oodles of noodles my style is unique like a german shepherd mixed with a poodle/ i get down with the funky rhyme time after time line for line/ you messin with nicks i only fucks with the dimes/ shit gets real when i spit whenever i'm lit off the muhfuckin coke and spliff/ i gets mad grimy time be the only thing that reminds me that life is too short live it up before you die b
chea!!! i am xtra large on this beat makes me wanna do some type of walk with my feet, look at him over there/ the geek with the freak/ you would think she would speak/ just took my whole bone las week/ now that i think about it she the one who made my prizz weak my whole drizz weak/ could'nt shoot for jizz for weeks/ situation was bleak but i came out neat/ the clap and not the pack thank the stars for that...
yummy buritto in my tummy, i feel royal but no rumbling, wait, now my stomach bubbling. gotta pause ' n focus, ass blowin' like rachel dawes my shits so atrocious, chirpin' like locus its just a small warning not to poke us. so just gotta check and recognize, i'm mr. trebek and your situation jeopardized, on some cole phelps shit I detect the lies. wow, jee wiz, I spit on keyboard with my mouth and seamen from my penis. sick... i know, don't worry jonesizzleful get more head than al snow.
and the internets probably need a nicorette you been reading the news? we're gonna need a bigger debt oh yeah how you figure that i dunno i forget sometimes i wake up covered in dried blood in the middle of the forest problems that we forecast shits like mice and men gmo that shit corner the market then spend spend spend. quit pretending shut up with your bullshit, defending the dictator next in succession im about to end blackwolf's scheme and stop the dream machine from projecting
a fuckadelic fried funion, son of a bitch, the dumb blumpkin needs a napkin, he was caught drinkin in public pukin on his new shoes. a punk pumpkin, pumbernickle or rye, the buddah to the head makes the brain fry. oh why, oh why does the tear shed and fall farther than the fly right off the eye. if the feelings dont sink, you wont need the rope to climp to the sink. spins, the rooms turns you know the head shoulders knees and toes burns, chunks blown your not home. cellular phone is dead.
watch me wreck this track im a flow goblin. after i exit the mic the whole crowd be sobin. computers cant comprehend the complexity of my lyrics. keep the flow raw if u cook it dont sere it. wait a minute as i steal all the flow in the world and let it out until the blood start comin out your mouth and eyes why do people despise the herb chief. it will raise your mind contrary to other prior belief
I'm the boy of your youth/ the joy of the truth/ fuck with me and i'll knock out ya tooth/ come to my lair you will stare/ at a life that seems unfair/ what you mean?/ i got girls addicted to dick/ like my shit was nicotene/ at night its time for mad bitches/ mornin wakes me up with a boner and bad itches/ man its seems like life has glitches/ bugs to ya brain from drugs/ fryin ya brain like a suana/ except the chain of my girl marijuana/ her name ms jane/ fuck with her you'll be on death lane
Am i ill/ yall niggas already know/ its that black bro balled fist and afro/ yellin power to my people, Free at last yo/ so u never play wit me. no im no Hasbro/ wit da quill im fidel castro/ fist full of nuclear missles primed and ready to blow/ Enter the code and release the torpedos/ so ill i fill the room wit an omnious glow
Wack ass fools typin your flows, anyone can sit there and write to an instrumental, it's the true freestylin that produces spit which these are uploaded for...
@hyetekphx we keep on flowin while your mothers steady ho'ing on the streets steady blowing the cock for crack rocks, you better check whos car your mum is getting into before shes found raped and bruised on the six o clock news cos he skills on the cock tellin me she should retire cos im kickin that real shit that set her underwear on fire now she throwing a cum soaked thong at me like tom jones the bitch moans when i give the dog a bone
@TheFletchFiles Talk about my ma suckin cock while yours does the rock and gets on every nigga on heres jock, while you go with the flock i'll move the rock to your ma while she opens that jaw, bitch fuck wit me you better bring the law.
come see me outside sittin chill, theres an incomplete beat to written to, spitten to, he stays ill, ready to bust caps out at any kill, outside he wins by a landslide, guns so big he can't hide, visions of the top notch, in prison drinkin top scotch, yea and thats how he lives, heres a finger of the fuck he gives, mr heretic, anti semetic the old german dictator, mr annhialator, devastatin every manipulation cops creatin, but watch out HE MIGHT HURT YOU, cause in his own world HES THE CURFEW
i put the mental in instrumental/smoking menthol so you can go dental/hold this pair they some rentals/my lenses get dirty from pretending/middle finger lending/fighting and befriending/hypothermia excellent ten/the fake mc and his dead pen/act Chinese to spend yen/blue angel with a red sin/paper led thin/is it your journey/in the microphone tourny dick be hella wormy/haircut be perming/she's tied up but still squirming/hypodermic nerding/bootyhole flirting/bald eagle loud chirping/fart burping.
