Rhyme Cypher

[Drakillah514]

I got wood like a tree so why envy a twig?
I kill my enemy's fam, it's impossible for them to forgive...
I shoot more arms than that which stems from a squid...
I bomb vehicles & guess what? your engine is rigged...
Call 911 have them send in the pigs...
Tell them a maniac is stabbing you and bending the shiv...
I go psycho & eat my competitors...a wendigo lives...
Pennywise, I'm trying to start a movie by ending a kid...

Next Rhyme: Cryptozoology

[Bag Mandela]

Make em retract into their dick hole through modesty,
I came from living in profuse poverty,
To living in slightly less so but still profuse poverty,
I saw 10 minutes of Bridesmaids, if you're a bitch don't do comedy,
I fired a warning shot at el chapo cuz his clique don't move honestly,
And made the Juarez newspapers: Gringo shoots horribly,
So I went back and gun butted him, there's since bin no new mockery,
Shame he needed a bump by the pole but that's the ingrown pube policy,
I knew a dude obsessed with the moon landing, reads all the info, news, constantly,
Knows it's fake yet he studies, like cryptozoology

Next rhyme: Saudi Arabia

[unredeemedoracle]

I am not an average joe I am classified alpha
Move in the shadow of storms with the stealth of a ninja
I walk alone and make my entrance with machine guns like Batista
Kick the door, the sound must have startled Bag that made him busta warning shot instead of clapping this vile piece of gonorrhea
With this amount of heat el chapo disappeared like a pathogenic bacteria
Desperados, sharing a laugh at Juarez papers while taking shots of tequila
Bag told me this mission isn’t ova and he has an idea that will silence the media
Interrupted by Mexican policia and they are going to feel the heat like they are visiting Saudi Arabia

Next rhyme: Showtime at the gallows

[Bag Mandela]

Bow tie and a black rose,
Watch the suspense in the thread, showtime at the gallows,
Martian with the heat they get roast like packs of mallows,
You're in an RnB group called GoRight n The Manholes,
I fuck with grow lighting n crack hoes,
I don't care if they throw signs in a gang tho,
I'll comb lice on their nachos, put old spice on their tacos,
Leaders get a ring round their head, halo, I'm cappin capos,
I don't know why you're an asshole
I'm pro piping at bangbros,
with your mum in a bukkake scene, Snow White n the tadpoles

Next rhyme: Wet dream injury

[Virbius]

Don’t send me sympathy... I don’t give a shit about the emcee industry, I don’t want fame, I want Ed Gein’s infamy, coz I got fresh schemes to treat sex scenes sinfully.
Working through my issues online, like a webzine’s history.
Take notes... I tried composing myself, it’s a lengthy symphony.
More wet dreams than my pet bream Timothy when before bed he ate cheese whistfully.
I get so high it’s like a jetstream’s lifting me through the fresh breeze distantly set free with french geese in west east Brittany.

Next rhyme: Elden Ring

[Bag Mandela]

I like the emperor from flash so I went dressed as him to the UK comic con, Stretford thing,
Stopped at a cafe to get a drink,
they wouldn't let us in,
citing the reason that my outfit looked extra gimp,
So I charged through the door n smashed everything,
Fuck that diners tea n china, they don't respect the Ming,
PCSO watched it all n got to questioning,
Didnt like the host of problems I'd presented him,
So I sprayed CS gas at the police n they regret the sting,
Don't care if it's banned-I brought it out like elden ring

Next rhyme: Banjo Life

[Drakillah514]

Catch a Large Round From A Stick When I Pull Strings That's Banjo Life...
You Fucking Hillbilly I'll Throw An Apalachia...God Damn Those Types...
I'll Hop In A Pick'em Up Truck & Come Tan Your Hide Cause My Pet Badger Died...
I'm Mad You're Live But What I Have In Stock Will Kill Ya, Better Have Your Guys...
YAAAHOO...I'm Dead Set In My Ways, Piss Drunk & Bed Wet'n...
YEEEHAA I'm Redneck'n & Head Wreck'n, John Wick Killing Y'all With A Lead Weapon...
Talking Out Your Ass, Shit'll Take A Wrong Turn...Like The Movie...
I Bear Arms Like Banjo But I Also Keep A Big Bird On My Back That's Kazooie...
If You Spot My Cabin In The Woods, Don't Come Knocking Neighbor...
I'm A Shotgun Waver...Simple Minded, Brain Functions On Occam's Razor...
I'm A Shooter If I Hear An Intruder, I'm Not A Computer...Head Remover...
Buckshot Abuser...I'll Kill Anything, Beggars Can't Be Choosers...

Next Rhyme: Phantasm

[Bag Mandela]

Introduce em to God n tell em it's a phantasm,
Them understanding the depth isn't something that I can fathom,
Minds been made up but my craft hasn't,
I admire that they have passion, shame they last like crack rations,
I chase n catch dragons, jam pads n lock off bad talent, find myself every time Bag bag em, I'm mad handsome, I'm not even writing bars this a hand spasm,
Stay at 10, they couldn't claw an 8 if they had talons,
Your rap name should be MC Cry Wanker Da Sad-Gasm Unfit To Chlorinate The Pool Of Your Imaginary Dad's Mansion

Next Rhyme: Partial tear

[Virbius]

