Multiple Multies

I stay coppin-them-goods, shots poppin-them-hoods, stop it, and cock-it,-shoot-to-good, either a dummy-gon-get-lead, or i'll put more 'money-on-ya-head' then a 'prostitute-would', and my 'mouth piece so sick' when i 'spit' i give the 'crowd mono', and guns 'clap so much' my nickname should be 'bravo'

bravo or encore this is a re-enactment unzip my pants for free-detatchment reveal the monster and make these skee's-attack-it smoke trees-and-hash-kid i spit wit ease-you-faggots most G's-are-actors they neva squeezed-a-ratchet

my rhymez 'fire' no 'need-a-jacket', make me mad i'll stay rapin-ya-girl, breakin-ya-work, stop frontin nigga, we all know you 'fake illness' like 'depressed school' kids 'fakin-to-hurl', so their trapt-in-the-past, knowing my lyrics hittin fast-when-they-slash, i clap-and-then-smash, 'broken arm' so you get 'smacked-with-the-cast'

: keep the crack-in-the-stash hands off mah cake or shells will rip ya back-and-ya-calves stay on the grind in the hood im rappin-for-cash your girl hit me up trust me duke im tappin-dat-ass im packin-ta-blast reverse time and start attackin-ya-past

im a ref-ugee-rollin-wit-magz,-step-n-squeeze-chrome-in-ya-abs, cause i'll 'rip this bitch' out of a 'sick pass', and im like a ref-eree-throwin-the-flag, clappin-these-,blown-in-ya-ass, and i'll 'NFL' this nigga and get him 'ripped-fast'

vaporized when the grips-grasped lead in their lungs and watch this bitch-gasp,got feinds comin back-for-a-visit cuz the crack-is-exquisite you cant see us ya lackin-the-vision heat seekers track-with-precision razors dispatched-for-incision

you know them niggas-is-snitchin-when-im-poppin-that-clip-in, and you know them bitches-is-kickin-when-im-hoppin-that-dick-in, duckin n fuckin, leavin chickens-in-kitchens-then-shots-in-catz-rippin, shuttin n cuttin, then flippin-then-dippin-sippin-shots-n-thats-livin

the macks-grinnin cuz ya wack-writtens lack-hiddens i'll put caps on ya head like gat-fitted's,lames-are-tessin-me cuz i claim-the-weaponry and maim-accessively i spit game-infectously inflict pain-successfully

me? i turn-hurts, hold on to your hats cuz im the one to burst-first, stompin there work-turf of faggots who 'brag', but have the 'worse-verse', no one can escape my absurd-smurks, cuz i disperse-herbs, like i exert-burps, im a killa, ill reverse-thirst, and use my 'immature-herd' just to 'lure-skirts'

this shit is pure-pert for insecure-herbs i obscure-verbs for sure-hurt,niggas lovin-this-shit im runnin-wit-clips gunnin-the-tips guttin-ya-ribs blades spun-in-ya-hips stunnin-wit-spits im shunnin-you-kids

Real shit :insane: :wave:

I liked tha 1st verse tha most but it was hot.

Your forcing em at times..........
"poppin-them-hoods"
"cock-it,-shoot-to-good"
and wording of some lines is forced so it falls in line wit multies and it makes it sound horrid..... also multies are supposed to help the flow not destroy it
wordplay here and there though.....
overall ....good to see someone tryin to up the skill round here.......but there is still shit to work on

and quit wit the dashes and quotes

Thas wus up...mixed ya multies and ya punches thas hott...nice length to it.....keep droppin shit

thanks for the feed