Anybody that can spit on here???

[Rip Chudd]

4 Corners the desert eagle?
More like a dead hurt beagle
the type to be on PEDs, but claim that he's afraid of needles
Fat like Beanie Sigel, gorilla faced like Don Cheadle
have him pissing his pants cowering in a position that's fetal
Chasing after guys like they were rings and his name was Smeagol
Cornball brother like RG3 he sold out quicker than the Beatles

[4Corners]

Didn't know we were freestyling on the computer, didn't think that as possible.

[-PANDA-]

Write some of your bars on here. I'm interested.

I be stylin' top of buildings, son I'm runnin' free
so much bread on me that I can start a bakery
my ex b1tch I still call her missus, put her out her misery
she missin that long dick njgga, that hoe payin' the sucka fee
these goons be pulling rank, hatin' on this half breed
but I still roll good dank, ain't no one embarass me
y'all can hate the fitted, but this njgga still on his steez
ain't nobody got my pity, fuck all of y'all wannabes

[4Corners]

bob and weave like smokin’ joe fraizer, I’ll waste ya
like Tyson, bite off a piece of your ear and taste ya
never mistake me for a duck, you know I ain’t afraid to face ya
spit wiser in my presence or else I will erase ya
yeah, just know flow is so much wetter than, better than
all these mother ****ers spittin’ like they got a speech impediment
man I feel sickened when I listen.....
to all these emcee’s that lack one simple thing, realism
now im going on a mission leading me to a collision
I just hope in the end that you can understand my vision
No more Gucci and swag, or claiming that you sellin’ dime bags
****’s played out, what im about, man I just like to brag
About my lyrical flow, and show off my technique
No time to think, spittin’ these lines right before the blink
Of an eye, so sly, buy your girl a drink she walkin’ by
She thinks my ****s sweet, I can see you start to wonder why

[KING MEAT]

only if my snears is turnt up


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[KING MEAT]

only if my snears is turnt up


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[4Corners]

4corners enters the lounge, spitting lyrics for the masses...
Quite courageous.

Don't be shocked if he takes a beating before he passes...
Don't chu blame us.

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I wanna see you spit while using some lounge names
Copy n paste ain't accepted in the freestyle rap game,
That kinda thing is considered whack and lame,
Your previous posts where the undercard and this is the main...

Event, you're spent. You're Rich in lyrics but can't afford the rent,
"Sorry baby, no flowers this christmas, all my doe be spent. Can you sell your body to Timmeh? He would like you bent...
Over, spread on four legs. Take a hit from behind we can't afford no bread."

4corners, my friend, Kev is just starting ****,
I'd take out any dude with one hit,
a left hook to the body.
Have grown ass men run crying to their daddy,

"Father, I'm sorry. Got hit with s punch, felt like a lorry, where is ya voddy, please, I need a shotty, Terrel is a black mo****er****er with an awesome body".

Freestyle on the computer.....well I guess I'll try.

Ain't gotta copy and paste, in order to lay you to waste
I be in your town, your girl, homie how my d*ck taste?
Im bout to erase every whack line you just said
4Corners in the lounge, leaving whack ass Terrell dead
you got nothing on me, that left hook to body
don't mean a damn thing when I'm Floyd and you're Gatti
embarrassing this n*gga, in front of his own lounge crowd
trying to come up in this game, mother ****er you just ain't allowed
you're overrated as ****, got rhyme books filling up my trunk
never debate it, I'm the greatest, and you just some little punk
claiming he's the blackest mother ****er to walk through the door
**** I'm half black and half greek, you ever seen a n*gga like me before???
I'm fresh to death, mother ****er I'm the best
till I take my last breath and all these people can attest
To what they witnessed, when I slaughtered the rest
Hip hop apocalypse, ain't stopping this, till there's nothing left....b*tch.

[Terrel]

Freestyle on the computer.....well I guess I'll try.

Ain't gotta copy and paste, in order to lay you to waste
I be in your town, your girl, homie how my d*ck taste?
Im bout to erase every whack line you just said
4Corners in the lounge, leaving whack ass Terrell dead
you got nothing on me, that left hook to body
don't mean a damn thing when I'm Floyd and you're Gatti
embarrassing this n*gga, in front of his own lounge crowd
trying to come up in this game, mother ****er you just ain't allowed
you're overrated as ****, got rhyme books filling up my trunk
never debate it, I'm the greatest, and you just some little punk
claiming he's the blackest mother ****er to walk through the door
**** I'm half black and half greek, you ever seen a n*gga like me before???
I'm fresh to death, mother ****er I'm the best
till I take my last breath and all these people can attest
To what they witnessed, when I slaughtered the rest
Hip hop apocalypse, ain't stopping this, till there's nothing left....b*tch.

Lol. Here it goes...

As time goes on your lyrics get weaker,
I'm still going strong, like a Jordan sneaker,
gonna leave you shook, make you a believer,
cause I see through you, undercover deceiver.

now, about my girl, lets tell it how it is,
she caught you up a tree, drinkin' your own jizz
"hello, Terrel's lady or should I call you miss?
I aint had sex in 4 years, can i have a kiss?
asked four men already, but they takin' the piss,
They tell me they love me, then give me this :*******:."

that's the furthest you ever went with my sweet lady,
A dude jerkin' in a tree, musta been shady,
big n**ger hands with a c)ck of a baby.

