Freestyle Rap

do dat shit

keepin it all bottled up,
this is my life in the trap broken glass empty shells body bags and rats
i can’t lose my focus cause you can never get it back
they call us dead men walking cause our youth are being capped
keepin it all bottled up,
this is the reason i rap the ghetto got a hold on me
so you can say that im trap true facts
the sunsets and i still got on these darkshades
underthese street lights driving down a one way
time to pour it all out
this shit will all end oneday
until i’ll be feelin ghetto from monday to sunday
i was born in this ghetto life
im use to these hot and dark days

i cant sing good so listen up dummy,
and ima spit my way into your money
nothin new just the same old beat,
to keep the hobos dancin on they feet
I’m dat new hot shit on da street,
every line dat ya read have ya grindin ya teeth
so go head gangsta run up on me wit ya gun n clip,
ima say fuck you n masturbate wit da bullet
I dont care bout dyin bitch cuz my soul was bought,
put yo brains on da pavement give ya real concrete thoughts

“I’ll throw ya gang sign up, and then spit on my hand” _{IMMORTAL TECHNIQUE} OBNOXIOUS ~
You throw ya sign up & ima shoot ya hand – cassii =]

Ma rhymes are like lava cuz they got hot flow,
Ya cant dodge these shots cuz these slugs aint slow,
If war is an art Then ive got more skillz than picasso,
And you wont fight back you just alert the 5-0,
But the only tracks i leave are from the tires of my lambo,
You aint the kings of lyrics nah, u just a fuckin joker,
ya Cant spit fo shit infact they should call you king choker,
Ima slice ya in half like fractions you do the math then divide by a bloodbath,
You beating me is pretty funny dont make me laugh,
Or i will stretch ya neck upwards Make you look like a giraffe,
Split ya straight down the middle Leave ya half-hearted,
You think this is bad dawg i aint even started,
See, my fans stay loyal And my haters stay hatin,
Internet G’s sayin they guna cap me well, im still waitin,
Fuck it the fumes from my exhaust leave fakes like you hyperventilatin,
you go practice ya bitch ass raps,
while i flip ya dome inside out like dem reversable hats,
keep talkin shit n ima spit ya dome,
smack ya ass n send you home

Fuck crowd respone this GUY GETS NO FANS he makes his BICEPS SLOW DANCE but u TRY STEP, SO MAN I’ll throw u in a cell with Paris Hilton so u can take her FIVE STEP PROGRAM!
I keep my EYES IN THE EARTH’S CORE so REALIZE I’M THE WORST WHORE coz I’m LEAVING GUYS ON A DIRT FLOOR just to ‘get rid of the RAT’ like SPIES IN A WORLD WAR!
He can HARDLY BEAT IT and I don’t think his BARS ARE DECENT style wise they AREN’T AS RECENT so I’ll tell him to shower up and give him the NAZI TREATMENT!
I’ll BATTLE THIS GAY BITCH in a HAZARDOUS MATRIX in a time warp so u HAVE TO GET FACELIFTS coz u’ll LAND IN A GRAVE QUICK and I ‘work full time’ like servants on AFRICAN SLAVE SHIPS!
He’s a NEWBIE OFCOURSE, his CREWS IN THE WARS coz I’m ABUSING THE CAUSE though I’m not-a-racist I keep shock-on-faces like Sarah Silverman at the MOVIE AWARDS!
I’m a GIRL WITH A FIGURE so HOT AND I’M SICKER than CHOPPIN YA LIVER after consuming a CONCOCTION OF LIQOUR coz OFTEN I’M BITTER about the bombs I DROP ON YA SISTER!
But hey THATS SOME WEAK TEXT I’ll SLASH YA GEEK NECKS then spit raw-raps-in-bars so when u orgasm-hard u’ll HAVE TO NEED SEX!

lemme tell ya something, aiight you was right
cuz i am a girl n ya i am half-white,
but sorry to tell ya yous mistaken kid
cause i aint got no diseases n if i did
it would be from ridin on guys like yous dick,
you wrong cuz cassii keep guys coming back thats a fact
enough bout me lets bring it back,
see i reeli aint wanna have ta do dis
so ima pretend its ya mom so i got protection ta shoot this,
(i dont have a dick)
ma nigga, ma crew run wild, like bathin apestas
only way you stay fitted if u scathin drapes,bra,
or taming dames, we stay on tha grind
ya mom know you but you ain’t gotta rep like mine,
bitch boys get dumped, yous a fake G-Unit
wit a plastic spinning chain, but we all see thru it.

