Just decided to start a new thread to see some fresher material. Add on if you feel like it. I kinda spazzed out and went for whatever. Definitely not my best, but it was fun.

Ready for Akshon, now watch me killa mike
I aint the cacthin' feelins' type
So say my name all you want, long as you get it right
If you spit it nice, I must spit it quite polite, I'm twice as bright
Aint' the new school, wearing clothes that's two sizes tight
Colorful bull****, lookin' like they sponsered by Mike and Ikes
Sellin' they soul to that wack ****, I hope the price was right
But then again, how do you define the price of life
Nah, they gettin' jerked agian, it's the same Charades
Gettin' ripped off, like girls shirts and the Puerto Rican day parade
Contract whores, made to slave
Who are so stupid, they ain't even worth what it takes to save
They'll fade away, like Reggie Miller in his playin' days
You can't come off the top, so stick to writin'
While I rip tracks, like girls pullin' hair when they get to fightin'
Spittin' lightnin', this ****s surprisin'
How all these *****es R. Givens, when it comes to battles, like Mrs. Tyson
**** what you heard, *****. I serve clicks, when my verse hits
Kill all these MCs, just to see how many bodies a hurse fits
It's picture perfect, my flow is photogenic
While you bums are stuck in place like a car, with no motor in it
You got someone sick, then go and get him
I'll keep my laughter back, but my breath,.. ****, I ain't holdin' it in
So **** ya bb gun flow, that ****s pathetic
I was born shot out a pistol, my moms just gets the credit
I spit it hectic
My flows the featured presentation, you the end of the movie, and we just skip the credits
I wound these fools, so get the medics
We can never chop it up, or I'd leave 'em limb and headless
Cancer spokesperson, nobody sicker reps this
Everyone gets dissed on, but I'm ****ed a little less with
My voice booms, I break the speakers
While y'all **** sound softer then the inside of them skater sneakers
Ya futures grim, so face the reaper
I'll embarress you so bad, you'll surgically change ya ****in' facial features
Ya stuff is ****, you can't **** with this
I stu-tt-tt-tter, so you have a reason to not keep up with this
I don't buy ya ****, ain't with that piece of fiction
Claim you movin' bricks, only the ones I leave you ****tin'
My flow is hotter then the chicks you dream of hittin'
And'll kill everyone you bring, til ya whole ****in' team is missin'
Chop you like crops, now the cream has risin'
My style puzzles you, but best believe there ain't no pieces missin'
And I'm on a redeemin' missin'
To rid the game of these fans who just dick ridin' and semon lickin'
Hip hop ain't dead, look at me and see it's livin'
And you wont be led astray, like those who believe religion
So don't have doubt, got mad clout, amaze rap crowds
So if you go after me, you assed out
I spazz out
Every verse, while you flow leaves you never on time, like back routes, and that's how
I kill ya verse everytime you get to dissin'
My ****s a lions roar... you just a kitten hissin'
You ruin songs, like when discs are skippin'
My rhymes blow ya brains out, so now you just another witless victim

*****!

LOL. Just ****ing around.