Ain't gonna play that gatti **** tonight,
seems like floyd do best, when its oldies he fight..
you know, fighters that just ain't at their best
small mo****ers, but never the likes of a Ron Artest.

see, now your thinking, well that dont make sense,
ron is a basketball player and this aint no dunk contest
let me make it clear for your slow mind,
fight someone big, strong and at least close to their prime.

Embarrassing me is maybe a stretch, You walking like a man
but clothed in a dress, got ya people stressed, depressed,
unlike Superman, thats a whole different 'S' on ya chest,
you pest, you should be stepped on,
thrown to streets...
used up condom.

One thing in your verse I do agree on,
I am overrated but I always keep strong,
Shout out to your mother, she wont forget THIS arm,
cleans all of my dishes and get to sleep on,
the carpet I once just had to pissed on.

You're right about one more thing, never met a brother like you
shook your hand once and felt like I had the swine flu.
You're through, look what i did to you...
exposed your weak rhymes and your perv-ness too.

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Lol, this is fun.

This has to be the last lil line from me,
was real fun, battling you, little n**ger, Sp1ke Lee.

[4Corners]

Lol. Here it goes...

As time goes on your lyrics get weaker,
I'm still going strong, like a Jordan sneaker,
gonna leave you shook, make you a believer,
cause I see through you, undercover deceiver.

now, about my girl, lets tell it how it is,
she caught you up a tree, drinkin' your own jizz
"hello, Terrel's lady or should I call you miss?
I aint had sex in 4 years, can i have a kiss?
asked four men already, but they takin' the piss,
They tell me they love me, then give me this :*******:."

that's the furthest you ever went with my sweet lady,
A dude jerkin' in a tree, musta been shady,
big n**ger hands with a c)ck of a baby.

Ain't gonna play that gatti **** tonight,
seems like floyd do best, when its oldies he fight..
you know, fighters that just ain't at their best
small mo****ers, but never the likes of a Ron Artest.

see, now your thinking, well that dont make sense,
ron is a basketball player and this aint no dunk contest
let me make it clear for your slow mind,
fight someone big, strong and at least close to their prime.

Embarrassing me is maybe a stretch, You walking like a man
but clothed in a dress, got ya people stressed, depressed,
unlike Superman, thats a whole different 'S' on ya chest,
you pest, you should be stepped on,
thrown to streets...
used up condom.

One thing in your verse I do agree on,
I am overrated but I always keep strong,
Shout out to your mother, she wont forget THIS arm,
cleans all of my dishes and sleeps on,
the carpet i once pissed on.

You're right about one more thing, never met a brother like you
shook your hand once and felt like I had the swine flu.
You through, look what i did to you...
exposed your weak rhymes and your perviness too.

--------------------

Lol, this is fun.

This has to be the last lil line from me,
was real fun, battling you, little *******, ****e Lee.

I'm on a peace mission, chilling with Nelson Mandela
piss me off, I'll kill you like Joe Pesci, Goodfellas
I'm a caged demon, it's 20 below freezing
leave you dead in the cold, leave your family grieving
meanwhile they screaming, 'cuz you deceased, and
now we at your funeral and they bring the priest in
I'm a beast off my leash, better stay in your seat
no false bravado please, all that s**t can cease
liquid courage can kill ya, better be ready for a thrilla
rhymes blood spill ya, like ****ing with the silver back gorilla
I'm the leader of my pack when I rap, no gat, no crack
on the track, like that, better know it ain't whack
it'll be better than ever, so whatever's clever trevor
bombing rhymes on you, however, where ever, whenever
unlimited rhymes filling up my mind
killing emcee's like it's a crime, gladly doing my ****ing time
So tell me, do you spit that raw ****, or flow like nas ****
only reaction that matters is if people be like ahhhhh ****
cutting you with these rhymes, straight up on that saw ****
infecting minds with my lines, you know I'm on that god ****
I'm so R-A-W, **** what you gonna do
I got a couple homies that'll kill you for a blunt or two
**** it they can have it, I don't smoke that ****
clear conscience, clear mind, you know I'm always coming with it
Idiotic, psychotic, like junkies hooked on narcotics
hypnotic with the flow, make your girl cum, so exotic
while she's up there dancing, I be rhythm and romancing
ain't looking for a groupie, just a girl who thinks I'm handsome
and I ain't playing, I mean every word I'm saying
never take it back, like an AK I'm spraying
a verbal assault, killer words, homie do the math
no mercy, don't even ask, **** taking the righteous path
I might end up in a cell, down in hell
this place so unbelievable it can't be real
this mother ****ing smell, I can hardly even tell
where it's coming from, but I gotta get some
I can't live without it, can't breathe without it
like I'm blind to everything, I can't see without it
but you know I gotta be about it, when I shout it
confidence at an all time high, and I never doubt it
Ima kill it, flip it, grill it, like I'm cooking on a skillet
always go hard, spitting making you look like a ******
body's scarred, I can see your wounds
spitting bars that consume and make you wonder who you are
evil like hades, infecting mother ****ers like rabies
the itch they can't scratch, going nowhere like scabies
now you've met your match, an emcee that's crazy
end this s**t by killing you, like a film by scorsese

[Terrel]

That was the last spit mission from me, lol.

I'm not good enough to keep it going, I'll be honest.

You have good flow though, 4Corners. I'd love to see some comical stuff though. I prefer the odd jokes here and there, myself. Good shiz, bruh.