Black Poetry : No Limit to the Funk

rhymebad

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No Limit to the Funk

My art is extreme and a part of a scheme called rap
But walled and trapped then battle and rattle whack crap
Cats write bent scripture which represent a picture of weakness
Scrimmage with troops so my images are grouped under sleekness
See haters in theatres because they’re trying to act and lying
About facts so I smack down these whack clowns with frying
Pans and Tupperware, my plan bright so I handwrite and strokes
A pen and my hopes begin to look up, shook up about the spokes
On my bicycle the chrome glitter so at home consider chain lube
As a plain dude that can win with SCHIWN so my game rude
Look I dodge fakes they like large apes with dog like muzzles
My rhymes clogs their hussles in the fog my eye vision tussles
Dispatches heat leave dark colored patches on cheeks so wash
Your face and march on pace drum majors lots of freaks get squash
My step doubles as I’m left with troubles I stay thug god bless J HUD
Family no love for this type calamity somebody lost it, thirst for blood
Some cats walk among the wild like a young child and lie like crazy
And become a cry baby pledge wrecked when they neglect the lazy
Rhymes in their rap, my trends are different, attend these infants like baby
Sitters, dispatcher of sparks got a bachelor of arts an academic degree
No limit to the spree I spit like Master P I’m a disaster like storm debris
 
DISS TO REEZ

Don’t have a mellow trend and your fellow friend is whackness
Can’t win factless, couldn’t fly above the clouds in a jet not an actress
And your slop mattress is not a posterpeutic so you can’t sleep well
As a freak infidel having nightmare about Freddy Krueger doing swell
On a sweaty computer your spine lame I’ll bind it with chain it smells
You crave for fame so engrave your name on the Walls-of-Shame
Your garbage source is not a college course just a flunky with no aim
My rhymes feast on your vapor should sign a piece of paper saying
You will never rap again I trap hens like you just a chicken laying
Eggs while I’m slaying heads the colonel at KFC know you can’t
Be a deft MC rhymes not finger licking couldn’t shine if you paint
Your rhymes with finger nail polish even Jerry Springer would fail
And abolish your trailer park trash a failer in art class can’t prevail
You a whore scrub at best can’t soar above the rest go to the lab conduct
More tests on your brain dome lame and stiff like Frankenstein corrupt
Couldn’t be a monster in rap acting in an odd thrilla as Godzilla
You not king and you wear slop bling so can you give me your titile
or live suicidal if you battle these I rattle trees like the wind I’m vital
 

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