And no one will ever listen to, we'll see about that homie. I'll give you some money for more weed to waste your life with when I have tons of spare paper to burn.
drinkwine732Posts: 20,418destroyer of motherfuckers
I'm really not carrying this on about the word kamikaze. I used it fine, it's not like it makes absolutely no sense or is a stupid line. It's always something to nitpick with you faggots.
And no one will ever listen to, we'll see about that homie. I'll give you some money for more weed to waste your life with when I have tons of spare paper to burn.
You can't really say anything about him smoking weed since you like doing it
And no one will ever listen to, we'll see about that homie. I'll give you some money for more weed to waste your life with when I have tons of spare paper to burn.
You can't really say anything about him smoking weed since you like doing it
Keyword = moderation. Dude is permabaked and one of the most stupid people I've ever come across.
Who cares if he fucked up one term. :-?? ...just something to start another argument about I guess.
Erik, I liked the rap, it had similarities to All that I got by Ghostface, it gave me that vibe \m/
Nice job erik the lyrics remind me of something tech n9ne would would write.
Thank you. \m/
Your writing impressed me here Erik. Expressing feelings and thoughts can be hard to do, especially when you really look at yourself with an honest eye. People love to live in denial because the truth hurts too much. The more honest you can be when you write, the more people will feel it and identify with it. (not rap but the first song that comes to mind is "Rapture" by Hurt.
In my ever so humble opinion, however, it should of had a much darker beat to it, and a little more fire when you spit it. Your diss track had the fire in the vocals, but it lacked truth. This had the truth but lacked a little fire. Blend those things together and I think you will really have something.
Also, still not hating, but one more though for next time, more change ups in the delivery would also spice it up more (see Tech N9ne)
And no one will ever listen to, we'll see about that homie. I'll give you some money for more weed to waste your life with when I have tons of spare paper to burn.
much better.....I share WOA's sentiments on the 'woe is me' angle, but if you're writing for you and not to make a hit single, then it's cool...keep trying to move a way from hip hop/rap cliches, and be true in your lyrics.........
Thanks. I swear both of you are bipolar, but thanks regardless.
Anyways, wrote one of my verses to that 1,000 Ways To Die song I'm doing with my Cousin this weekend, we're doing it over that Oh My Fucking God beat that I made.
Lyrics:
Homicide, suicide, any second, you could die. Death, fluid digestion, burning organs, caused by sippin' lye. Nine inch nails through the eyes, saw to the neck. And you'll get your ass capped for a lack of respect. Could be a 9, could be a tek, either way, no fun for you. I could sew your lungs shut, fill your arteries with glue. There's also cement shoes, man, I hope you like the water. On the way down, meet the fishies, shark slaughter. Test your luck, don't press your luck, you don't really wanna play with Death too much. You don't really wanna play with Meth too much. It's a sudden overdose, your pulse is cut. Speakin' of that, ya pulse is cut, you bleed out in the kitchen. Man, you lucky to be livin', it's a gift to be survivin', I suggest you quit your bitchin'.
Holy fuck, I'm smiling so hard right now. One of the best compliments I've ever gotten hands down. I feel like a million bucks right now.
holy shit. pure raw emotion.. youre a really good writer.. when the background singers came in at the "knife that bitch" line i got chills.. kinda like when ur listening to an immortal technique song or something and his story telling is just mind fucking u.. felt the same way haha.. well done
Lyrics: Call me MegaMan, yo, this is straight adrenaline. All of the current haters gon' turn out to be my future fans. I'm thinkin' of a master plan, light up the game like jack-o-lanterns, somethin' like a rubber band, because my flow's always expandin'. Yo, I do this shit for me, nobody else. I'm the heavyweight champ, now where's my belt? These suckas seem sodium, pass the salt. Man, I'm made of dedication, count every cell. Meditate, every day, my religion. Music is my God, I'm crucifixion. Die for this shit, that's demolition. Cookin' up these tracks, this mic's a kitchen. Uh, uh, uh, and this beat is the ingredients. Tryna find the recipe? Google, Yahoo!, Bing, and Wikipedi- it. These lyrics that I scribble are the icing that's on top. And this voice that's spewing venom is the fire to the pot. Like, infernal, it's eternal, this flow'll scorch ya ass. Yo, the hate is gasoline, ayo, I might just torch the track. And I might just scorn ya ass, hate is eye for an eye. Ayo, I'm greedy with the victory, never tie for a tie. It's always lie for a lie, you can never trust these suckas. Two faces, two mouths, better shut ya cocksuckas. Or, I might just cause some ruckus, boy, you do NOT wanna test me. You'll get an F minus, you belong in Special Ed, B. Cone on ya head, you can suck on my head. I am so sick, I'll give you AIDS, but eh, you better off dead. And my shell has been shed, so now, I'm holdin' no restrictions. I'm lettin' loose on these haters, wanna see 'em go into conniptions.
