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Gank Patterick, I'd imagine that -
- if I wanna start droppin some savage diss tracks
i might need to study up on how to battle-rap
but until then i'll settle for being a genius and lyrical mad scientist;
announcing the discovery of rhymes you didn't even know exist
even though to me they seem so obvious;
and not far from this, i just murdered a dozen tracks with rhyme schemes that are arduous
find a rhyme scheme i like and it's hard to quit
leave 'em leaking all sortsa gore blood and guts galore,
even s**t from various sizes of holes put in 'em like ozone
my mental is f****d like i was born with a dozen extra y chromosomes
i'll jack your clothes with a bat to reduce the chance of stabbin' hole in 'em
i tackle foes with my face wrapped in pantyhose over
a set of fake Groucho Marx glasses, moustache and nose, in smelly clothes
i found inside a dumpster, i might just run up on yah and start an argument
and throw a whole handful of excrement when you open your mouth to respond to it
by the time you post to erowid about a new experimental drug, I'm already on to it
and f****d up up because i'm also on it, some day i might even blowup
if i survive the night and don't asphyxiate on my own vomit
gotta remember to roll-over before i pass out while throwing up
it'd be ironic if i die just before i'm on the top
like Bon Scott did, but with bigger balls and harder, more addictive rock

(needs 2 more)

no homo but cross me, man or woman and i'll penetrate you with a blade and then f**k the knife wound
all my life i've been the most detested, slept-over at Neverland three times but never once got molested
oh s**t was that too soon? i thought it was funny, so really, just f**k you
you know what, f**k my wack raps, i'll likely be committed, or given obscenity charges and likely convicted
i should shoot up and pass out on the train tracks and face the facts that my life is a dismal failure
and my arms have got more tracks than the entire CN railyard
still just a lost kid who's lost it cuz i smoked salvia an' dust then skipped and tripped with molly and 'cid
and i'm unguided like a SCUD because it hasn't got telemetry
staggered into Dominion, in a blue thong with a coupon for grey poupon and i'm so high i might just burn up upon re-entry
i sound like a goblin Cartman gargling with battery acid
to conceal the stench of of rancid breath like something's infected
my style is rabid, frothing at the mouth while i spit
derivative? i'm willing to believe that - i don't just bite, i swallow and digest
you'll only release weak raps if you only choose to consume diseased flesh
i can't quit bein' rift-raft but even if we forgot prophylactics i admit i'm still down to smash
like the zip-tied backs of missile sports compacts after a day at drift tracks
i've been cursed to spread pain since before my birth back in 84
snort lines of coke until i'm broke once more
it gets me hyphy and i'm tempted even more so -
- i'll leave you butthurt or maybe worse bro -
- i'll pierce through your thorax and tear tha f*****g organs straight from yah torso

i'm on a mix of molly and dust - how does it feel? i feel like a smoothie
you can sip my mind from a blender slurp slurp i'm sweating
a breeze would feel tremendous cuz i'm down to nothing but and thong and suspenders
an overambitious go-getter, holding an RPG and demanding that all the cops surrender
i might even believe their lead won't dead or blood splatter (bled spledter) me
i'm already leaking red so what the f**k does it even matter to me (med'tør-to-me)
if i'm hit that's a debt i'll collect like an overzealous bill collector
still after your Blockbuster late rental penalty fees from back in '03
I ain't original, maybe my name should be Slim KG?
i'm not clever i just got debauched wit;
and think and say sick s**t that's toxic
nightmares and daydreams have me seein' grade school bullies to leave 'em chopped up in boxes
what? it's not premeditated homicide, just a free amateur autopsy
'The f**k you on?' I'm Just a random selection of pieces of other emcees discarded steez formed up like Voltron
Writing at the last minute because I'm so f*****g lazy
Failing my own offspring, I'm lucky it's only a tape and not a baby
f**k positivity, the only posi thad-n'trists me is the LSD for ultimate traction
f**k haters i beat 'em and leave 'em in traction after convulsions and muscle contractions
what's that?! i'm only laughin' because i thought you wanted a reaction
and if you mumble on tracks i transmutate your flesh into the form of a pony
diseased steeze, weak emcees i leave breathless and a little hoarse yah see?

what i mean is that i'd probably f**k anyone;
when i smoke woolahz and dust until i scream 'f**k everyone'
it helps me forget that i'm likely my mother's most disappointing son
detached, paranoid, unaffectionate one

ever since i realized i could snort Ritalin
and decided to switch places with my imaginary evil twin
high school was six years spent smoked out and sniffing glue and amphetamine
until i felt imaginary bugs crawlin' underneath my skin

i don't need anyone unless i need to get high again
i live my life like foreign policy, i only have interests, i don't have friends
i get wrecked to forget my life's wrecked and try to hesitate on suicide again -
- until i barely even remember who i am man


if you're listening, i really hope that you can't relate
don't say i didn't warn you in the songs that i create -
- the way i live, i won't make it past forty
and since i procrastinate maybe we can make my wake the album release party

