Toribash
Used to do alot of this in Crooks. I've been missing it for awhile now.

If anyone would like to challenge me or something, just post a rap for me to go off of to shake off this rust.
Embry has been waiting for someone to verse him
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[VIBE] 2015~2016 | Team Pokemon | [Origin] 2014~2015 | Team Aikido | [Obey] ~Because Frost Said So...
Apologies for the wait, I'm a bit inactive here
It seems to be the return of a sub par queer.
Glad to see you're back with rhymes so forcibly sheer
Substantial may it be, the following contains fear.

Embry the block watcher, I fuck up lives for fun
Pull out a bible and a Mac-11 to prove what I've done.
I do repent but I'll never stop, look at what I've become
A lonely man with a life based on hits, but no runs.

Call me the undertaker, we're going to hell together
Forever, but never better I love it down in the nether.
Chase em' down and tear em' up like my face was composed of leather
A run in with Embry, could change ya life like the weather.
is kyure alive?
Originally Posted by Bercat View Post
Are you fuckin' kidding me? This must be a joke.
If this shit were live, you'd be better off with a choke.
The demon inside of me, you just have awoke.
Cut you open with these verses, in blood you will soak.

Talk a lot of shit, back it up, if you dare to.
I'm an honest kinda guy so here's what I'll do.
Split your head wide open with a bullet or two.
Leave you lifeless as your pantaloons fill with poo.

Mail a post card to your family with a picture of you.
Happy Holidays it reads. Return address to who?
"That motherfuckin' panty raider." The day I will rue.
Burn up your pale corpse. Happy Hanukkah. Jew.

Had to check back and this is that shit I return to?
Loud mouth forum warrior boasting at high noon.
Failing to keep it spicy but still good like Thai food,
Few verses of mine will take you away like Typhoon.

Embry shocking the physics, making the fans wave,
Make sure every word I speak is taken to the grave.
Persecution I feel today and you dodged by a close shave,
Feel it a bit more heading towards Paul Dave.

Off tracker, lets not stray from massacre,
For these rhymes I used forensics to keep it warm like some rabbit fur.
Before you spit, take a quick look at ya calender,
Days are up like Debra Milke decades ago when they shackled her.
is kyure alive?
Originally Posted by Bercat View Post
Takes you so long to respond to my rhymes that I've written.
It's been a few rounds and for you to die you are wishin'.
Call me Chef Boyardee with all these insults that I'm dishin'.
Do yourself a favor and end your life. I give permission.

You're such a thug. I question the number of crimes you commit.
Suicide's easier to accomplish for such a brain-dead twit.
Spewing out all this shit with no other use of wits.
The shit that you writ is what I would find in a garbage pit.

Everything I've stated here is most definitely true.
Bercat's back with his Mac, Mowin' down you, foo'.
My raps got people stuck on this thread like fuckin' glue.
You could say the same but, no one gives a fuck about you.

My bad homie stress is building recently in my body,
Last thing on my mind is your bitch ass and ya shotty.
I shoot in the fast lane, no Mazy but Gatti,
The way I write my rhyme is basically considered bawdy.

"My milk and honey, my chérie-chérie amore",
Run in the streets? You're better off livin' in Norway.
Bring your bitch too we might even have a four-way,
Specifically your man, because to me you're a known gay.

Slit you from the bottom up and I'll drink it regardless,
Ruthless fucking being, cisswapped and I'd be a Goddess.
Anyone can shoot a rap and try and be the hottest,
How can you try to run the game, and still be modest?
is kyure alive?
Originally Posted by Bercat View Post
Call me the biggest, the best, the prophet.
Cuz I kill the fakest, the rest, yo ass. So watch it.
I ignore the weakest, the pests, yo ass. So stop it.
Call me the exterminator. Test my gat and I'll pop it.

Rollin' joints with the ashes of what's left of the defeated.
Role in Aston Martin on the corpses of those that retreated.
Delaying your death. Make like Michael Jackson and Beat it.
Before I shoot you like pac and then history's repeated.

We got rats in the front room, roaches in the back.
My crew at your front door with a baseball bat.
Take a mighty swing. And in return your legs react.
Next you're laid out on the concrete, two broken knee caps.

Post 420!

Bigger men taken down with one fatal sweep,
Naive nigga, know my name, know I lay em' to sleep.
Puff 2 piece and grew spleens to sacrifice a sheep,
Same as the rhyme you run, away for fate to leap.

Enough with the abstractica, more with the automatic,
Plenty of em' here and you sound like you tryin' to catch some static.
Nigga been happy-go-lucky typing from Aunt Lucky's attic,
Keep acting like it's a game and I swear it'll get traumatic.

Large contradictory if were talking about fake,
Hell, I'm relaxed as Ferris Bueller with the drugs that I take.
Villages wait. Court date 8th Ber stabbed with a stake,
It's still in his face when you visit his wake.
is kyure alive?
Originally Posted by Bercat View Post
We got hornets on the East coast, bumble bees in the West.
Hunnid g's, sellin' keys. Stuck in this hood, that's the nest.
I bring home the honey. My money, I dare you to test.
Your ass is good for one sting. I can take it. Be my guest.

You're a ship washed up on the shore to tell you the truth.
You don't work like you used to. Don't sail no more. Goof.
Washed up in dirt, you can get out. Like I did in my youth.
You can escape the grasp of the ghetto. And I be the proof.

But there's a difference, you see. Between me and you.
You lack the confidence, the tree, the green, the crew.
You lack the ability and the skill to do whatever you do.
So the difference between us is that I'm better than you.

But
Lets see if you can match with what the veterans do,
If only you knew the harsh reality that will ensue.
You're like a living piece gum crawling from under the shoe,
I've never stopped spittin' shit sicker than swine flu.

Morgues full of dead niggas who was takin' from me,
Nine pass the side street blastin at ya' family tree.
You can be one of a million cleaning my trailed debris,
Legend told, near the sea of Embry's hyperbolic spree.

Yup we farther back, like some soldier's strap,
Set to take you off the map, this is more talk the rap.
I think I'm going back to killin' and assaultin' tracks,
Rhymes were flat for mimicking Jesus, guess I was wrong for that.
is kyure alive?
Next time, fiddle and try with every rhyme,
Be the reason hip-hop starts to wither and die.
Done with the weak shit, I'm blowin' ya back in time,
Back when you were better, back when coca cola was a dime.

Stronger than typhoon, get ya head up like high noon.
Rap like I'm ready to die soon.
And I don't advise you to try dude, look at how I move,
I split a spliff faster for my groove.

Since I was 5'2, remember who was loyal to my rule,
We call em' Emb Boys, they will find you.
A daily reminder you can wind up with peoples behind you.
Literally at any time, as inconvenient as Randu.
is kyure alive?