Coulda, woulda, shoulda, but homie, you never could've. Try to fuck with Episode, ayo homie, I wish you would've. 'Cause you would've gotten shook up, these faggots gettin' shook up. Tryna find my picture in the dictionary, go and look up: Perfection, I'm flexin', so fuckin' cocky. But, would you do it too if you was spittin' this hot? Probably. All seeing eye, I'm the damn Illuminati. 'Cause I watch over this game lookin' for huff Rappers dead bodies. Like, who's my next victim? Rippin' through ya system. I am not a crook, I am a murderer, Nixon. Speakin' of dead presidents, they say it isn't everything. But when you ever see a broke sucka amount to anything? Yea, I said it, broke suckas, half of a lollipop. I beat this beat up, matter fact, it's just been molliwhopped. I'm the shit, like a potty stop, sicker than a porta potty. Better than these haters, all these Rappers, yea, I'm sorta snotty. They say that they're married to the game, relationship is rocky. They say their flow is tight as shit, homie, it's sorta sloppy. Know I always get it in the booth, you cannot cockblock me. Fuck the game to climax, now this beat can call me Papi.
These are the 3 I did with Mikey, only gonna post my lyrics. Way too much time to do both of ours.
Here, is the best verse I've ever fucking done. I went the fuck in on Gambino's Bonfire, and I'm just so fucking happy with my verse, I've been listening to this on repeat for about an hour now.
It's Episode, skip the intro. I stay flyer than that Indo. Finish what I started, so you know I'm never jumpin' ship, yo. I stay spittin' that hot shit, yo. Ass on fire. Yes, I am a human lighter, think you higher, yous a liar. Oh, I am a monster, Monsters Inc., incredible. Perfect, and I'm fascinating, if you gon' get technical. Kill this track, inevitable, will not change, ineditable, ya bitch said that she wants me, sorry homie, she's unsexable. Yea, I'm a filthy mouthed asshole. The type of dude to walk out in public and let my sack show. You can kiss my asshole, give that shit a rimjob. If you never liked my Music, you can let your wind stop. I meeean, stop breathin', you was worthless anyways. Tell me how much you hate me, 'cause I could take that any day. Fuck your bitch in every way, suck her on ya bed. Yo, while you was out buyin' her roses, she was givin' head. Ha Ha, yea, and that shit was fuckin' wonderful. And she callin' me Mr. Puf-N-Stuf, because I stuffed her full. First, she got it Puffy, honey-Combs, P. Diddy. Then I stuffed it in her tummy, suckin' on those titties. That's why these suckas hate me, now I just expect it. Maybe they're just jealous 'cause my flow is kinda hectic. Episode's the name, better learn how to respect it. I know I get y'all fired up, but, please, give it a rest, bitch. I am the best in this game, M.V.P. My name up in the headlines, you will see. Dealin' with these haters man, that's not my steez. You can suck me like I sucked ya bitch's C-U-N-T.
Hook:
Fuck a bonfire. This a Goddamn inferno. They all wanna see me fail, well, that's a word I never heard of. (2x)
Ball so hard, muhfuckas wanna fine me. Boy, please don't try me. Yo, what's the date of my expiration, can you please remind me? Killin' em, murder it, homicide, doin' it. Fuck 'em all, Episode, Watch The Throne, Rulin' it. Y'all think y'all gon' take it, but honestly? I'm just not convinced. I'm a legend in the makin', chronology. Mikey built me up, kickflipped my ass into shape, ollie. 39 to 95, perfect numerology. 69 is pretty fine, explorin' her biology. I'm bringin' it back, and now I murder these tracks, and everybody wanna know, how does he do that? How does he do that? Because he don't spit wack? Because he slaughters anybody steppin' in his path? Yo, yo, yo, I laugh at them, and everybody really wonder why I'm passin' them, because they tryna win the race with no gas in them, but I'm burnin' all the diesel, I'm Iraq'n 'em. Ay, always on my grind, and I'm makin' it look easy. Star of the year, like my name was Jay Or Yeezy. Ya bitch sleazy, ayo homie, mine's a dimepiece. Call her Drum 'N Bass right now, 'cause all I do is ride beats. Multiply, divide beats, add a legendary flow. Subtract all the haters, and for really, who's gon' stop me, ho? Ball so hard like we in Paris, got these suckas beggin' "Spare us.", me and Mikey, ChiTown's finest, get your bitch to wine and dine us.
