Rhyme Cypher

[Virbius]

Quantum tunnel...

I spill drink for dead friends til the vodka puddles, and I keep on pouring til flotsam bubbles.
My shit’s conscious... subtle... I’m often troubled by solemn struggles...
I decided I wanna buy chocolate truffles, but shit, I just stomped the shops to rubble.
I pray, wait and then drop rebuttals. I strap massive bombs on my chest and then offer cuddles.
I piss off cops and mobster huddles then abscond from trouble through quantum tunnels, and arrive through before I even leave so now I’ve got a double.
I got doctors puzzled, they scanned my damn brain and they got befuddled, all thought my results and a god’s were muddled.

Next rhyme: aardvarks

[Bag Mandela]

Another day-to get graphic it's a bar chart,
Give me orders, Nelson muntz em with a haha,
I'm fuckin models in a Micra in a car park,
These suckers eat their Aunts like they're an aadvark,
Don't hang with pussies or the bumba or the rasclarts,
Call a spade a spade we don't do dark hearts,
Pudsey bear wishin he didn't ever start darts,
Know I stay classy but I still fuck with Karl Marx

Next rhyme: True Indeed

[Virbius]

True indeed, a mutant breed, I supersede human needs;
Unless there’s cess in the air I refuse to breathe.
It’s true indeed, that in police pursuits I pursue police.
True indeed... my dog walks me, I chew the lead... no telling what I’d do if freed.
True indeed... Pooh and me are brewing mead.
Yeah, indeed it’s truth.
Why these people reproduce? I ain’t see the use.
Heading for the grave via scenic routes.

Next rhyme: Catharsis

[Bag Mandela]

Harder than quadriplegics tryna practise Pilates,
Expensive hitman of the dearly departed,
Psycho serial killer, knife slasher artist,
But even after admitting this there is no catharsis,
Find me introducing myself to militant Nazis,
"Sorry to interrupt your conversation about niggers n darkies,
But I'm creating a merger of political parties,
based on the fact Hitlers a mark n how sick the Qur'an is"

Next rhyme: pale horse

[Soar Kaid]

at 110

I was in the city with my chick ,
when a pale horse came out of the thick ,
Its name was Tom ,
He was the bomb ,
He dropped death in his wake like he was with Def Con ,
People became hateful ,
when tom put spells in the air with his mind ,
there was then total destruction in the smallest of time ,
cuz criminals became even worse with their felonious crimes ,
When tom put magic in the air with his mind

next word: Network

[Virbius]

Pale horse:

I rock a knockoff Ralphie Polo where the logo is a pale horse.
I rock a Nike new era fitted crown of thorns, made of gorse.
I preside over pagan courts as they pray to me in ancient Norse.
I made religion change its course to tainted thoughts by pissing in the grail’s source.
Now I feel a certain way, and, shit, it ain’t remorse.
Hey, ain’t hate such a great resource.
Hope and trust can be fatal flaws which I ain’t endorse.
My house got a sound system set up just to play applause.
My driveway displayed a Porsche til I upgraded my whip to a pale horse,
Ain’t my fault if the thing shits ectoplasm out on the neighbour’s porch.
I mean, I do clean it up, and I pay, of course,
I’m nice like that.

Next rhyme: network

[Soar Kaid]

Secret Killer Realm Style X 3

I give 2 rats about a network of crime ,
Cuz thats a way for the man to get you to do temporary time ,
I rose from the chains to a prison throne ,
while knockin other slaves out with the Midas glow ,
Rich criminals do us in with the heat ,
lay us out ,
they say they can give us peace with the piece ,
You'll never see a blissful representation of a better way ,
While we live our depressed days dodgin strays

[Soar Kaid]

oh man... forgot...