rap for da fact that im comin to smack you, i have to cuz thats who is wack dude,
back now from act two, you can eat shit like a racoon, bow down to whom, ever it is with the cleverist, you never goin get, nothin by flowin a spit, keep on goin with it, you thought ya had it but now ya dont know where it went, you stupid ass bitch your so arrogent, dont swear again in front a marilyn, cause i wont spare ya kid...
Is he ill is he ill what are we dealing with/ a 15 year old kid with rhymes that'll split ya ass in half/man, you need to take a bath/like slick rick im sicker than sick im slicker than slick/im tired of this shit that they call rap/waka flocka flame?WACK soulja boy?WACK/no hands, damn ill leave your ass open like your girls legs ive had it up to here with all the bullshit/just quit or ill leave your ass lit bitch
My professorial editorial message I score for you and record for you over "Is He Ill"? Well of course you fool/ Would I be bringing you such historical news without forcing you to view the heat from which he brings like rising steam from hot porridge soup/ This flow is just a portion of what he brings, he flows like water poured from a holy stream without causing any faucet or hose to leak/ Walking on oceans is like floor to a prophet's feet, switched to land cuz he got bored with the prophecy./
Mr. her the doctor will see you cool my cough grows louder outta control like van wilder a white smoke coming from the throat like powder damn i'm sick think my words is dangerous you should check my spit what's the problem say's Dr. Doom I'm fuckin ill when i touch the mic i spread a disease know as 28 days later it's useful when destroying haters and perpetrators doc say's nothing i can do for that unless you retire from rap so i laugh as i leave guess i'm stuck with murdering MC's
so ill is what he is? yes yes he runs the biz of being and teaching ill to todays kids he ill-literally rhymes to them to get the ill inside their lids the ill has never hid, its not shy . u ask why? well thats because its neither woman or guy so what is it ? is he ill? idk kid jus chill i noe u contemplate on the window sill but the only one that knows is the ill..............
kids need skills; lookin at me like "is he ill?" listenin to my shit like "is this free will?" hell yeah u no you love it, uh... this shit's on, dont unplug it, my domes eruptin, like soda bubblin, rhymes known to combust when, they comin out, never runnin out like a flooded house.. sound waves got you bobbin up n down, watch that rubber bounce, yall leave exhausted like "damn ive had enough for now"
twenty minutes later, you're back, ready for another round...
Yea mothafucka I AM ILL i came into this game to shoot for thrills and dont get chills from that i have to spill i am qmaze entering your mind like a paranormal faze call me the ghost not here to boast but when you here the rhymes pop up like toast CHING dont have any bling no need to talk about it it only makes me pout about it but sooner or later youll recognize my fame bringin the pain into your simple brains working hard like a chain gang to simplify my main aim
cant take a cut i need a very large portion/coppin more 0s than you see on wheel of fortune/but scorchin through more than half so i can hit the lotto/and ride through in more cars than grand theft auto/never love a chick is my motto/treat my flows like these hoes leave em bedridden with mono/workin till i got a wet back like paco/only till i blast off a rocket like otto/never powers unless its austin thats what its costin to have twins goin down like the towers/mornin showers bring back flowers
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is he ILL or unfulFILLED, questions in his mind makin his guts SPILL, for REAL, One things for SURE, Their aint no CURE for what hes GOT, A sickness that we all FORGOT
focus the flow dopeness choke this wit the blunt like hocus turn the lights on these roaches swarm ya sector like locust bomb you its bogus soak this in gasoline vaseline morphine yellow back niggas wanna kidnap my green but i stashed it in a pamper
greetings internet cats black would sure like to meet u,share data lata right now right click delete u,pay a visit to ya job stuffed in ya cubicle,shakin hands finger nails get plucked right out'cha cuticle.Each story more gory u prefer da most beautiful, Keith Murray he's worried bring more chicken noodle soup..nimcompoop french kiss my Timberland boot,ooops im foul root canal ya wisdom tooth here's da livin proof
Jewlz da verbal smart-missle/the art hit you/and burn all-tissue/a hard issue/to bar with you/as far as all issues/Im all wit you/so lets kick back/relax/ease back and let the beat track/over these blacks/and this weed stack/ima g Jack/residual to get my cheese back/if indeed that/then ill retire cop a mean Lac/and a Beem Jack/live life/comes death/then i leave that/to my seeds black/now its there turn to plant the seeds back/its all to God so i just ease back.Peace black...
