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we did sort of a 2v2 or four-way freestyle, and I typed my rhymes. I was getting hated on for typing them, but I get to share them with ya'll, so it is cool
"I think you should name yourself Lackeyopterics" - Jason
my weed's as chronic as cancer
hanging with shakes, oh boy, and pyromancer
my skin is white like my lines
like my rhymes, these words is all mines
these beats is inspiring
my mouth is firing
all this hot shit
these words that I rock wit
my name is Lackeos, I'm Greek
half the time I be bold, half the time I be meek
I step on the floor, I do my dance
My pants are saggin', so I pull up my pants
I can't get high, no not today
That's a job interview that I'm throwing away
Yo, I'm feelin' this beat for real
Son, I feel like I'm Jin and you're verse
except your attempt was worse
because you kept copping the same rhymes
I'm talking about you saying weak like six times
my stuff kind of like crap, because it's hot
but your's isn't happening, no it's not
yo, ya'll is on performance enhancing drugs
there ain't no such thing as halfway thugs
god damn, ya head is small as shit
that's why the hat can't fit on it
son, what are my rhymes, crap?
I think I'ma have to bust a cap
'cause you don't know any other words
all the hate you got about me is absurd
son, was you screen cheating just then
did you just figure out that you like men?
my opponent's yeah they got shit in the bank
but these rhymes is gonna fuck them in the stank
ya'll can't rhyme with computer, don't got no diction
this freestyle is a battle of fiction
the hottest rhymes are still read off a laptop
they are tighter than anything ya'll cop
I got a hot line that I'm about to throw down
I'm like his ex-girlfriend, I get around
I'm like a cyborg, half man, half machine
But the human half is shut down without green
I'm the only sober mother fucker in the place
we're all cheating, I'll say it to your face
Your shit's enhanced, mine's improved
My place in the leaderboard just moved
Sonny son son, spent some time in jail
Butthole swell until he made bail
Son, we didn't play the porn yet, don't bust a nut
Unless you think there's something to look at, what?
Yo, I drank some ex lax and crapped out your lines
This next verse is gonna beat all yo behinds
I mean asses
I'll slap your face and knock off your glasses
Wait, what? No, those are your eyelids
My words are lyrical violence
Why you keep rubbing your head, son?
You're gonna stop that when the match done
You look antsy, your face itchy
Your partner is redundant, his vagina's itchy
did I repeat myself? I meant his style is bitchy
The name is Lackeos, but you can call me whatever
If you try to say it, you'll choke forever
I say that as if you don't already
son, you don't spit a single line steady
every single sentence there's a pause
I spit in memory of Tupac, ya'll don't have a cause
I'm gonna be the best rapper you ever thought there was
I'm wearing O' Neal 'cause it's laundry day
the rest of my shirts blow yours away
Your white in a white tee, and all your people look the same
that last verse you busted was so very lame
Don't act like your phone got minutes, you're frontin
I got the long distance plan everybody wantin
I don't give a shit what time I make a call
Nighttimes and weekends, I ball 'til I fall
White and rhyming about candy paint like Paul Wall
My rhymes so raw they make all ya'll skin crawl
Fella called some random bitch it was her birthday
She opens her mouth around me I think she's thirstay
"I think you should name yourself Lackeyopterics" - Jason
my weed's as chronic as cancer
hanging with shakes, oh boy, and pyromancer
my skin is white like my lines
like my rhymes, these words is all mines
these beats is inspiring
my mouth is firing
all this hot shit
these words that I rock wit
my name is Lackeos, I'm Greek
half the time I be bold, half the time I be meek
I step on the floor, I do my dance
My pants are saggin', so I pull up my pants
I can't get high, no not today
That's a job interview that I'm throwing away
Yo, I'm feelin' this beat for real
Son, I feel like I'm Jin and you're verse
except your attempt was worse
because you kept copping the same rhymes
I'm talking about you saying weak like six times
my stuff kind of like crap, because it's hot
but your's isn't happening, no it's not
yo, ya'll is on performance enhancing drugs
there ain't no such thing as halfway thugs
god damn, ya head is small as shit
that's why the hat can't fit on it
son, what are my rhymes, crap?
I think I'ma have to bust a cap
'cause you don't know any other words
all the hate you got about me is absurd
son, was you screen cheating just then
did you just figure out that you like men?
my opponent's yeah they got shit in the bank
but these rhymes is gonna fuck them in the stank
ya'll can't rhyme with computer, don't got no diction
this freestyle is a battle of fiction
the hottest rhymes are still read off a laptop
they are tighter than anything ya'll cop
I got a hot line that I'm about to throw down
I'm like his ex-girlfriend, I get around
I'm like a cyborg, half man, half machine
But the human half is shut down without green
I'm the only sober mother fucker in the place
we're all cheating, I'll say it to your face
Your shit's enhanced, mine's improved
My place in the leaderboard just moved
Sonny son son, spent some time in jail
Butthole swell until he made bail
Son, we didn't play the porn yet, don't bust a nut
Unless you think there's something to look at, what?
Yo, I drank some ex lax and crapped out your lines
This next verse is gonna beat all yo behinds
I mean asses
I'll slap your face and knock off your glasses
Wait, what? No, those are your eyelids
My words are lyrical violence
Why you keep rubbing your head, son?
You're gonna stop that when the match done
You look antsy, your face itchy
Your partner is redundant, his vagina's itchy
did I repeat myself? I meant his style is bitchy
The name is Lackeos, but you can call me whatever
If you try to say it, you'll choke forever
I say that as if you don't already
son, you don't spit a single line steady
every single sentence there's a pause
I spit in memory of Tupac, ya'll don't have a cause
I'm gonna be the best rapper you ever thought there was
I'm wearing O' Neal 'cause it's laundry day
the rest of my shirts blow yours away
Your white in a white tee, and all your people look the same
that last verse you busted was so very lame
Don't act like your phone got minutes, you're frontin
I got the long distance plan everybody wantin
I don't give a shit what time I make a call
Nighttimes and weekends, I ball 'til I fall
White and rhyming about candy paint like Paul Wall
My rhymes so raw they make all ya'll skin crawl
Fella called some random bitch it was her birthday
She opens her mouth around me I think she's thirstay