Unnamed Freestlye Rap

[Trevor Murphy]

Hey everyone, sometimes i write songs sometimes I rap, I do a bit of all of it, just looking to get better, some of my music is randomness some means a lot. This rap i got bored one night and couldn't stop typing. i like to write things like this then later take parts from the song and put it with others. just want some opinions.

 

Back to the grind, man, back to the scat, shat and crap

i wanna call mysyelf a lover but i couldnt be that

im way too f*ckin wack, as a matter a fact, i like to think to myself what if the world went black

id make me a snack, pb and j right off the rack, ill hit you with a bat

chillin in my crib, jerkin, got me some water on tap

cuz i like that, and that, and that, and hoes

cuz they aint movin up, they like to get down low

to the floor, where they know, cuz their knees, like to glow

all the red and the blue and the purple and more

i got another cut for the cold, brown, poor

you probably should have thought it out before you bought out the store

hate more love less, count the lashes on your chest

i guarentee that there will be more so you better hope you wore a vest

deaths arrest, its the end, final moments, next of kin

it looks like i am gonna win, ill beat the blood right out of your skin

then put some stuffing in, and display you at my house

half way through the wall like a mother f*cking mouse

and i dowse and i dowse you, that gasoline is smelling great

my nose hairs standing up, i think you have a date

just like this match with the... strike strip....and this fire with gasoline

that didnt rhyme but to save time ill pick it up with this next line

cuz we be going always flowing lyrics runnin through my mind(glowing burnin)

like your girl at my house but she be runnin something else

a motion up and down i call her fire girl michelle

she keeps that pole real greasy then licks it squeaky clean

for the next bitches that will be over in 3-2-1

and you see that my time is never done, i keep going and going until i know ive won

and even then some, because you cant give up, never give in, no i dont give a f*ck

i hop in my turck drive to your house the only one thats there is a man in a blouse

he sits and waits for the perfect time, thinking and staring debating how you might die

and how he can comply with these wishes of mine, and its a fine day for a dinner dont you think

not after i lock you up in my bsasement brink, tink tink tink all i hear is you knockin

my blood is boiling my gun is cocked and im rocked, hard, cuz you know what i did

got my bad bitch molly and im on a trip, so when you come in make sure you dont slip

make a noise, take a hint, i might never let you out but you can always come in   

 

 

 

[bronzerebel]

This is good man. But all of the commas that you use really f*cks with the flow of your bars. I understand the desire too have length in a bar but flow should never be sacrificed. You'll learn that if you ever spit over a track you can't pause as much. But other than that keep it up

Edited January 17, 2014 by bronzerebel