nt bad dude!

I make heads twist like a bezzel/i emmbezled the rap game after i made a pact wit the devil/im human enginuity/i move so fluently possibly the only mc wit impeccable energy/im a fusion of musical taste/ska, punk, metal, hip hop, and tecno wit heavy bass/ my lyrical dexterity gon make me a legacy/ a nig sik as banks and the speed of twis got mcees scared of me/ i need a name to reflect my style.any suggestions?

Im an mc not no rapper strickly garage no hip hop cr*pper

Theirs no one betta then me no one who gets mo chedda than me if u think u r thn son redder ull b than a stop sign i pop mine n i drop lines so hot hota thn a sun spot but sum not undastand this got cash in a rubaband this otha man is hatin my skills battlin me will jus add 2 my kills

as i drop a rhyme,im sure 2 waste sum tym.im a chic who's classified a girl,i do wrong in da rite manner,bt do u c a d up error?b prepared,coz dis chic is dared,2 unfold,lies 2 b untold....

Not bad yal,looks like yal need mo lessons/tryn act y,niga il flip wit sum questions/dnt fret the fact that u cnt decipher aint my intentions/n u knw mos im a masta at1st impressions...

Cats r lyk shoprite coz being wack for them its OK/its lyk i hav a di*k on my ear maybe dats why i dont giv awat other cats say/c.t i deeper dan jezebel me not bein hot its lyk mistakin antartica 4 hell!

I rhyme offa da top of my head/ dis nine wil blow off da top a ya head/ whn i pop u dead/ u beta stop or da lead/ whn make u drop nstead/ of breathin/ u fake m.c.s aint believin/ but beta believe whn/ i squeeze ten/ u b on ur knees thn/ ul b gone /dat real ish i b on/

U think i giv a bout u but nstead ul get hit cuz im bout 2 dead sum catz pu t sum lead n catz backz il leave u red n datz a fact jack i pack mackz n back of da cadillic barrel of my sawd off gat lookz like twin smoke stacks il make u choke black wit a rope thn hack u n2 pieces son u no who da beast is

I chose to be this way. Nobody told me i could stay.i know you dont know what to do. Becuse im comming striat at you. Droping line after line with a rhytem thats so fine. With this mike in my hand you know im here to represent.....

U Wack U represent all pusc's / as im getn hi n bent son dont push me/whn im spitn dont shush me/ or il push deez/ b*ttons/ n blow up ur car or house or sumthin/ its really up 2 u/ who eva spits afta me is screwed/ whose fly? yes im dat dude/n i got da knock u offa da latitude attitude/ n yh im rude/ 2 boot /no hesistation niga i jus shoot./

N1ga usin the same word tym afta tym/ chump ffs get a nu rhyme!/Cmon just luk at me im legit/fk yawl just listen 2 me im the /u aint heard beta so on ya bike/my rhymes r dope i own this mike/newyorka that boi cant battle/wots that sound? Oh its ya death rattle/fk u n1ga go sit on the shelf/ i mite as well just battle myself!/punk n1ga im so fly/c that wite blur? Thats me passin ur by/think cos u a n1ga ya rhymes r dope?/boi i got 1 word 4 u . . . Uh NOPE !!