man dem drive like grandturismo gal dem drive like grandtuismo in a mitsubishi evo fto gto 16 valve turbo wat dem get wat dem know when im busting dwn foundry in a subaru with nitro i suck a left i suck a right i get the hell out of sight cause my mate is touching cloth there trying to ram us off lets wind it back and get on a straight and get the f..k of this estate

SUP DAWG IMA BEAT DAT RAP BUDDY

yeah yeah yeah yeah hell yeah wat u lookin at u havin a heart attack u betta watch out im coming now yeah wat know u look like an a** clown

im driving in a hummer i stop ta get ur number but shots fly by i give a sigh i watch u die man ur mother starts ta cry why why why tha f**k dis happening now s**t!i go pick up my boys den i start ta drive i go by their house an shots fly by i watch dem dye den days go bye i walk out side shots start ta fly i get shot FUCK dem f**k u all ima kill yalls asses one more time days go bye i start ta dye i walk outside shots fly bye they get shot i get shot but i dont watch nobody die b/c i dye to

Its the A-Z-N
yo rhyme is so lame
my cla** work is my thang
im just sitting back and let my chain hang
yo yo
i know this guy he got so mad
that he killed his best friend chad
by now he has to talk to his dad
but lil man got to go to prison
and
the worst thing he has to listin
to michael Jacson
but now he cant take it any more
so he bust down the prison door
running in a panic with the skits-ah-phranic
wishing that this will go well
running down the stair well

i made dat poem up by myself soo hope u lik it nd its to be continue

Wow, the only one that's any good was the OP's.

dis is r-o-b-e-r-t
dont push me
ill pop guns at cha ass
ill murda ya fast
im 2 fast like flash
jack ya mom 4 her cash
cut ya wid a razor blade
have you bleedin in tha road 4 days
what do i gotta say
get outta the way
tk
will hit cha wid the ak
why are you wishin on a fallin star
while your doin dat im stillin ya car
your never to far to get a scar
ill kill you den go back to the bar

let me tell,ya one thang
dat s**t was lame
just give up,you to stupid for dis game
dont even want know ya name
you not the blame
your the cum ya mom shouda spat out
im callin ya out what cha bout
cant be a gangsta cause im white
you stupid ho dat aint gon fly rite
im from mid way
all day,where people scream CK
where bodies get carryed away
put in a body bag ill make you bleed like your om the rag
you cock suckin fag red is the color of my flag
ill let off a mag
real thug ill blast slugs
your small time its my time to shine
so get off mine
o yeah your stupid
im in love wid rap it must be cupid
im the king
you dont smoke weed indeed your a crack never mine dont wanna be mean
so busta dont come back to my screen

see what you made me do,i gotta get you,
f**k you and ya mama,no drama,when i pop the lama,
you the type we cant trust,me and rap its love not lust,
diss yo punk a** is a must,got one kid drinkin gas,the other one is eatin glass,here comes the other one with a s**ty ass,
jordan you know your gay,dont make me tell these peeps bout ray,oops
dats all im gonna say,we know ya moms is a trick,we know you suck dick,we know sharay will leave her kids quick,yall think ya cool,im no fool,welcome to school,join the class,you cant pass,why?cause your a dumb ass,we saw sharay standin on a block,sellin her pussy for 4$ a knock,stop!!!!oops did i scare you,your in my water crab,you cant get out its to far to grab,loose som fat your startin to flab,yeah i was an inmate,but thers only so much a top kracker can take.
TK see ya for now!

You wanna f**k with The Dick, like slick s**t,
You think you put it on the air and you got yourself a hit?
Now listen, 'cause this ain't as bad as it gets,
So I'll just flip licks at you like knives till they stick,
And slice open your arteries, till you're bleedin half-heartedly,
Put you in a party dress, and call your bicth a** Marjorie,
Is it hard to breath? It seems your strugglin' to rhyme,
Step out of the car, sir, can you walk along this line?
You stumble into traffic, so they slap you with a fine,
And all because you can't even keep your beats on time,
And you don't know what a bar is, but I know what a stolen car is,
And if you try to take mine, then you won't get very far, bitch,
If I continue to go at this, It'll take up the whole page,
A new age of rage will be waged as my anger goes uncaged,
'Cause I'm that killa gorilla, that's shaded vanilla,
You got a problem with me? Well I don't know what to tell ya,
'Cause the problem with me is that I might just up and kill ya,
Stick you in the back of my truck with a tarp to conceal ya,
Then drive to Home Depot, pick up a roto-tilla,
And a bag of lime, to bury you, so no one can smell ya,
I don't know why I do this, just that I feel compelled ta,
Every time you step up, I'll molly-whop you acapella,
Beat you with your own patella, If only out of pity,
You say you're from Midway, I wouldn't call that a city,
Pretty s**tty, are you with me, while I'm spittin' this little ditty,
Hell, I may even bring up your fetish for Hello Kitty,
And you're talkin' about flab? You know you like your bitches fat,
They put on their strap ons, and you take it up the ass,
It's your last gasp, put your severed head on a hat rack,
And wait till your stench makes the neighbors call haz-mat,
You should be ashamed, 'cause your rhymes are absurd,
Here you're gettin' shown up by a white boy with a slur,
You've got no talent, unbalanced, like a three-legged elephant,
I'm finessin', caressin' the mic with some gangsta like elegance,
Got agression and stress and anger, like I'm livin' life celebate,
But I'm not I've got so much twat, I've gotta start sellin' it,
So beleive as I'm tellin' it, your half a** rhymes are irrelivant,
I'll take your life and your wife with my knife, just for the hell of it,
I don't even want to beat you, I'm not even into it,
'Cause if I step over you, I'm only steppin' in dog s**t!