Hook:
(Mikey $:) Spit so hard, mothafuckas wanna sign me. (Episode:) That shit sick, that shit dope, that shit raw. (4x)
And this one, I'm extremely proud of, this is the beat that I made, and we fucking murdered it.
Homicide, suicide, any second, you could die. Death, liquid digestion, burning organs, caused by sippin' lye. Nine inch nails through the eyes, saw to the neck. And you'll get your ass capped for a lack of respect. Could be a 9, could be a tek, either way, no fun for you. I could sew your lungs shut, fill your arteries with glue. There's also cement shoes, man, I hope you like the water. On the way down, meet the fishies, shark slaughter. Test your luck, don't press your luck, you don't really wanna play with Death too much. You don't really wanna play with Meth too much. It's a sudden overdose, your pulse is cut. Speakin' of that, ya pulse is cut, you bleed out in the kitchen. Man, you lucky to be livin', it's a gift to be survivin', I suggest you quit your bitchin'.
Hook:
See there's a thousand ways to die, ch-ch-ch-ch-choose one. Got a million murder weapons, Im'ma u-u-use one. Cuttin' off, all your ties, lookin' Death right in his eyes. And then right before you die, you're screamin'... (OH MY FUCKING GOD.)
Verse 3:
(Episode:) I'll ensure your death is painless. Cause brain damage with the stainless. By brain damage, I mean brainless. Cold blood murder, and I'm shameless.
(Mikey $:) I'll put my foot right in your anus. Every crime we do is heinous. I will leave yo ass straight brainless. On the mothafuckin' pavement.
(Episode:) Feelin' kinda caged in, sorta like my victims. In the bottom of my basement, that's exactly where I hid 'em.
(Mikey $:) Hide them nigguhs just like Gacy. No movie, no Kevin Spacey.
(Episode:) Then I'll rape and kill your lady. Right in front of your Daughter, Katie, fuck you.
Comments
all you have are some whack ass lyrics that noone will ever listen to
ohhh and
so your whole lawlburnoutmadhahaimsoclever is not valid
please try again
And no one will ever listen to, we'll see about that homie. I'll give you some money for more weed to waste your life with when I have tons of spare paper to burn.
better come up with some better music or actually do something with your life if you sincerely plan on that having money to burn
Erik, I liked the rap, it had similarities to All that I got by Ghostface, it gave me that vibe \m/
Thanks bro. \m/
In my ever so humble opinion, however, it should of had a much darker beat to it, and a little more fire when you spit it. Your diss track had the fire in the vocals, but it lacked truth. This had the truth but lacked a little fire. Blend those things together and I think you will really have something.
Also, still not hating, but one more though for next time, more change ups in the delivery would also spice it up more (see Tech N9ne)
Add my name to the free weed list!
Anyways, wrote one of my verses to that 1,000 Ways To Die song I'm doing with my Cousin this weekend, we're doing it over that Oh My Fucking God beat that I made.
Lyrics:
Homicide, suicide, any second, you could die.
Death, fluid digestion, burning organs, caused by sippin' lye.
Nine inch nails through the eyes, saw to the neck.
And you'll get your ass capped for a lack of respect.
Could be a 9, could be a tek, either way, no fun for you.
I could sew your lungs shut, fill your arteries with glue.
There's also cement shoes, man, I hope you like the water.
On the way down, meet the fishies, shark slaughter.
Test your luck, don't press your luck, you don't really wanna play with Death too much.
You don't really wanna play with Meth too much.
It's a sudden overdose, your pulse is cut.
Speakin' of that, ya pulse is cut, you bleed out in the kitchen.