Ima come for real this time,
im a beast on this beat i will rip ya,
take a couple snap shots so you can get the picture,
ima end you take you off the surface dude
murk ya momz cuz the bitch gave birth to you
straight monster you aint gettin next to me,
cut ya feet off so how you gonna step to me?
the best is me so testin me
you gonna die mutha fucker rest in peace
try and attempt you can die like the rest,
toxic bars i make it hard to digest,
im vexed perpexled why these bitches trying me?
had your girl on her knees she was supplying me,
the knowledge brains everythin she knows
then i skeeted on her face gave her a taste of my flow
( im not gay n i aint gota dick, but this shit goes good )
this is war here you aint prepared,
bring ya war gear pack grenades and spears,
i got my sword with me so ima rip and tear,
through ya flesh and ya muscle
im fire dogg, you a cigarette bro
you cant match me you bouta git smoked
and thatz the truth, i don’t think i gotta say no more,
i rip bars and spit on your name
because u aint shit in my books u just lame
neva herd yo name before so must be nothin,
come at me with wack shit i know u fronting,
ima somthing. period your nothing motherfucker.

i throw up this egotistical, mythical slur,
my shyt is physical, trivial contribute tha hurt,
so reambearse me, i cant be earthed im thirsty,
first thing comes first, rebirth the mercy,
verse after verse reach out and search me,
it concerns me,that none of these muthafuckaz r worthy,
ya reppin yous messin with a cold hearted blessin,
my measurments are to far, for you to be measurin,
reassure my ressurection infested with deaths conceptions,
im a deep conceptionist to stretch a mess that left an estimate,
of definate corrections, im devil made insanely the level is unattainable,
guns aim and claim ya crew stain a fragrance paint it blue,
milimeta preachin wont deseive your misconstruity,
hit ya fullest unity and ruin ya opportunities,
my flow is hard to note kinda like i wrote an oath,
and you gon’ hold ya nose cuz ill decompose ya growth…

nigga i spit fire threw dis mouth of mine
if 43things turned into access granted, ya shit would be denied,
ima git to the point wit my hollow plan
ima blast out ya vital organs, leavin you hollow man,
all i do is spit game like a sports announcer
bodyslam ya ass, you mistacke me as a club bouncer,
obvious to my touch you surrouned by darkness
even if i had cottonmouth cassii could still spit,
im not a joke lil nigga, you dont want it wit me
i scorch ya body in flames make ya look darker than charley murphey,
see in this battle you tryna to be all hype and i can win this shit when im calm
ill fuckin scalp ya bitch ass, and send ya braids to ya mom,
niggas say im herion and sex together that means im dope as fuck
n you like mustard in the game, so ya needa git this line n ketchup,
ima brake ya bonez so you go needa cat scan
cassii too hot like lil wayne, but im da one on fire man.

dog i feel ya STRUGGLING sounds like you a CLOWN JUGGALING ya problems but lifes up n DOWN shits hard but you HARDER but lemme jus give ya a STARTER you aint gotta getta job jus get MONEY take care of ya baby n ya HONEY n yah i been locked up TOO but life only gives YOU problems so YOU can make it THROUGH so yeh its not easy NOW but it go be okay in AWHILE jus take care of ya self n ya people cause thats all we GOT sometimes what seems little is really ALOT ima try to help you OUT cause thats what im ABOUT its called good lookin OUT but im jus one voice n you can choose to LISTEN homie times is hot sounds like yous boilin in the KITCHEN.

i hope shit works out for you dawg
be easy, cassii