I'm a beginner, But a good listener, Watch as I ice everything, Including dinner, Yeah my raps may not make sense, But there's a difference between, Poop and Random, And random is the thing, That I make, Which could end up, As not being a horrible mistake. >=D More of a poem than a rap. But do you get it?
Yeah, but hopefully this thread won't die out.
Well, look who came, Do put this thread in depression and shame, It's Wolfie, The one who barks at the moon, In no time this thread, Will get closed soon, Now, I suggest, That you stop insults, Cuz, They bounce of my chest, Like broken lightbulbs, I make lyrics, And you ain't got none, Now quit been harsh, And respect everyone. (Yeah) -_- Wolfie...why do you always have to be like THAT?
Hah! Mutha ****as throw rocks and me, They go down like soil on me, Heh, I'm to good for the haters, They look at me like I stink, I just sit here and think, How silly they are and say: See you later, Cuz, I don't write for the haters, I write for the fans, Haters can look at me warmly, But after they look down at their cold hands, Yeah, Lyrics are lyrics, And haters got none, I just write these long verses to impress everyone, So, The haters go to hell, While I look all swell, Smling at fans, Making Money, What the more can you ask for? It's what makes the world go round, I send the haters running outta town! TAKE THAT EMMA!
WAIT, we need to wait until more people come. But for now, I guess it could be arranged. J.D. can be with...we'll have to see. Things will be changed up during this point though so...be prepared to face the truth.
Thanks for the site, I'll check it out when I get the chance.
I still need to work on that.
Freestylez time! Yo, I'm back, With a new song, Playin' on another damn track, Let's go. Yo, You listenin'? To my freestyle lyrics glistening? I got the money, I got the skill, Time to go, And make a mill, Backstage, Fronstage, Everywhere I go, I throw crappy lyrics out the window, Yeah, It's like being left behind, In a world of fame, Rapping off the back of my mind, But I don't write low ****, Heh, I ain't got time, Fo' it.
A Millionaire, I'm a young money Millionare, tougher than Nigerian hair, My criteria compared to your career just isnt fair, Im a venereal disease like a minstrel I bleed through the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind, Cuz I dont write **** cuz I aint got time, Cuz my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar,
I'll be sure to do that. >=)
What about me?...
All's Well Ends Well.
*Crashlands onto Beat's field* *Looks up at window* Hey! What's with the anger management?!
I'm your former ninjaboyz97@hotmail.com >=D
....Haseo, that's the worst impression of a retarted guy ever.
Ummm....well, yeah?
Well....finally.
Ok, you can be Olette if you want. Contact me if you want to change your position.
Cin....interesting name.
Basically, yes. I am mainly focusing on Ep.1 right now.
