Rhyme Cypher

[Bag Mandela]

Cold with a chillin tempo,
I'm here outdrifting enzos in little yellow cinquecentos,
Off my friggin head tho I'm kicking this so chill n mellow you'd think I wrote this shit amid a meadow off some trippy jello,
Or was it post-dickin in ya sisters renault?
Could've been ya bitches mini metro,
It's like a rolled up newspaper in width n length so whichever one of em it was I left em with an Echo,
Music to your ears when I swing a cello,
I just did a bunch of meth so I could get out of a shitty ket hole n now I'm stuck climbing the walls like a little gecko

Next rhyme: Donald Trump

[TheShaman]

Donald Trump, what a fucking cunt.
A stupid ass in The White House like it's Forrest Gump.
He should have gotten shot at the start of the movie like Buster Scruggs.
Or at least have been the runner up. I mean, Americans, wtf?
In 2016 he was the underdog, but this time he was an upper boss.
Even though he fumbled with covid and tried to punt the ball.
When he let those zombie fucks run amok in Washington.
With that in mind, to give 47 a .45 your IQ must be 41.
It's like your gf's sucking other cocks. All you're getting's this sorry fuck.
And Harry Potter buffs might argue: "Slytherin's better than Hufflepuff!"
But that's an orange guy vs. apple pie. Ask the Tolkien mob:
Which stick would you rather get beaten with? Saruman's or Dumbledore's?
It's not a thought worth pondering or storing up for college funds.
The U.S.A. today is like Weimar, cuz the Republic is falling off.
That collective unconscious, and it ain't Carl Gustav Jung.
Last time they where openly heiling it lead to the holocaust.
This time, they're killing Palestinians while Netanyahu get's a mazel tov.
And now it's the lgbt-community and the foreigners they've cordened off.
But their policies will fail like the war on drugs.
At least if you think about Crime and Punishment like Raskolnikov.
Take your granddaddy's shotgun from the addict and saw it off.
And put the barrel to his head like he lost at Donkey Kong.
His whole cabinet should be on Death Row cuz they're all Kurupt.
In the corridors, that oligarchic autist Musk with a puppet sock.
Trying to call the shots while spouting conspiracies about Fortress Knox.
These billionaries even caused the most awful drops in Wall Street stocks.
Their tariff plan is suicide by burning all bridges, then jumping off.
Now you're all at odds like a black man who can't call the cops.
But Trump still thinks "The name's Norris. Chuck Norris, chump".
Or he just reminds me of James Bond, cuz he's getting Russian love.
But it ain't even about The Cold War or about hawks and doves.
The guy literally thinks Greenland is a land of money, and he wants it all.
In a fucking cowboy hat, with two Magnums and a Southern drawl.
But he has no idea how much it costs to give up a brother's trust.
Or wait, he already lost his brother cuz he was always drunk.
Guess he never understood how to hug the dude or call him up.
Like we saw with Roy Cohn in The Apprentice when he bought him cuffs.
All he knows is the jungle law cuz he sold his soul to a monkey paw.
So now it's impossible to call his bluff cuz he'll just double down or double up.
Ever since Obama made fun of him at that White House Correspondents talk.
He's had a Chip on his shoulder like he's Donald Duck.
But he's hollow inside, so there's no way to keep it bottled up.
So he'd rather just toast to the end of democracy. Bottoms up!

Next rhyme: Tech N9ne.

[EyeDealIstic]

Tech N9ne may not be gay but the same cannot be said of you.
Why? Because you welcome gentlemen in the area where you poo.

[TheShaman]

Eyedealistic.. I think it's quite realistic that you're highly autistic.
You rhymed "you" with "poo" cuz the latter's your idea of lipstick.
When you're getting served by gentlemen it ain't high tea and biscuits.
It's an inspiring trick where he tries to tighten his sphincter while being fisted.
A violent image: You're open wide and the missile is ballistic.
No wonder you need a psychiatry clinic. Your mind's syphilitic.
Every night spirits visit you to perform Tai Chi and mystics.
He thinks he's deep cuz he likes reading Rowling and Grisham.
Let the irony sink in, like it does with Byron and Dickens.
Nah, wait.. I think I know why your eyelid is itching.
Pinkeye is a bitch, innit? That ass licking's mighty addictive.
I know it's hard for you to stop like Irishmen drinking.
But cry me a river. You're a grown ass man. Defy the statistics!
Try a powder that's white like the wigs on Enlightenment figures.
Anything but this. When you start spitting lyrics you sound like a gimmick.
So just get off the site. You're better off studying rhymes in linguistics.

