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    I pirate shows from NBC to create an ~angry peacock~./
    Out of protest with ~angry language we drop~./
    To ~frame how famous we got~, sus~taining paintings we prop~./
    By ~hanging paintings~...wait...~hanging paintings we died~./
    The ~black experience~, a ~vast experiment~ ~aimed to shame our detox~./
    From the ~rain when gangstas be shot~, till the ~pain we reign through Bebop~./
    Not a Cowboy but the music with the ~dangling chains our feet got~./
    That would Spike resilience through enter~tainment mainly we watch~./
    Now eff Law & Order, till the ~gangs obtained through these cops~./
    Who shoot blacks, but ~mainly blame our key tribes~./
    To have our Blood in a CRIPt, ~gangs remain to be shot~./
    Filmed and produced by the ~heinous Angry Peacock~./

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    Ya mums vaginas septic n stinkin,
    She's sat around thinking why her genitals itching,
    It correlates with the fact deez nuts are kinda reddish n stingin,
    They came for God n got bars it's like arresting a pilgrim,
    I only lose money if these wet wipes are telling n snitchin,
    My stack of green - giant, ya don't find a vegetable singin,
    I got something to break the ice, ya head'll be spillin,
    You don't want that pick in ya mind, uh, testicles swingin? ||
    While I'm getting in fights n sexin the women,
    They're earning extra on nights at Renting n Rimming,
    You'll catch a beat when I be sending a kick in,
    I never see defeat like a pelican swimming

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    I'll dissolve your life, it's off to Christ with deadly weapons seen./
    Slaughter life, squads will die with teks till lead's between./
    Your skull and eyes which left your neck and spleen./
    A target I'm the office type to wet the mezzanine./
    Saw off the rifle, pause and snipe who's left selectively./
    Walter White with Methamphetamines./
    Walls are wiped from red incessantly./
    Nas on mics with records secondly./
    Squadrons might be dead to melodies./
    Authors like me set the effigies./
    In the end I'm cold as...arctic ice in weather separately./
    My bars are bright like parking lights, sharp as knives...
    Smart as Harvard guys, all who try accept they're less than me./

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    The way my fragrance caress a bitches nose is pleasant, that eau de Beckham, 2 for £15 in the deodorant section,
    I kill party people vibes, stone cold depress em as I recall Xmas day when I was only 7, just me, alone except an unopened present, blank tag cuz I never wrote a message to my dose dependant... I trail off with a croaked inflection, party bitches feel the tone direct em to show affection, pro deception, my childhood was the shit I just stole attention cuz I'm a soulless peasant that knows emotional girls take the ho-ho-whole erection, no redemption, pull out the oil n keep her moist like how you roast a pheasant for the full 35 explosive seconds,
    I hit em with a "no - uh - yes" n shrug my shoulders, guess n admit I wasn't listening to know the question,
    I got bars in bars in bars checkin my phone reception ordering a vodka, hold the lemon, while I'm complaining that the hotel's knock-off Hobal Essence is not as per the advertised soap selection,
    Their styles have the bold aggression synonymous with driving from bow to Peckham, I leave them to loathe the remnants of their own reflections when I wig n pass Crewes like going Stoke to Preston

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    Coalescence?
    I’m too nice with this, like over-pleasant social presence, Biggie Smalls on growth suppressants, that was light, I glow fluorescence.
    Always going all-in, I made slow progression in poker lessons.
    Uh, what do you mean the deck of cards has got no elevens?
    I mix lean with Jim Beam and cobra venoms.
    I sit drinking tins of stolen Tennents with homeless peasants.
    I got game like loads of pheasants. I’m good-looking like honed perceptions.
    I’m god tier, ain’t gotta ask popes for penance, when I’m so cross it’d get Jehova jealous.
    Fuck an eighth, I smoke a seventh in sofa sessions. I don’t smoke, I eat dope confections. These ain’t drugs, these are gnome repellents.
    Y’all spineless, I got a whole bone collection.
    Edit: I wrote this before I saw Bag had already wrote the section.

    Oops, shit, don’t let Gideon Grim and his rhyme cops see.
    Tchaikovsky...?
    Your girl eats out of rubbish bins; she’s quite foxy.
    Using icebreakers like I’m tryna fight Trotsky.
    That was cold. five oxys with my iced coffee.
    I hate religion, but I admire Christ’s moxie.
    I’m god tier; biblical scriptures might dox me.
    They should invite me to NOME, shit, I’m like Chomsky.