oodles of noodles my style is unique like a german shepherd mixed with a poodle/ i get down with the funky rhyme time after time line for line/ you messin with nicks i only fucks with the dimes/ shit gets real when i spit whenever i'm lit off the muhfuckin coke and spliff/ i gets mad grimy time be the only thing that reminds me that life is too short live it up before you die b
SmokesdaGanja 4 weeks ago
My reaction?
...whoa
somaticvibe 4 months ago
chea!!! i am xtra large on this beat makes me wanna do some type of walk with my feet, look at him over there/ the geek with the freak/ you would think she would speak/ just took my whole bone las week/ now that i think about it she the one who made my prizz weak my whole drizz weak/ could'nt shoot for jizz for weeks/ situation was bleak but i came out neat/ the clap and not the pack thank the stars for that...
slliks67 4 months ago
yummy buritto in my tummy, i feel royal but no rumbling, wait, now my stomach bubbling. gotta pause ' n focus, ass blowin' like rachel dawes my shits so atrocious, chirpin' like locus its just a small warning not to poke us. so just gotta check and recognize, i'm mr. trebek and your situation jeopardized, on some cole phelps shit I detect the lies. wow, jee wiz, I spit on keyboard with my mouth and seamen from my penis. sick... i know, don't worry jonesizzleful get more head than al snow.
Jonesizzleful 5 months ago
misinterpreted by 99% of people, never met equal
prophetic from birth like a sequel to Ezekiel
He's head strong
Bounded for top floor offices like King Kong
a microphone wielding well-read Ranger of raw shit
sidearmed with sicker verses than 'Antonine's Plague' from 201 Classic Lit. [sic]
sending laborers to college, drops knowledge on collages of hood rats living mirages
Shoo! Needs no chrome to get dome, Run home you loud mouth modal midgets I got lyrics like a Tourettes victim's got fidgits
MadBrainBaysics 5 months ago
and the internets probably need a nicorette you been reading the news? we're gonna need a bigger debt oh yeah how you figure that i dunno i forget sometimes i wake up covered in dried blood in the middle of the forest problems that we forecast shits like mice and men gmo that shit corner the market then spend spend spend. quit pretending shut up with your bullshit, defending the dictator next in succession im about to end blackwolf's scheme and stop the dream machine from projecting
embryod13 6 months ago
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FreestyleFletcher 7 months ago
a fuckadelic fried funion, son of a bitch, the dumb blumpkin needs a napkin, he was caught drinkin in public pukin on his new shoes. a punk pumpkin, pumbernickle or rye, the buddah to the head makes the brain fry. oh why, oh why does the tear shed and fall farther than the fly right off the eye. if the feelings dont sink, you wont need the rope to climp to the sink. spins, the rooms turns you know the head shoulders knees and toes burns, chunks blown your not home. cellular phone is dead.
DJScallywag 8 months ago
watch me wreck this track im a flow goblin. after i exit the mic the whole crowd be sobin. computers cant comprehend the complexity of my lyrics. keep the flow raw if u cook it dont sere it. wait a minute as i steal all the flow in the world and let it out until the blood start comin out your mouth and eyes why do people despise the herb chief. it will raise your mind contrary to other prior belief
nonsnc 9 months ago 2
i have this vinyl ! i love it
DjTonino 10 months ago
I'm the boy of your youth/ the joy of the truth/ fuck with me and i'll knock out ya tooth/ come to my lair you will stare/ at a life that seems unfair/ what you mean?/ i got girls addicted to dick/ like my shit was nicotene/ at night its time for mad bitches/ mornin wakes me up with a boner and bad itches/ man its seems like life has glitches/ bugs to ya brain from drugs/ fryin ya brain like a suana/ except the chain of my girl marijuana/ her name ms jane/ fuck with her you'll be on death lane
skateboardingkid96 10 months ago
Am i ill/ yall niggas already know/ its that black bro balled fist and afro/ yellin power to my people, Free at last yo/ so u never play wit me. no im no Hasbro/ wit da quill im fidel castro/ fist full of nuclear missles primed and ready to blow/ Enter the code and release the torpedos/ so ill i fill the room wit an omnious glow
MCkidKool 10 months ago
Wack ass fools typin your flows, anyone can sit there and write to an instrumental, it's the true freestylin that produces spit which these are uploaded for...
