotha. 

This is my first anthem, here I go....

(this is not the final version). 

 

Juicy J, Ez Mil coming up with a new release egging beeshes

You gotta chill, even if the world around you is crashing to pieces 

Remix, G shit, you know what it is, 

Black and Yellow, black and yellow 

People who preach others on what to do 

But don't do it themselves egging beeshes

Acapella Acapella 

Boom

All I do is egging win 

Rap is not rap, it's rapture 

We gotta teach 'em crackers, how to rap

We gotta teach' em incels how to tap 

You can bribe me with a dick-a 

When they can't argue 

They scapegoating the bigg-a

Only a bigg-a

Only a bigg-a

Bigg-a, sssorry there's no rhythm 

To ya lyrics, 

You rapping like a dog yapping

Rap should-da sound like hell from Kordhell, killers from the Northside 

By the way jokes aside, 

All the guras and the gurus, fake shit

Remix, G shit, 

We banging now, you like it? 

We banging now, you like it? 

I'm so yellow, you'd think I'm from Pittsb-a

The industry gurus like me, 

Wherever I go, yeah!!!! 

Hate ya, getch ya, 

Wiz Khalifa 

Yeah, chief-a

The biggest bigg-a

Get your fucking weed-a

I wanna fuck you in the ass, ah

I know you find it sexy, yeah 

Aren't you horny na, haha

My ego as bigg-a as the Mount Everest 

(nah-uh, Kailash-a),

My heart-a as bigg-a as Kalidasa

My brains on psychedelika

I'm CERTIFIED PLATINUM 

By the KHALIFA..... bigg-a

My next lyrics, I forgot damn, ahh! 

Mhmm I'm burning in penis envy 

You can see the gap between my front teeth 

You gotta take the edge off me 

What's that sound in the kitchen, baby!! 

Cuz I have to speak in codes and shit 

Since we're plagued by egging cancel culture 

They hatin on us, even if we tryna do better than most, 'em vulture 

Bring in your friends, C'mon... 

We wer supposed to be one, yet we keep fighting

This mess we keep cleaning [this is regarding Palestinian war] 

There should be a time when all is done 

And we get to be shining. 

I told ya

This is not your art-a, you Crack-a

Remix, G shit, you know what it is, 

Black and Yellow, black and yellow 

 

 

 

I hope that was good enough for the first round ( no pun intended). 

Lyrics by me but partially inspired by Wiz Khalifa and Kordhell - killers from the Northside. 

 

Edited October 15, 2023 by Buck Edwards

[Buck Edwards]

Man, I was listening to sum dope muzic, drinking beer and eating sum spicy tender crispy chicken. 

How bout you join me Mr Dani?, where you at..... 

Happy weekend, @Danioover9000

Edited October 15, 2023 by Buck Edwards

[Danioover9000]

@Buck Edwards

On 2023-10-15 at 4:04 AM, Buck Edwards said:

Can I practice my skeelz here please please if you don't mind. 

My rap breed (Oops I mean creed), is called Black and Yellow so every one of my rap anthems is gonna contain Black and Yellow. It's my trademark brotha. 

This is my first anthem, here I go....

(this is not the final version). 

 

Juicy J, Ez Mil coming up with a new release egging beeshes

You gotta chill, even if the world around you is crashing to pieces 

Remix, G shit, you know what it is, 

Black and Yellow, black and yellow 

People who preach others on what to do 

But don't do it themselves egging beeshes

Acapella Acapella 

Boom

All I do is egging win 

Rap is not rap, it's rapture 

We gotta teach 'em crackers, how to rap

We gotta teach' em incels how to tap 

You can bribe me with a dick-a 

When they can't argue 

They scapegoating the bigg-a

Only a bigg-a

Only a bigg-a

Bigg-a, sssorry there's no rhythm 

To ya lyrics, 

You rapping like a dog yapping

Rap should-da sound like hell from Kordhell, killers from the Northside 

By the way jokes aside, 

All the guras and the gurus, fake shit

Remix, G shit, 

We banging now, you like it? 

We banging now, you like it? 

I'm so yellow, you'd think I'm from Pittsb-a

The industry gurus like me, 

Wherever I go, yeah!!!! 

Hate ya, getch ya, 

Wiz Khalifa 

Yeah, chief-a

The biggest bigg-a

Get your fucking weed-a

I wanna fuck you in the ass, ah

I know you find it sexy, yeah 

Aren't you horny na, haha

My ego as bigg-a as the Mount Everest 

(nah-uh, Kailash-a),

My heart-a as bigg-a as Kalidasa

My brains on psychedelika

I'm CERTIFIED PLATINUM 

By the KHALIFA..... bigg-a

My next lyrics, I forgot damn, ahh! 