Man, you lucky to be livin', it's a gift to be survivin', I suggest you quit your bitchin'.
holy shit. pure raw emotion.. youre a really good writer.. when the background singers came in at the "knife that bitch" line i got chills.. kinda like when ur listening to an immortal technique song or something and his story telling is just mind fucking u.. felt the same way haha.. well done
as I was reading it, it just made me pause
Episode 95 - MegaMan by ErikBehemoth1357
Lyrics:
Call me MegaMan, yo, this is straight adrenaline.
All of the current haters gon' turn out to be my future fans.
I'm thinkin' of a master plan, light up the game like jack-o-lanterns, somethin' like a rubber band, because my flow's always expandin'.
Yo, I do this shit for me, nobody else.
I'm the heavyweight champ, now where's my belt?
These suckas seem sodium, pass the salt.
Man, I'm made of dedication, count every cell.
Meditate, every day, my religion.
Music is my God, I'm crucifixion.
Die for this shit, that's demolition.
Cookin' up these tracks, this mic's a kitchen.
Uh, uh, uh, and this beat is the ingredients.
Tryna find the recipe? Google, Yahoo!, Bing, and Wikipedi- it.
These lyrics that I scribble are the icing that's on top.
And this voice that's spewing venom is the fire to the pot.
Like, infernal, it's eternal, this flow'll scorch ya ass.
Yo, the hate is gasoline, ayo, I might just torch the track.
And I might just scorn ya ass, hate is eye for an eye.
Ayo, I'm greedy with the victory, never tie for a tie.
It's always lie for a lie, you can never trust these suckas.
Two faces, two mouths, better shut ya cocksuckas.
Or, I might just cause some ruckus, boy, you do NOT wanna test me.
You'll get an F minus, you belong in Special Ed, B.
Cone on ya head, you can suck on my head.
I am so sick, I'll give you AIDS, but eh, you better off dead.
And my shell has been shed, so now, I'm holdin' no restrictions.
I'm lettin' loose on these haters, wanna see 'em go into conniptions.
Coulda, woulda, shoulda, but homie, you never could've.
Try to fuck with Episode, ayo homie, I wish you would've.
'Cause you would've gotten shook up, these faggots gettin' shook up.
Tryna find my picture in the dictionary, go and look up:
Perfection, I'm flexin', so fuckin' cocky.
But, would you do it too if you was spittin' this hot? Probably.
All seeing eye, I'm the damn Illuminati.
'Cause I watch over this game lookin' for huff Rappers dead bodies.
Like, who's my next victim?
Rippin' through ya system.
I am not a crook, I am a murderer, Nixon.
Speakin' of dead presidents, they say it isn't everything.
But when you ever see a broke sucka amount to anything?
Yea, I said it, broke suckas, half of a lollipop.
I beat this beat up, matter fact, it's just been molliwhopped.
I'm the shit, like a potty stop, sicker than a porta potty.
Better than these haters, all these Rappers, yea, I'm sorta snotty.
They say that they're married to the game, relationship is rocky.
They say their flow is tight as shit, homie, it's sorta sloppy.
Know I always get it in the booth, you cannot cockblock me.
Fuck the game to climax, now this beat can call me Papi.
These are the 3 I did with Mikey, only gonna post my lyrics. Way too much time to do both of ours.
Here, is the best verse I've ever fucking done. I went the fuck in on Gambino's Bonfire, and I'm just so fucking happy with my verse, I've been listening to this on repeat for about an hour now.
Episode 95 - Bonfire (Feat. Mikey Dolla) by ErikBehemoth1357
Lyrics:
It's Episode, skip the intro.
I stay flyer than that Indo.
Finish what I started, so you know I'm never jumpin' ship, yo.
I stay spittin' that hot shit, yo.
Ass on fire.
Yes, I am a human lighter, think you higher, yous a liar.
Oh, I am a monster, Monsters Inc., incredible.
Perfect, and I'm fascinating, if you gon' get technical.
Kill this track, inevitable, will not change, ineditable, ya bitch said that she wants me, sorry homie, she's unsexable.
Yea, I'm a filthy mouthed asshole.
The type of dude to walk out in public and let my sack show.
You can kiss my asshole, give that shit a rimjob.
If you never liked my Music, you can let your wind stop.
I meeean, stop breathin', you was worthless anyways.
Tell me how much you hate me, 'cause I could take that any day.
Fuck your bitch in every way, suck her on ya bed.
Yo, while you was out buyin' her roses, she was givin' head.
Ha Ha, yea, and that shit was fuckin' wonderful.
