Toribash
I guess I'm a shit poet who already knows it.
Anyone feel like a limerick?
Although many of your rhymes are sick,
they lack the restriction
which really tests diction
and can end up sounding a tad thick.

However; not being poetic
doesn't mean that you are pathetic.
I hope my depiction,
is not seen as fiction
Due to the friction it could elicit.

I hope that you think that it was fine
that when writing last stanza's last line,
I was very open
to make syllables ten
when there's only supposed to be nine.


What do you think? I know that limericks should only be individual isolated verses, but that didn't seem worth posting. #ThugLife
Good morning sweet princess
It's the thick dense supreme
With wicked lines and fatal schemes
The death of Zelda by formaldehyde
The rhymes that form inside the mind
I shoot off my paradigms with ease as an MC

Throwing your weak type frame away
As you can read I always have my way all day
These this and those my words will impose
The less skilled with verbs here I expose
Whack raps and fodder as I slaughter my prey

With jet waters I spray all laser like
Chopping steel I deal you feel the fright
As you can see I'm the unbeatable in the field
Blowing through a defensive aluminum shield
Tearing you like paper erasing you from the fight

And with this last sentence I send your existence back to hell

EDITs: Not bad, but you need to attack more, reason I don't restrict myself is I actually write instead of going off the dome which is why I reuse words quite often and what not, but the time and rhymes I hear in my mind are far beyond these restrictions.
Last edited by T0ribush; Mar 3, 2015 at 03:09 AM.
Time to crank shit up by using synonyms.
You might get some knowledge about grammar so homie you're in.
The art of rap is about bending the words,
blow some mind and f*cking comprehend the worlds
about your sickness, in lyrics and in your flow
if you are the pizza, then i'm the dough, Yo.
I came up full of Vitamins like a big juicy Orrrrange.
See how i bent the word with a diameter of 4 inch.
I am psychedelic jedi with the force of a Hulk Smash,
Crush you like a hulkster looking like potato mash
Or mashed potatoes as you bitches like to say,
If you have no flow, than you better stay away.

Hook:
I am the synonyms master.
The black magic Caster.
Scared to come at me,
I'll be a hyped blaster ]x2


Verse 2
Here comes the synonyms train
A sarcophagous warrior with big ass brain.
A meglomaniac with satanophany
Bitch you think slower than my 80 year old grammy.
We calling up the white house with reporters are cameras
Calling V for vendetta mask like anonymous hackers
I'll go viral on the net stomping some rappers
I'll chew you like gum and put you back in the wrapper.
I'm the lyrical genuine godfather,
Thinking a lot faster, Thoughts are a lot farther.
I'm fragile, I'm agile and a lot sharper.
Homophones in x-chromosomes, You gotta' leave it alone
Like am Chelsea Carter.
If you down with this shit from the first minute......
.....
...
You probably schizophrenic. PEACE
Last edited by SKITZOFRENIK; May 5, 2015 at 04:20 AM.
I'm a wordsmith cursed with verses and the worst shit.
A vile winged wicked bird who no one lurks with.

Enter the mad form chaos a force like rockets in the midst of take off
I can hear you're slanging styles based on the whack ones
Like pinning tails on donkeys your sound is tacked on
I'm dominating the MCs with the iron grip of killing fist
Get your ass stomped beat get immersed within the verse
The murderous burns too sick and ill I fill the airwaves
Like adrenaline filled hares chased at the tip top of hip hop
With the rap under wraps don't you dare you say you got the grace
throwin shade cause I killed niggas with the verbal flame
I deflate rhymes like I should be suspended for 4 games
yall wack like toronto for 4 straight
niggas act hard and try to ball like golden state
yall step on the mic look like "oh shit its time right??"
fall out like fight night, I body these niggas like "night night"
there is no discussion, toribash raps give yall concussions
The only rapper out here who never needed the hype man
when I spit this fire yall tear up like eyes full of sand

gonna stick to not posting
I'm back to rap to keep this thread going dead
The poisons are poised in your direction so stand back
Like pins and needles inside the head the pain too evil
Insane with no equal I mash the brains against the grain
Feeble sheep people hollow heaps and blind followers
Get Rekd inside and out back to front left right and center
Here comes and enters the bed wetters after me
Half a magazine out of perimeter with low cailbers
Mentally sick skill set ill supreme
Fills to wreck the whack with slick
Raps heavy hulls of bulk words
Inserted watch it drop the drips to
Burn like acid dizzy from the busy
Fizzing of toxins you can't stop it
A verse*of no exhaustion caution I
Advance with mad expansions of
An atom bomb going off son
Saddle up as I bring the harm
No alarm run fast and far because
Cattle punks and sheep suckers
To the slaughter now sounds are
Strong armed by the savage the
Masses get blasted cold a whole
Nation intimidated by this world
Wide elimination a genocide type
Obliteration I reign on MCs manic
Hip hop attacks ecstatic brainiac
In tactic all packed in hard fading
Acts get ripped apart and trainee
Insects are dissected in sections
In seconds a session to sentence
Your ass to lethal injections
this pup don't know what he's bumped into
i'll teach you to mess with the spirits of shinto
i'm the kami of this battle so watch your skin doe
your name like you're ashamed of your junk
your career is something i'm 'bout to debunk
cause i saw you last night with a nice hunk
saw your face dripping with hot spunk
i bet you wish you were in a bukkake
you less of a tori and more of an uke
your whole rap game's a fluke
and this aint no bomb it's a nuke
i'll change your gay ass name for you
you will now be known as Marmaduke
Brendan (he who passeth judgement on the frequent changing of signatures): I don't do hentai anymore
Ugh shit, kid I'll dip you in liquids
And batter you fry you in the five
Minute hot seat deep fried chicken
The gold supreme raps is what I'm
For I'm told you had a wet dream
About me last night hidden away
Like Takei to Halford you just
Want me take you away so let me
Put my phasers to Stunning have
You melt like butter by Luke warm*Degrees of my speak as I barely
Turned up the heat and though
I already have you on retreat like
Evaporation of boiling waters
I shall continue to bring the nasty
Slaughter sledge hammers to the
Forefront for the sound down son
Here the drums Jumanji the fear
To be inflicted in terrorist like
Grounds through the smoke and
Haze liquors within the maze of
My mind I'm high all high and too
Mighty UFO sighting style writing
Only comes around once awhile
Raise some questions and more
Disbelievers come out to say and
Think be the answers but my riffs
The stance of each verse a curse
Like a myth it's too fantastical
Heavy hard and lots of knowledge
So your brain couldn't digest the mauling
These, wassup I got it here
Like the meth heads that shoot it up
I let I loose on the pussy cats
Straight up sparked like a bulb
Now I bring to you folks off the top
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Running away...