Hey, your posse’s got more herbs than the words to Scarborough Fair.
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and, whatever, if it ain’t sativa weed then it’s hard to care.
Never mind a partial tear, fight me I’ll leave you looking like you tried to bath a bear.
I sold my damn mansion, bought a martian lair,
Plus I’ve been through hell and I got an apartment there.
Shit’s so hot it causes sparks to flare and char the air til it starts to glare and burn bright like the stars, an’, yeah, I’m too cold, like, anyone got a scarf to wear?
I tried holding in my rage, but I’m nice, like, I’d rather share.
I’m nice, like, this shit’s hardly fair.
I’m like a wolf amongst baby cows so you can’t compare when I’m snapping on calves like someone armed a snare.
I hope you got some guards prepared.
I’m barking so hard it’d leave sergeants scared.
My bars are rare, this poetry’s so moving I should charge a fare.
I should charge a fare before I boot your arse to France from there.
God damn, I’m the most high, like, I could prolly answer prayers and regard affairs of the world, all the parks and squares from the clouds on a marble chair, as people chatting bout how they prefer Starmer’s hair, and, shit, I was calm before but piss me off I might start a war like that bastard Blair.

Next rhyme: dietician

[Drakillah514]

I'm Fly At Spit'n, It's Maya Wiccan What I Supply A Written...
I Didn't Realize I Was Supposed To Ride A Scheme So Ima Try It, Listen...
I'll Have You Eat Punches & Kicks But I'm Not Your Dietician...
You'll Have A Lopsided Eye Position, Face Looking All Riot Stricken...
You Pile Of Shit, The Only Way You're Getting Pussy Is If You Buy A Kitten...
I Am Sickened, All You Do Is Yank Your Rod Like You Took A Try At Fishing...
I'll Knock You Out, Tooth Dropping Out, You'll Wake Up Wondering Why It's Missing...
I Don't Want To Hear Any Complaints You Better Be Quiet Bitchin...
The Eagle's Kin Open Your Top You Better Duck Or Run, I'll Fry A Chicken...
I Defy The Fiction & You Shit Where You Eat Like Your Bathroom's Inside The Kitchen...

Next Rhyme: Roman Candle

[Virbius]

Your chances are slimmer than Naomi Campbell.
The shit you write’s more boring than a Skoda manual.
Nah for real, your flows are ample, plus you’re bringing focused angles... I swear before I arrived here this forum was a total shambles.
I’m raising this joker handful like a poker gamble.
I leave opponents broken, mangled, choked and strangled, making graves for rogues and vandals got me digging up dirt like I’m tryna expose a scandal.
I could even kick it in toeless sandals with broken ankles.
That was light, like more Roman candles than the pope can handle.
That was tight like a load of brambles in a woven tangle.
Bitches grip my dick like they tryna cobra wrangle.

Next rhyme: lactation

[Drakillah514]

A Bunch Of Wack Statements, Weak Rhymes And That's Blatant...
You Tried To Milk The Scheme But To No Ill Effect, You Pasteurize After The Lactation...
I'm No Dietician But Why You Dissin? If Anything That's Hating...
You Stack Bricks Of Cheese Like A Fat Mason...You Don't Do Work That's Back Breaking...
You Just Sit On Your Ass Making Tall Sandwiches That Never Lacks Bacon...
Bitches Don't Touch Your Dick You Rap Faking, You're Too Busy Nap Taking...
I'm A Real Killer I Got Straps & I'm Capping Your Top Like Your Hat's Placement...
I Don't Have To Use A Gun Though, I'll Hunt With A Melee Weapon & Masked Face...
When I Target Your Baby Sister & "Cut-lass" With A Machete, Now That's Jason...
For You? I'll Tie You Up In A Car & Send Your Ass Racing Through A Gas Station...


Next Rhyme: Blood Ties

[Bag Mandela]

My outfit clashes when I wear crip shirts n blood ties,
I add a watch but only sumtimes,
I break up gun fights shouting "lets keep it fun guys",
Moral rapper these are just rhymes,
catch dumb highs til I look wise,
My bitch love spice, she gets it from India that's all ya mum buys,
She got a yeast infection I saw her cunt rise,
I've wasted so much life I'm jealous when someone young dies,
I date supermodels n take em out on bus rides,
Give em the "oh yeah, let's mother fuckin hump" eyes, we go round corners n seriously brush thighs & I leave a towel so the seat at the front dries

Next rhyme: Big time shotter

[Drakillah514]

I'll Flame Your Top Cause I'm A Big Time Shotter...
Like Disney's Hades But These Bullets Make Your Wig Shine Hotter...
I Am The Only God And To None Other Will I Give Mine Honor...
Why'd You Learn How To Rap Sloppily Are You A Pig Rhyme Scholar?...
You Need To Study Proper Flows But Couldn't Even If You Lived By Water...
If Your Mom Auctioned Her Pussy I Wouldn't Even Bid Five Dollars...
I Know I Claimed To Cut Dude's Sister But I Would Even Shiv Guy's Daughter...
I Won't Bury The Kid Why Bother? I Don't Want Anybody To Forgive My Slaughter...

Next Rhyme: Proverbial Firehouse

[Bag Mandela]

Me n this rhyme scheme don't get on like the proverbial firehouse,
Still I steam through, ya get ya shirt creased n ironed out,
They wanna talk pain, I give em hert-speech, a wired mouth,
They go from extravert neeks that like to shout to nerd dweeb vagina mouse,
Butler, send in a girl please cuz I'm aroused,
They're like bad rappers, by the 3rd beat they're timin out,
Bag Mandela serve reefa, high amounts, put 13 inside an ounce, burnt cheese n dry as trouts, I set that OG dirt seed aside for droughts,
Check, I got worse frees than buy it nows,
But I make retarded money like my work be at Hire Downs

Next rhyme: Angry peacock