And she callin' me Mr. Puf-N-Stuf, because I stuffed her full.
First, she got it Puffy, honey-Combs, P. Diddy.
Then I stuffed it in her tummy, suckin' on those titties.
That's why these suckas hate me, now I just expect it.
Maybe they're just jealous 'cause my flow is kinda hectic.
Episode's the name, better learn how to respect it.
I know I get y'all fired up, but, please, give it a rest, bitch.
I am the best in this game, M.V.P.
My name up in the headlines, you will see.
Dealin' with these haters man, that's not my steez.
You can suck me like I sucked ya bitch's C-U-N-T.
Hook:
Fuck a bonfire.
This a Goddamn inferno.
They all wanna see me fail, well, that's a word I never heard of. (2x)
Episode 95 - Niggas In ChiTown (Feat. Mikey Dolla) by ErikBehemoth1357
Lyrics:
Ball so hard, muhfuckas wanna fine me.
Boy, please don't try me.
Yo, what's the date of my expiration, can you please remind me?
Killin' em, murder it, homicide, doin' it.
Fuck 'em all, Episode, Watch The Throne, Rulin' it.
Y'all think y'all gon' take it, but honestly? I'm just not convinced.
I'm a legend in the makin', chronology.
Mikey built me up, kickflipped my ass into shape, ollie.
39 to 95, perfect numerology.
69 is pretty fine, explorin' her biology.
I'm bringin' it back, and now I murder these tracks, and everybody wanna know, how does he do that?
How does he do that? Because he don't spit wack? Because he slaughters anybody steppin' in his path?
Yo, yo, yo, I laugh at them, and everybody really wonder why I'm passin' them, because they tryna win the race with no gas in them, but I'm burnin' all the diesel, I'm Iraq'n 'em.
Ay, always on my grind, and I'm makin' it look easy.
Star of the year, like my name was Jay Or Yeezy.
Ya bitch sleazy, ayo homie, mine's a dimepiece.
Call her Drum 'N Bass right now, 'cause all I do is ride beats.
Multiply, divide beats, add a legendary flow.
Subtract all the haters, and for really, who's gon' stop me, ho?
Ball so hard like we in Paris, got these suckas beggin' "Spare us.", me and Mikey, ChiTown's finest, get your bitch to wine and dine us.
Hook:
(Mikey $:) Spit so hard, mothafuckas wanna sign me.
(Episode:) That shit sick, that shit dope, that shit raw. (4x)
And this one, I'm extremely proud of, this is the beat that I made, and we fucking murdered it.
Episode 95 - 1,000 Ways To Die (Feat. Mikey Dolla) by ErikBehemoth1357
Lyrics:
Homicide, suicide, any second, you could die.
Death, liquid digestion, burning organs, caused by sippin' lye.
Nine inch nails through the eyes, saw to the neck.
And you'll get your ass capped for a lack of respect.
Could be a 9, could be a tek, either way, no fun for you.
I could sew your lungs shut, fill your arteries with glue.
There's also cement shoes, man, I hope you like the water.
On the way down, meet the fishies, shark slaughter.
Test your luck, don't press your luck, you don't really wanna play with Death too much.
You don't really wanna play with Meth too much.
It's a sudden overdose, your pulse is cut.
Speakin' of that, ya pulse is cut, you bleed out in the kitchen.
Man, you lucky to be livin', it's a gift to be survivin', I suggest you quit your bitchin'.
Hook:
See there's a thousand ways to die, ch-ch-ch-ch-choose one.
Got a million murder weapons, Im'ma u-u-use one.
Cuttin' off, all your ties, lookin' Death right in his eyes.
And then right before you die, you're screamin'... (OH MY FUCKING GOD.)
Verse 3:
(Episode:)
I'll ensure your death is painless.
Cause brain damage with the stainless.
By brain damage, I mean brainless.
Cold blood murder, and I'm shameless.
(Mikey $:)
I'll put my foot right in your anus.
Every crime we do is heinous.
I will leave yo ass straight brainless.
On the mothafuckin' pavement.
(Episode:)
Feelin' kinda caged in, sorta like my victims.
In the bottom of my basement, that's exactly where I hid 'em.
(Mikey $:)
Hide them nigguhs just like Gacy.
No movie, no Kevin Spacey.
(Episode:)
Then I'll rape and kill your lady.
Right in front of your Daughter, Katie, fuck you.