Kobeyashi

An anti-social activist, I battle with evangelists
Defacing Catholic manuscripts with ashes from a ganja spliff
Standing as a man of honour, tackling these savages
From mannequins to cannon fodder, trapped inside these passages
A rancid squalor permeates the brain of this manic scholar
Happy horrors borrowed from an acid trip with cannabis
A larynx spitting ink from the scripts of a heretic
Head equipped with militant rhetoric, tripping the terror switch
To signal the Devil's wish of the City of Dead..
with millions drenched..
in the crimson and red that's filling our heritage
I sing for the dead, the souls of the crippled and negligent
With the hymns in my head spoken in diction so eloquent..
that the pictures I sketch...
turnin' from scribbles and images..
to vivid and limitless symbols of lyrical depth
Spittin' with liquored-up breath, out of polluted lungs
A youth begun on tubes, moved to zoots and skunk
With crews of bums, I move through city-scapes of parasites
Loosely tongued, my mood's to pillage, rape and vandalise...
useless c*nts, abuse their little place of paradise
Cruise through slums with tools to slit the veins of Samurais
A Pagan battle-cry to enliven the masses
Until corpses ablaze water the flames and rise from the ashes
N' paupers and slaves crawl through the maze of lawless decay
And saw off the chains of torture they've faced and fight with a passion
As I write on the canvas, I find the mind of a savage
Who idolises idle crime and tries defining the marriage
Between this life and the passage beyond, arose from the freak show
While silhouettes blow the cigarette smoke of the weed tokes
Deceased ghosts and deep sleepers, weak creatures
Who keep screaming "Sweet Jesus, please keep us..
from these heathens, cheats, thiefs and peace-keepers..
who creep deep in dreams, breeding street reapers"
I preach treason, a call to arms for degenerate kids
Feet bleeding from walking paths in the Devil's abyss
For three seasons, I thought I'd pass into heavenly bliss
But winter dawns,now my spirit swarms in the enemy's grip

eye-Q

thought this was a graffiti forum...

__________________

Burt Blaze

A rogue warrior road traveler with the blast of TNT
Cut with the exact accuracy of a lathe on CNC
This reaper's cickle will make the heater giggle
Amputee you quicker so I can de-feet a criple
You see me tickled, means I'm loudly laughin
It sounds like blastin C4 when the pounds be landin
Esplosive tactics blood soaked ya outfit
Doused a matress wit kerosine and tossed a lit cig
Take the evil to main street and unload on innocents
Citizens of all shapes and sizes different kinds of residents
Dead presidents isnt my interest I'm an anarchist
Strapped armed wit a shotty and an ax to remove parts wit
Murder everyone at the bank and torch the money vault
Spray at the cops then agent orange the city hall
Pity no bystanders, women and children and special needs patients
Seniors citizens, when I'm heated there no discriminatin
Spawn of Satan bringin the worlds weakness to light
Pyrotechnics experts and watch this wick ignite
Witness a fight a thousand generations in the making
A thousand gathered nations can't shake him
Sounded earthquakin when he break them
And I stand up on ashes and compiled bodies of my victims
Raped this world in its rectum, now god will answer to me
Cause I'm the president, judge, jury, AND the police

__________________

Nes1

Words from the urban reaper...fuck the police!
I'll use their cuffs to bust out their teeth
Pull out and aim for their nuts and buck when I squeeze
Make 'em buckle their knees and bleed till they're cold stiff stuck in a freeze
And just for kicks I'll open their corpse and stuff it with fleece
Walk away ,throwing my hoodie over my dome
Start lurking in alleys where prostitute goodies do roam
Snatch 'em by their scalp use my sickle to show 'em how booties get boned
Its nourishing to my soul hearing how a bleeding cutie gon' moan
Then I'll decaputate the bitches and lick on their eye balls
And maybe rip open their coochie and pick at their side walls
Cut out their clit and pop it in my mouth like it's midol
Finally carve across (a cross) their stomach like the form of an idol
An scream from the top of my lungs....Bitches I'm homicidal!!

__________________
Reppin Miami and Honduras!

Burt Blaze

Mad max kick attack raps in crack tracks
I slap stacks back to back packed like pack rats
Aww naw I keep a sawed off in a holster hipside
Let my finger tip slid on trigger squeeze and shit flies
Like when it hit the fan man, oooh I'm a bad man
Got ya bitches legs in the air like she bout to the can-can
I got beef, you just canned spam, cheap and disgusting
Your flow is green eggs AND HAM, and I wouldn't eat it for nothin'

lmao

__________________

olliokbarsz

i setteled down with the wrong god
anti establishment turns me into the anti christ
now i gotta be the pariah for the duration of my life
and it dont pay much
mix me in with the dogs without even given me a chip first then when i do get my chip they try to give me manges
i said "i aint tryin to be the man"
Mr. too sensitive
needs a laxative for his anal retentiveness
pays to much attentiveness to the forthcoming resentment of gettin deficated on at the rap olympics
i dont need no syrup
im already slurred
stirred my words with my actions
salutations; i come in peace
dont understand me try to cut me into pieces
and turn me into sandwiches
eat on this got the munchies
it tastes like roast beef
with onions and cheese
a side of ginger ale and violins
surrounded by violence
eat me its a food fight
announce it like iron chef
taken by the full deathy vader voice and shit
i abduct aliens and make them cry and shit

__________________
OlliOkbarsz jihad on Hollywood begins send flowers to the higher powers that be not in heaven but here on earth with me.