hyetekphx 10 months ago
@hyetekphx we keep on flowin while your mothers steady ho'ing on the streets steady blowing the cock for crack rocks, you better check whos car your mum is getting into before shes found raped and bruised on the six o clock news cos he skills on the cock tellin me she should retire cos im kickin that real shit that set her underwear on fire now she throwing a cum soaked thong at me like tom jones the bitch moans when i give the dog a bone
TheFletchFiles 10 months ago
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hyetekphx 10 months ago
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@TheFletchFiles Talk about my ma suckin cock while yours does the rock and gets on every nigga on heres jock, while you go with the flock i'll move the rock to your ma while she opens that jaw, bitch fuck wit me you better bring the law.
hyetekphx 10 months ago
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hyetekphx 10 months ago
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hyetekphx 10 months ago
@TheFletchFiles Oh Yea? Hickory dickory dock, your ma is suckin my cock. The clock strikes two she gobbles my goo, hickory dickory dock...
hyetekphx 10 months ago
@hyetekphx dope
TheFletchFiles 10 months ago
come see me outside sittin chill, theres an incomplete beat to written to, spitten to, he stays ill, ready to bust caps out at any kill, outside he wins by a landslide, guns so big he can't hide, visions of the top notch, in prison drinkin top scotch, yea and thats how he lives, heres a finger of the fuck he gives, mr heretic, anti semetic the old german dictator, mr annhialator, devastatin every manipulation cops creatin, but watch out HE MIGHT HURT YOU, cause in his own world HES THE CURFEW
skateboardingkid96 11 months ago
is he ill? dank song
danzinnyman 1 year ago
i put the mental in instrumental/smoking menthol so you can go dental/hold this pair they some rentals/my lenses get dirty from pretending/middle finger lending/fighting and befriending/hypothermia excellent ten/the fake mc and his dead pen/act Chinese to spend yen/blue angel with a red sin/paper led thin/is it your journey/in the microphone tourny dick be hella wormy/haircut be perming/she's tied up but still squirming/hypodermic nerding/bootyhole flirting/bald eagle loud chirping/fart burping.
TheChrisgunz 1 year ago
DOOM DOOM DOOM!
AvvRham 1 year ago
rap for da fact that im comin to smack you, i have to cuz thats who is wack dude,
back now from act two, you can eat shit like a racoon, bow down to whom, ever it is with the cleverist, you never goin get, nothin by flowin a spit, keep on goin with it, you thought ya had it but now ya dont know where it went, you stupid ass bitch your so arrogent, dont swear again in front a marilyn, cause i wont spare ya kid...
timmyj214 1 year ago
god DAYUM....MF DOOM is so beast...
taeasgj17 1 year ago
Is he ill is he ill what are we dealing with/ a 15 year old kid with rhymes that'll split ya ass in half/man, you need to take a bath/like slick rick im sicker than sick im slicker than slick/im tired of this shit that they call rap/waka flocka flame?WACK soulja boy?WACK/no hands, damn ill leave your ass open like your girls legs ive had it up to here with all the bullshit/just quit or ill leave your ass lit bitch
bigddagenius 1 year ago
punch back time for corderos fun facts/ as soon one cat can finds where the blunts at
rappers thinks they sell weight till hells waiting/ then the smells wafing like lines in a cel shading
A whole life could be your new york minute/ in a house full of cats and im the last fat rat in it
MFcordero 1 year ago
My professorial editorial message I score for you and record for you over "Is He Ill"? Well of course you fool/ Would I be bringing you such historical news without forcing you to view the heat from which he brings like rising steam from hot porridge soup/ This flow is just a portion of what he brings, he flows like water poured from a holy stream without causing any faucet or hose to leak/ Walking on oceans is like floor to a prophet's feet, switched to land cuz he got bored with the prophecy./
EbbTidesRevenge 1 year ago
How can I download this?
youngmeth87 1 year ago
@youngmeth87
download real player and with that u can download any video on the internet including youtube
bigfelix223 1 year ago
dan pan can stan plan ran fan tan ban jan...man!!!!
thatboysalv 1 year ago
can u plz send this to me
zoompast 1 year ago
Mr. her the doctor will see you cool my cough grows louder outta control like van wilder a white smoke coming from the throat like powder damn i'm sick think my words is dangerous you should check my spit what's the problem say's Dr. Doom I'm fuckin ill when i touch the mic i spread a disease know as 28 days later it's useful when destroying haters and perpetrators doc say's nothing i can do for that unless you retire from rap so i laugh as i leave guess i'm stuck with murdering MC's
smashher 1 year ago
the dude whos not up to up too speed
wrote relevant rhymes the entire week
rezen1983 1 year ago
Like the intro.