Rhymes, I've got a wide variety and eclectic selection and infect your head with them
my bars are filthy, whether you wanna get with them or threaten them you better bring protection

i'm out of control;
my thought patterns are so fuckt i mightaswell not think at all

i'm uncouth and ruthless, but the truth is
my life isn't worth two s**ts or even the tissue i used to wipe the poop with

i want it all and i'm never satisfied with what i got -
- i'm having second thoughts about having a second th*t;
but if she gets knocked up she don't get a second thought

even if i'm on the top i'd want to never stop -
- getting high, i'm a fiend -
- first i'd PCP lace and then finally blaze through your whole crop


i'm a two bit dipshit, half-wit, social misfit and -
- right now i'm way too f****d;
you say i pay to f**k?! don't front!
i get in front of a camera and get paid to f**k

and if you f**k with me you're quick to get f****d and your throat slit
like some anonymous non-monogamous b***h met off craigslist

so who's first to die tonight? we'll see
i'll have your whole crew crooning nsync (it's gonna be me)
i don't need reminded that my style will never go diamond -
- step to me an' i'll make you die man
i fiend for dust like whack rappers fiend for clout
which one of you rednecks wants equip't wida convertible scalp
you'll get put in the dirt, f**k gettin' knocked out
empty your pockets and show me how much you think your f*****g life is worth
ever since my first day on earth i've been cursed;
- a f*****g depraved pervert, you've never seen worse
i'm in the hospital disguised as a nurse, lurking, to steal an epidural and f**k a b***h in the ass while she's giving birth
maybe if I improve I'll write a technical manual; an' school how-to-rap-Drew
on how to rap through technical examination of one's lyrical creation. In fact, I think my whole approach is new.
I write raps like hypertext, and annotate every single reference
my lyrics are deep, i'll intellectually mangle you
i represent the dark side, using the force to centrifugally strangle you
i know it doesn't make literal sense, it's just a nice rhyme;
i paint pictures with metaphors and leave foes with sore minds
ima'n intellectual great, my iq's like at least two-thirds that of Einstein
when i smoke dust and meth my mind takes off like warp nine

f*****g with me leads to getting your throat slit -
- i'm sick and my mind's atrocious -
- tearing you apart like f*****g a horse dick
you get left for dead like when i find out the whore has syphilis
Louis Cyphre delivers the sort of punishments found in biblical scriptures kid
my mental is transgressive, there's nothing right inside my lid
daydreams of swinging machetes and splittin' wigs
if step to me you better listen to Cage and bring
more firearms than a school of burning squid


Now Louis, see see, watch how I murder this beat, you'll see
you don't wanna f**k with me, i'd kill someone o'r a buck fifty
watch yourself son, imma punishing parent and i act strictly
and you don't wanna try that backtalk with me;
because when i clap back it's with gats and i clap quickly
you'll catch a whole clip and your survival will appear miraculously
still wanna battle an'try'an match wits with me?
my thoughts are top secret, classified -
- and personally, I like feminist women;
we can banter ideology as i'm abusively doin'm, viciously rootin'm
gag on my cock until you're puking mamme
then watch my Trump and Epstein impersonations, imma jerk-off to your sonogram
and penetrate my own daughter all the way to her diaphragm
...
your turn, one-two, one-two;

I like to rap fast like thrash records released by Slap-A-Ham
f**k with me your hearse will be driven by a garbage man -

- an' like - sometimes life is relentless;
so i pop pills and smoke dope to numb my senses
all i can remember is chasing highs and hoping to die
smoking laced 'dro, bumping Killah Bees,
going through withdrawl's got me scratching like i broke out in hives
hitting formaldahyde has me seeing from my third eye
but i move caustiously, my personality is caustic because i'm obnoxious and autistic-
ly mindblind; financially addiction has got me in a tight bind
that's why i'm out sticking up this guy to afford my next high
and if he doesn't comply he's getting chopped up in boxes
Seriously man, you want carved up? stop wasting my f*****g time!

death is my bride, she's on my mind all the time -
i'm married to PCP - I mean it - ring and all;
i get out of my mind when i smoke formaldehyde an' get wet (wed) -
- an' if a b***h don't start to give me head den
imma'bout to unleash some mothafuckin' Armageddon
i'll crush Soundcloud's top ten - f**k'dem -
- inside my own bedroom I'm already a legend;
show up at your at your cyph' and give emcees rusty lungs;
cuz i'm always puffing on at least a dozen dusty blunts
Snitch-Nine clones scream loud but don't even seem raw;
meanwhile my mental is unbalanced like a fat kid on a see-saw -
i'll smack the s**t out anyone, even Sheldon's dear meemaw
right now imma'bout to bug out; so if you can't spit lyrical then it's time to flee dog

I'm thirsty for your bars like they're on tap tbh

Man you got talent...i was really feeling the verses...good flow and imagery...keep em coming!

Pass the 'dro, let me blaze it, you can tell by the smell that I've laced it;
I'm on a rampage, and if you f*****g with me you must be wasted;
I'm converting deplorable racists into hopeless hospital patients after they receive free lead facelifts.

these days i don't attract fans, just cult disciples
real f****n' psychos with automatic rifles
i captain an unbalanced squad of catchers and designated hitters
who won't hesitate to put you in a black bag with a long zipper
rivals i take out like liner notes soon they're lined up in my scope
I bring gunsmoke and always tote
I've been harder than hitting high notes ever since a zygote;
and I like to twirl chive smoke until my eyes look like Thai folks
coming to start s**t? just know imma handle it
with an SKS modified to take a banana clip
with thirty shots in the stack i ain't gonna miss
leave you to bleed out, was it worth it to diss

^ this last one is really good, professional standard.

Don't you drive yourself nuts thinking in rhyme all day, or is it fun?

Do you get live?