ahahahaha nexvissery

before i speak i should mention i try and half succeed
to rhyme with deepest dimensions so attention please
no more sittin with your fork seperatin corn from peas,
ya see i'm scorn with steeze
but today im hear to express some shit, in the form of frees
and mainly through my flows pop'a ghost and inhale it through my nose, exhale out the lips,
then open mouth kiss a can of lucky till it ain't got no sips,
crack and pound everytime i crack a frown
but back i sit, with my boots up on the fuckin' sofa cushions
yeah they're fuckin' dirty and i fuckin' hope you're lookin'.
But another note.. what's cookin'? cause i smell bullshit!
ya pull fits and just bitch, like an irritating itch like wool knits,
grandma sweaters, lately seein' some bandsaw weather,
so whether it was wool or leather, now it's light as feathers,
so i just keep levitating, cause i'm lifted, despite the weather
i sever but never premeditating while the others just twisted,
as cyclones or somethin', but fuck this shit man the mic's blown, or somethin'.

killin trees like lumberjacks, green crack that makes ya tumble back
puff puff pass, and then you call that number back,
smokin till im chokin and tokin until im croakin,
i aint talkin bout the frogs and toads,
im blowin' up like when god blows a load, or gats to domes
im all over the grass like lawn gnomes - and pink flamingos,
couldnt bang my slang if we synced lingo, bingo!
like a football team im straight up blitzed-ed,
warm up your straightener cause wigs gettin twisted,
like bottle cap tops. i get appluase and propps,
cause im known to rhyme non stop, till jaws drop.
so be cautious, the kid with the flow so sick you get nauseous;
stayin' on his murk, can't cop this. stop this, drop this or top this; so just watch this,
and take notes, about the gats i totes, and rhymes i wrote,
with the flow so cold you best grab your coat; no joke; thats all folks
the demonic, slyrocket , im on it, like a boat.

I was at the store/ with my good friend stevie/
lookin' to score/ with this girl thats easy/, a dumb blond beezy/, with a plastic rack/
i tell'em take it easy/, actually no, be riight back/,
went round the corner/ and to my horror/, and this guy gave me a smack/
i hit the pavement, and my head got a wack/
he said it was an accident/ and grabbed my wallet, told me he'd get-me-back for-rent/
i said i need that for dope/ so he throws me a dime-and-a-rock/
i say "HEY BUT I DON'T/.." he cut me off and said "I DONT GOT TIME-TO-TALK/"
i started home, and put that shit in my sock/
lit up in my room, and after could barely walk/ my legs felt like they got rocked/
oh shit, my door was unlocked/ and my drunk mom stumbled in/
we began to fight, then my dad rumbled in/
knocked my ass out for smokin crack/
I was decked, like smokes in a pack/ left with a black eye and an ice pack/ on my sack/ and a one way ticket to AADAC/

i was going crazy, thinkin' bout goin to school, with knifes- and-bombs/ and gats to boot/
they smashed my pipes-and-bongs/ and took my papers now i got no dubs to hoot/
six months later, food was my substitute/ i spent 5 of those six at the mcdonalds institute/
i soon found out that my artteries had a clog/
ran home, put it in my blog/ with a title 'YO DAWG"/
i never used glasses/ i drank coke By the bottle, for that my dad whipped 3 of my 4 visible asses/
the only cups i touched were my double d's and reese/, goddamn i was obese/

it was 9:38/ PM stevie came over again/
said he just upped the crime-murder-rate/ and hasn't been sober-since-ten/
i broke down, and told him my troubles involving the recency/ of my obesity/
he said one word, and it was cocaine/ i said are you fucked in your dome-brain?/
he said that shit makes you thin/, like a pin/ and said wait one min/!
ran to his truck/ no wait he drove a taurus/ and came back with blow stronger than chuck/ norris/
he had me convinced, it was a win/ win/, no more mcdonalds for din/ din/,
i'd be to damn broke/, cause i'd spend my money for a lightbulb toke/
damn that shit gave my wallet an attack/ god damn you, crack!/
sent me to the hospital cause i just had to collapse/
stevie my best friend convinced me to relapse/

graspin purple like i'm macewindu,
burn you worse than freddy kruger's face been through,
up in the led vests, like i'm takin' xrayz,
and stay old-school like enter nexus days,
stayin on my toes like a shoe sole, and underground like a true mole
i don't bust gats, but make crowds tip hats, and clap, standing ovation,
the new hot sensation, cant resist the temptation to hear the creation,
cause im rhymin hypnotizin', cause sly's in, stay tuned for world domination
i stay teachin dawgs lessons, so listen up pooch,
no i don't mean that burnt weed you mooch
i stop you before you start, like a contreceptive,
im no serp, butchu know i'm deceptive, perceptive. you feeling receptive?
cause i tossin' knives in your back, like a circus act,
ditch the hack, berzerkus, like a suicide pact,
let's see you react to gettin' thwacked, remember, key timing!
with abstract art, cracked to the back in the form of rhyming.

slyrocket, mad prophet, hes a lyrical menace,
skills don't deplete but you know they replenish,
he stays flowing, like the streets do in venice,
and stay servin', MC's IE: U like it's tennis.
Spit it so hard that he knock you on your asses,
sendin' out to all y'all in other words the masses,
to everyones, in everyhoods,
i grasp the iron like i'm tiger woods,
Piercing your thoughts so quick, you'd think the chrome is sprayin'
gnome sayin? lyrics get ya mind fucked, i call it dome playin',
I pop the ear drums with but verbal sounds
and keep kids haunted like buildins' on burial grounds
i'm spewin' up ghosts, like a vomiting pac-man
im outta control, outta this world, a cometting rap-man
yet, still clutches mic's like standard cars,
and outrhyme you by far, even with your slandered bars.

deThRaPP~*&
breaking legs like you didn't pay-your-debts,
i'll eat you by the limb, on my thrown of bayonets,
and keep your family for pets, that's about as ill as it gets,
wait, no it's not, i'll frame your body, watch it rot,
speed up the process with 1000 fucking watts,
and drink your blood with a stick of celery,
or i could make you off yourself, via telepathy
and have it putten on my tapestry,
whyd you think that you could rap with me?
i could count your crowd on one hand, while witnessing the apathy
i'll fill your lungs with sand and you know i'll do it happily
wear your skin for a sweater, as the head of mic master faculty
i stay on my toes, and don't slip, unless it's over bodies,
they line my floor, i sacrifice'm for the godlys,
battle me? that's blasphemy, i'll castrate you, you don't belong among men
and to top it off i'll raise you from the dead, just to do it again