Next word: glimmer

[Bag Mandela]

Winner winner, Pihkal dinner,
Get whipped into shape, get bodied with filler,
A couple bang, then another couple bangin like swingers,
Leave em in a pool of blood it's Piru swimmers,
Zim zimma I don't own a beamer so who got the motherfuckin keys to my Plymouth Colt Vista,
Tryna take my money so you can dial rent-a-mister,
End up face down reaching for that green like you're deng at twister

Next rhyme: sunshine bus

[Virbius]

I sometimes cuss and do unkind stuff.
My mind like Carl Sagan’s, if he mooned at the sunshine bus.
I tried to film some stuntguy snuff... it didn’t work, the runtime’s nuts.
I tried to pimp some sub-prime sluts from a sunshine bus but I had to stop or their mums might sus’.
I tried out moving drugs like Gus but got overwhelmed by the lunch line rush. damn.

Next rhyme: uranium

[Bag Mandela]

Bring a strap n get clapped while your aimin em,
Put U in a box, I'm in my element with a 9 too like Uranium,
I fight n kick em while they're down, I don't mind berating em,
Get a boot so much you'll think I'm Canadian,
I started makin porn flicks, at first fools were hatin em,
So I started using lucid chicks n stopped sedating em,
Now they want live shows, me n a slut, my pole in her cranium,
Click clack boom getting dome in a stadium

Next rhyme: laundromat

[Virbius]

I once took a bloodstained suit into a laundromat...
Oops, silly me, forgot there’s still a corpse in that.
I dumped the body in my basement... forgot I bought a flat.
So my downstairs neighbours filed a report (the twats).

Aye yo, I once walked into a laundromat...with no clothes, just an enormous hat and jordan spats, bollock naked, rubbed in porpoise fat, and starting asking old dears where their daughters at.
Moved in and stayed for a year (I’d been kicked out my former flat ... coz of a corpse but I already talked of that).
I’mma boycott Ikea til they start selling torture racks,
They can call it whatever they want, fucking, Svorgrsblatts, or...
I got vault-tec implants but I don’t resort to VATS.
I holiday in experimental chemical plants (resorts with vats).
And fuck the government, I ain’t afford the tax.
I talk to myself but never listen so I bought a cat.
Equipped kitty with adamantium claws to slaughter rats.


Next rhyme: toilet roll

[Bag Mandela]

I was in a portaloo, dumped so hard I destroyed the bowl,
I know - Charmin, I even made the toilet roll,
Sick of chasin rabbits but can't avoid the hole,
All I've done is piss off worms & annoyed a mole,
They go rags to riches I go Royce to dole,
My dicks a trump card, not a disappointing pole,
Groin to toe,
Nuts so big my knee joints are swole,
Is the world really your oyster? No,
Unless of course you own a fuck load of oil n coal or join the 'elite' touching little boys patrol,
Flesh n bone vessels for a poisoned soul,
Sometimes I wanna give my last penny for a coin to throw

Next rhyme: Bet riggers

[Soar Kaid]

Stadiums always held bet riggers in vegas ,
Told them to hold the numbers in the next sentence on the papers ,
Whether it was Mike Tyson boxin in the garden ,
Or Ali slidin out a punch leavin his opponent disheartened ,
These betters always cheatin to get over with a test ,
Got the crowds feelin outta place when they bet for the best ,
They aint comin correct ,
Cops won't arrest them cuz of the official badge on they chest
and the fans could kirk out to make the place a wreck

Next rhyme: Brick Layer

[Virbius]

Psst, Soar... you’re supposed to rhyme what was picked playah.
Or get blocked on every tier... no bricklayer.
Let’s figure... ‘bet rigger’, there’s a lot you coulda said kidda, like, your grip dents triggers, made so many graves that you rent diggers, shit, the list gets bigger, you coulda said anything, except n... nah. not even top cops can predict capers, I’m on a roll like Rips papers...
I sniff an ounce of coke with a menthol Vicks chaser.
I’m gonna go get some drinks later... don’t like to get drunk, I just love my sick’s flavour.
I’m like Hercules... if getting fucked up and chucking guts up in the sink was his fifth labour.
And his sixth labour was taking a shit on the step of his pissed neighbour.
I’m swinging my dick, tip pink as a Sith’s sabre.
I used to spray paint on walls, but police are prick haters.
Now I scratch graf tags on the backs of dead bricklayers.

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