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    Re: Rhyme Cypher

    My stimulant tolerance must be peaking, honestly,
    Grams up the nose like OAPs on snobbery n I don't feel it in my heart like a weak apology,
    I put sheds on wasteland, building a real monopoly n sell it as a cabin with a scenic rockery,
    Tin Woodman's a pedo tryna skeet in Dorothy,
    So much shake in the joint that my knees are wobbly,
    My English teacher was a sket, my GCSE's went horribly,
    I spent too long giving her painal n got a D for sodomy,
    I devised a self governing system for defeating poverty that achieves equality,
    described by people mockingly as a genius comedy in a time when all we really need is cheaper property,
    My next pitch up's called you can't beat motony

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    If someone tells me I can have a banana... I’ll plan a departure and travel to Ghana on the back of a llama to casually barter with African farmers for apples and guavas.
    I’m on road with Saracen archers, I pack daggers and armour and treat playfights like the battle for Sparta.
    This a god of war versus a pacifist dancer, a rubber duck versus the Spanish Armada, that dumb fuck Trump versus Barack Obama, or like comparing single malt with an average lager, or a fan of Nirvana’s to Hannah Montana’s, the only fight I ever lost was my battle with karma.
    People try establishing drama like hassling Starmer about salmon masala.
    I whittle a shiv and stab a commander, twist the handle in farther, breaking off from the point like a tangential answer.

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    Re: Rhyme Cypher

    Breaking off from the point was wild gully,
    I wonder if Hitler ever said "it's not hi, it's heil, dummy"
    Mimosa hostilis extract unlocks the mind fully,
    That's spice up ya life like oof ya bastard & mild curry,
    Turned up at my dealers gaff in a slight hurry,
    My tax is due soon n my bank accounts quite bummy,
    So it went hi bud, nice bud now it's mine buddy,
    We're sweet but I had to lift the kush n up to find money,
    I turn up at feminist groups wearing a white skullie embroidered with the slogan "it's dinnertime, honey", droppin lines tellin em their smiles lovely & I like chubby, "Christ wookie, have you had 6 months off shaving your legs or are those tights woolly?", "You're a comedienne? How about you jerk me off til you write funny?" cuz the only thing worse than a sly hussy is dry pussy

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  9. #444

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    I left cuts that ~may just bleed~ in the ~shape of matrices~./
    ~Basically~ with razors, ~blades will leave~ scrapes placing them ~achingly~./
    Lines in my ~skin amazingly~ ~into blades between~ the veins ~splintered crazily~./
    In ~rows or columns~ to ~expose my problems~ and ~mental agency~./
    ~Pencils placing these~ images ~in creatively~ when I'm just ~demonstrating deep~/
    Intimate ~mental plays for me~ winter's been ~sent displayed for free~/

    I acknowledge my struggles./
    As the molecule bubbles./
    Biological muscle./
    Diabolical scuffles./
    My own solitude buckles./
    Vie for logical hustles./
    Try and follow my troubles./
    Flying off in this shuttle
    I arise from the rubble./
    In psychological puzzles./

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    Re: Rhyme Cypher

    rhymes a scheme no one asked for, that is gay,
    Doesn't write a next rhyme, masters aids & earns the right to find some bonnie Tyler tracks to play as the soundtrack to a sombre cry wank in shame,
    I'll liberate your dollars, go ahead cap away,
    I liberate Euro 2 like permanganate,
    Clap n give you 10 like pat-a-cake,
    I gave ya girl the standard rate to help me masturbate - a bag of base - shook my tail 50 times a second like a rattlesnake,
    She suck like vampires who haven't snacked in days,
    Willing to break your heart when there's crack at stake,
    Your shits lighter than salad plates n cabarets,
    I'm a boss, you do a shitty job, can a raise,
    Go ahead grab a K you little batty-crazed faggot-face,
    Try it, fire it, I won't have a graze,
    I'm bullet proof, that baby don't hurt me, haddaway,
    This cliché snitch asking where the bullets went, they went that-a-way,
    People tell you "leave" n you ask to stay,
    I'll pimp slap this fake, ya back'll break, that'll ache, you'll be a gay liar having trouble standing straight, spend your lasting days moving like a spastic mate, n get remembered for your motor skills like faraday