Mhmm I'm burning in penis envy 

You can see the gap between my front teeth 

You gotta take the edge off me 

What's that sound in the kitchen, baby!! 

Cuz I have to speak in codes and shit 

Since we're plagued by egging cancel culture 

They hatin on us, even if we tryna do better than most, 'em vulture 

Bring in your friends, C'mon... 

We wer supposed to be one, yet we keep fighting

This mess we keep cleaning [this is regarding Palestinian war] 

There should be a time when all is done 

And we get to be shining. 

I told ya

This is not your art-a, you Crack-a

Remix, G shit, you know what it is, 

Black and Yellow, black and yellow 

 

 

 

I hope that was good enough for the first round ( no pun intended). 

Lyrics by me but partially inspired by Wiz Khalifa and Kordhell - killers from the Northside. 

 

   Buck Edwards, do you fuck backwards? Reverse cowgirl? You want Mr. Girl whirlpool you till you dizzy? A beast man cart before the horse beasty?

   Let's be honest, when you vomit meals they juicy pieces.

   Maybe I need to chill, cuz my scarlet chilly patterned 2 piece leaves men Knox hilled into a kill box, then KFC recycles flesh into hot wing meals.

   I'd rather mix zinger delights than-you-know-what.

   Black and yellow? Like your blackened eyes, doubled over the yellow belly, cuz your cowardice only handles PEGI 13s, not hot bitchy 16-18s that makes you all so queasy you could get roasted. 

   Easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy, go preaching-Jake-Reacher, reach more and ore till you yoga pretzel, till you turn peachy over a bed of hot coals, let's go and see who's the fake and real Guru now? Then I lay you down over a bed of needles, shock your chakras cuz that's my main game I OWN!

   Don't blame me when this witchy dame word slays you so much that phoenix flames cannot help you raise.

   You'll pay twice fold with blackened eyes, swollen nose, ashen face, doubled over yellow belly, for thinking you can home invade succubae and have your sick ways.

   Now you're tied into my mind's bed, don't mind us sucking your fluids dry. Try as hard as you might try, but the night's young to fry your mind till your psyche's dry, till your eyes crack and dry, deep fried.

   Rap is rapture when I say so, rap captures and is a trap contraption for souls too guilty for The Lord! You think you can Dark Souls me? But I, the she-devil darkens your soul! So go a-head, and give me head, lay on this death bed, let yourself be beheaded by the behemoth with the guillotine, you meek bitch, you reap what you sow, so when you creep into Jane's diary again, Breaking Benjamin won't sing you a soul, cuz you got no soul! You feel the whole world so cold? Go Home! Surrender and concede that this Emcee musically abused you to bits, Lord have mercy on your -soul-, Go Home!  

   

   

[Danioover9000]

@CARDOZZO

   Once upon a time, there was a dumb car.

   Who dozed off and drove into the wrong car.

   Then he got out, dazed. Barking up the bar king, so wrong and no bite, now I get to blaze this easy piece of cake.

   You a masculine guy? Yikes, you mask and you lie all day and night, with drinks you spike.

    What a mistake, to think your thick but you paper thin, Imma think to ink  in your chain links, kinks to your armoury, your so called bravado will melt with my pen game.

   You got fake fur pelts, I golden fleece, shower your so called sleeping beauty, that passed out on collision, what a guy. Picking to fight me, forgets the love of his life, the wifey.

   

[Danioover9000]

Absolutely? Absent absolute ambassador, Amish sent by Yahweh's ain't the path we take, so yah persuaded yourself in this sick way, time for me to dissuade this male maid. 

I Segway to your abs, flabby, I gasp. No wonder man, Ask burgers why, cuz Burger King likes Aspergers to buy, so much they gas and can't grasp grass jointed.  you needed abs, heaven sent free, no pennies and cents, makes sense when you went absolute denial.

I freestyle reals, you dream film reels, great careers to choose from, like managing a scam call center. I call BS, like a man aging clams for pearls, since his hurdle is his attraction, can't elope cantaloupe goody breasted fine lasses to drink from his glass, so he got Out Last!

Let's dance and toast! You come be the charlatan, I came to be spirit Charlemagne drinking Champaign made from your deceased remains! Like you said, it's your dream come true, so keep it, in the real you think you live like a king in kingdom? More like you king of the hill, grilled, killed, and berried in the hill with eyes to keep you occupied in your I casket, lost in the tombs, lost in Exiled Kingdoms.

  

[Danioover9000]

   Nice rap song using Lawrence of Arabia soundtrack:

   Kind of reminds me of some of the old generation rap styles back then.