CJAC5 1 year ago
ThatGuyUnoe 1 year ago
can u send this to me
zoompast 1 year ago
kids need skills; lookin at me like "is he ill?" listenin to my shit like "is this free will?" hell yeah u no you love it, uh... this shit's on, dont unplug it, my domes eruptin, like soda bubblin, rhymes known to combust when, they comin out, never runnin out like a flooded house.. sound waves got you bobbin up n down, watch that rubber bounce, yall leave exhausted like "damn ive had enough for now"
twenty minutes later, you're back, ready for another round...
maztakeef420 1 year ago
Yea mothafucka I AM ILL i came into this game to shoot for thrills and dont get chills from that i have to spill i am qmaze entering your mind like a paranormal faze call me the ghost not here to boast but when you here the rhymes pop up like toast CHING dont have any bling no need to talk about it it only makes me pout about it but sooner or later youll recognize my fame bringin the pain into your simple brains working hard like a chain gang to simplify my main aim
qmaz3r 2 years ago
cant take a cut i need a very large portion/coppin more 0s than you see on wheel of fortune/but scorchin through more than half so i can hit the lotto/and ride through in more cars than grand theft auto/never love a chick is my motto/treat my flows like these hoes leave em bedridden with mono/workin till i got a wet back like paco/only till i blast off a rocket like otto/never powers unless its austin thats what its costin to have twins goin down like the towers/mornin showers bring back flowers
DarkHermit212 2 years ago
whats a merf to a wedgy.. Huh??? muther touchers!!.. one happens on its own..the others jusy ugly!!! just a fact for all you hiphop junkies
jUrfrmLA 2 years ago
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is he ILL or unfulFILLED, questions in his mind makin his guts SPILL, for REAL, One things for SURE, Their aint no CURE for what hes GOT, A sickness that we all FORGOT
forestjlh 2 years ago
lyrics4sale 2 years ago 4
greetings internet cats black would sure like to meet u,share data lata right now right click delete u,pay a visit to ya job stuffed in ya cubicle,shakin hands finger nails get plucked right out'cha cuticle.Each story more gory u prefer da most beautiful, Keith Murray he's worried bring more chicken noodle soup..nimcompoop french kiss my Timberland boot,ooops im foul root canal ya wisdom tooth here's da livin proof
jeweldroppa 2 years ago 20
Damn son!!!
Jewlz da verbal smart-missle/the art hit you/and burn all-tissue/a hard issue/to bar with you/as far as all issues/Im all wit you/so lets kick back/relax/ease back and let the beat track/over these blacks/and this weed stack/ima g Jack/residual to get my cheese back/if indeed that/then ill retire cop a mean Lac/and a Beem Jack/live life/comes death/then i leave that/to my seeds black/now its there turn to plant the seeds back/its all to God so i just ease back.Peace black...
LordFerrand 2 years ago
lmao thats fuckin sick.
franksenotra 2 years ago
check me on other instrumentals g no1 can touch me like Tesi from ninjaa scroll word
jeweldroppa 2 years ago
@jeweldroppa Yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ooooooooooooO111 1 year ago
word
RapSince99Sucx 1 year ago
@jeweldroppa SHITS DOPE
GodlessViking 1 year ago
@jeweldroppa You killed that shit brotha!
Word ^
chris200999 1 year ago
@jeweldroppa is that you DOOM? lol pretty good stuff.
KingDigga69 1 year ago
@jeweldroppa I heard half those lyrics from players anthem by Biggy Smalls.
STAY FROSTY
skateboardingkid96 10 months ago
@jeweldroppa dope lyrics now spit it record it and upload it mother fucker
Tmathh 6 months ago
@jeweldroppa NIce
earlmccormick88 2 months ago
what s this new doom? is he ill?
SinSeared 2 years ago
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what7psp 2 years ago
Yes He is iLL...:D
7PietroNe1 3 years ago