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    Fappers delight in "jacking the mic",
    Instead of grasping an actual one to rap in it right
    My dogs not ones to gnash with or bite
    They prefer to send you to the afterlife with flashes of light
    My handles is nice, Harden with the block
    Or Kyrie on a fast break dodging 'em shots
    Suckers are like pol-ice guarding them twats
    I snap quick and ya bitch hops on my cock
    Awesome to watch, the way I flow? A thing of beauty
    To hit that booty? It's my duty, do it dutifully
    Go against? Who could with me? Zero I could see
    With zero accuracy, could they actually hit me
    The game is risky, I pray that the fame doesn't grip me
    Or it's going down hard like harsh whisky
    For those who aren't privy, you're officially on notice
    I been known ya blood type, like a mosquito's proboscis...!

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    Re: Rhyme Cypher

    Rhymes a scheme no one asked for, bumba feeler,
    Doesn't write a next rhyme, but achieves a golden opportunity to go suck a weener,
    You wouldn't touch the sides bangin thumbelina,
    You got a girl but you paid me to fuckin beat her,
    You just came with her to moan like some pumba geezer,
    If my pants baggy it means I brung the heater,
    Plus I'm into ball room like a rumba teacher

    Next rhyme: Simple twat

  13. #448

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    I guess a simple twat will never get the message
    You don't have to give salaat to realize all your blessings
    All the shit that niggaz drop really ain't impressive
    So even tho they the opps why even bother contestin'?
    Stressin', to put my facial in their crosshairs
    Can't understand why they so "focused", I guess cuz they all weird
    It ain't nothing to stretch a hater out like a lawn chair
    Now watch the size of the fuckin' rocket that I launch here!
    No ducking it, 'n my style, ya girl loving it
    Her only focus in life, to turn me into her husband quick
    On the highway I'm gunning it, ain't no lookin' back
    The jewels around ya neck? You know I'm booking that
    Don't get hooked on, scrap, my type of time you ain't on
    Or get ya blood smeared on the wall like Grey Poupon
    I shoot pawns, deck knights and poly with kings
    Compare every verse to the Q'uran...it's a glorious thing...!

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    Glorious things tainted & tarnished by inglorious bastards.
    Notorious false prophets claiming OUR thinking is backwards.
    But in our world, we put cash first, and honor second always.
    Who's right? Seems we run farther apart down the same hallway.
    In a world that casts judgement like we stare through holy eyes.
    White collar lies and financial crimes, blood spills in thoughtless crimes.
    Are we really made in HIS image? Our perversions cloud the facts.
    A modern-day Sodom or Gomorrah. Sins ha- ...count the stacks.
    Pointing fingers of our bloody hands as if they don't need washing.
    Pain lingers. Drowning sorrows on demand as you're debauching.
    If you truly opened your eyes, would you still cast those stones?
    ...It's a glorious thing...!
    Painting portraits over our own flaws so they stay unknown.

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    Hey...
    Rexb...
    You were supposed to find rhymes for ‘simple twat’, not... whatever... this and that.
    Fucking idiot.
    I like thick chicks, a simple twat that’s a little fat.
    I’ve completed the Tinder app.
    Milkavelli once rhymed ‘Hitler tache’ with ‘Fritzl flat’.
    This ain’t a rhyme cypher, it’s a civil chat.
    Your mother loves my twelve inch dick, she admits the fact,
    That’s a foot for a cougar, like Zouma when he kicked the cat.
    I told her “bitch, show me where your nipples at... if you do I’ll get your name inked on my wrist for that”... she asked me why and I replied “it’s tit for tat”.
    Your whip ain’t shit, in my driveway there’s a digger sat... I tunnel into banks like a river rat.
    I reign and go over heads, yeah, hear the pitterpat.
    Your bullshit ain’t go deep, like a pit of pats.
    I got an Irish friend who loves Greek bread, we call him... uh... Brian, actually.

    Fuck it.

    At least Grimmyreaps assigned a next rhyme: trade off.
    My material’s well suited. we ain’t cut from the same cloth.
    Ay, I gotta get this shit off my chest, like, wait... [cough]
    Fuck the police... you may scoff, but I get surrounded by pigs like a grain trough.
    I’m cooking, I’ll boil your bones to make broth.
    I drink from a human skull, and straight quaff, coz I like my beer with a head and it ain’t froth.


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