JayYoung314
St. Louis Survivor
u rite bout that but the way he stretches the words makes em
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u rite bout that but the way he stretches the words makes em
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no they don't rhyme period.
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i don't think eminem had ever murdered lyrically on a collabo
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Big Mel
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you're a world class syntax strangler.
him had um nebuh been outshine on him song.
him had um nebuh been outshine on him song.
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SHAQAVELLI
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another great thread from the one and only THE RHYME KING 
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i got eminem because to eminem got way better rhyme patterns metaphors etc
example
I used to be a lone-ly man, on-ly mad, until I got a million dollars, shyt
Now if I on-ly had some fukking hair I'd pull it, faster than a bullet
Out of Tupac's chest before the ambulance came too late to do it
I'm trying to grow it back - ag-ain, it was an acci-dent
I had my back against the fan and chopped it off in Am-ster-dam
I hate the straight jacket it ain’t latching, and can't lock - it
So they stapled my hand to my pants pock-ets
The cell's pad-ded and battered like someone else had - it
Before me and just kept throwing they fukking self at - it
My head is aching! I'm dedicated to med-i-ca-tion
But this med - is - tak-ing too long to bring me this sed-a-da-tion? (Come on!)
Anyway I got down - with - Dre (What up?)
The first man who taught me how the glock sounded - to - spray
Running up and down the street screaming "fukk the Police!"
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I used to be a lone-ly man, on-ly mad, until I got a million dollars, shyt
Now if I on-ly had some fukking hair I'd pull it, faster than a bullet
Out of Tupac's chest before the ambulance came too late to do it
I'm trying to grow it back - ag-ain, it was an acci-dent
I had my back against the fan and chopped it off in Am-ster-dam
I hate the straight jacket it ain’t latching, and can't lock - it
So they stapled my hand to my pants pock-ets
The cell's pad-ded and battered like someone else had - it
Before me and just kept throwing they fukking self at - it
My head is aching! I'm dedicated to med-i-ca-tion
But this med - is - tak-ing too long to bring me this sed-a-da-tion? (Come on!)
Anyway I got down - with - Dre (What up?)
The first man who taught me how the glock sounded - to - spray
Running up and down the street screaming "fukk the Police!"
TheScarsOnSealsFace
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Coach Gully
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I'm going Rambo, fan dough is moving pretty damn slow
The blam blam turned the Trans-am into a Lambo
Scram yo, my Soul Calibur is like Namco
I dance on track but these nikkas is Sambo
Get your shyt split you nitwit
Your p*ssy is a slick clit
When labels dikk you they make the shyt fit
Command this skill invincible like the Man of Steel
My killer's got your gorilla slippin' on banana peels
I'm extraordinary, I know your ex, shorty
Ex'd you with the head, but the sex ordinary
Check the technician, neck glisten
I'm on to catch wreck mission
To rock, you shocked like the electrician
My gift's top edition with swift composition
I debted competitor until they stiff competition
My level, something you peep from a height to view
When I spit fire from the grill like I'm lighter fluid
I'm just the best at it, chronically cess addict
My ironic lead got me movin' at bionic speed
I write thekilo rhymes rough as gorilla palms
In iller times with more slang than dope dealer's dime
My chick's a dikkey, I tell a micky no peeky
Before a quicky, I slip it in like a micky
The blam blam turned the Trans-am into a Lambo
Scram yo, my Soul Calibur is like Namco
I dance on track but these nikkas is Sambo
Get your shyt split you nitwit
Your p*ssy is a slick clit
When labels dikk you they make the shyt fit
Command this skill invincible like the Man of Steel
My killer's got your gorilla slippin' on banana peels
I'm extraordinary, I know your ex, shorty
Ex'd you with the head, but the sex ordinary
Check the technician, neck glisten
I'm on to catch wreck mission
To rock, you shocked like the electrician
My gift's top edition with swift composition
I debted competitor until they stiff competition
My level, something you peep from a height to view
When I spit fire from the grill like I'm lighter fluid
I'm just the best at it, chronically cess addict
My ironic lead got me movin' at bionic speed
I write thekilo rhymes rough as gorilla palms
In iller times with more slang than dope dealer's dime
My chick's a dikkey, I tell a micky no peeky
Before a quicky, I slip it in like a micky
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the rhyme patterns were ridiculous in that world is yours verse