Next rhyme: Enzyme

[Ion Metatron]

I pour Enzymes & Mix it wit a lil Fire water
Pour it in some Chocolate Milk, then I Go & find your daughter
My words Define torture, Rvpe, Assault & different types of Murder
Cook opponents, flip'em on they back, like I Fry a Burger
Listen, Grind words up like its Chop meat, when I Drop key's
& keep some plastic wrap for former rappers & they Bodies
I bring it back to Gotti, Make a call to a couple Kids?
They'll be waiting on My Signal like a Text from the Government

Next Rhyme: Parishioner

[TheShaman]

Hey Ion, dope rhymes, but in this thread you need to rhyme on the same word all the way through.

Like this:

Parishioner?
They say I flow dope like Wallace. You know the lad, Christopher.
But they don't know I'm also producing like Daz Dillinger.
You hear? I'll put spikes in your ears like a bad limiter.
Blood squirting out your brain like I'm watching Jap cinema.
You're too out of tune to autotune: Bad tempered like mad emperors.
If we add temperature, your veins'll go pop like bad singles, blaahr..
You signed your soul for the gold when you wrote that silliness.
Meanwhile I write with flow in my lines like fast signatures.
So when I rhyme I cause more genocides than Kissinger.
Leave you wet in the bed without a head or a sprinkler.
After I spray the shit out you like I gave you an enema.
Cuz you think your life's epic and your homeland's Ithica.
But in reality you look like a fucking charicature.
That's why I took your wife and put a bit of Paris in her.
When we spent an afternoon on the strip like Ferris Bueller.

Yeah, I rhymed parishioner with Ferris Bueller. Finger snaps from the WRC crowd and subpoenas from the rest.

Next rhyme: Red wine.

[Bag Mandela]

I hate red wine, but meths fine,
It might kill you quicker but helps you meet a deadline,
Know how many times I've had sex? 9, since bedtime, I joined this website only to then find everyone has a condition that compels them to make text rhyme,
To tell you a bit about myself I'm a bioengineering supplier & my enzymes sell fine,
Moneys why we can't be equal, the irony of the ¥en sign,
Rely on luck n it'll blow up in your face so I don't press mine,
I'll finger your sister n roll up stinking like fresh brine, can't believe I've just realised you rhymed "next rhyme" with "red wine", I stay observant like a deaf blind with brain damage on the left side, why amazonin out? they say 30s are a gents prime

Next rhyme: Gently skinned

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I hate red wine, but meths fine,
It might kill you quicker but helps you meet a deadline,
Know how many times I've had sex? 9, since bedtime, I joined this website only to then find everyone has a condition that compels them to make text rhyme,
To tell you a bit about myself I'm a bioengineering supplier & my enzymes sell fine,
Moneys why we can't be equal, the irony of the ¥en sign,
Rely on luck n it'll blow up in your face so I don't press mine,
I'll finger your sister n roll up stinking like fresh brine, can't believe I've just realised you rhymed "next rhyme" with "red wine", I stay observant like a deaf blind with brain damage on the left side, why amazonin out? they say 30s are a gents prime

Next rhyme: Gently skinned

[TheShaman]

Gently skinned.. Is that your breath? It stinks. Yo, take a mint.
You know The Shaman's kink are those rhymes that'll make you think.
About your life, then join a transcendental meditation ring like David Lynch.
You like The Sound of Music cuz that lady sings My Favourite Things.
I only like the modal reharmonizationings by John Coltrane, it swings!
Cuz otherwise "it ain't a thing" like that tune by Duke Ellington.
And you can put that on everything like you're vacating on Penny Lane.
You say I ain't got that many Yen like 50 Cent before Many Men.
But I've got many vases made in late Beijing during ancient Ming.
So it's make or break when I slay the chinks using David's sling.
It's like one day I just made a hit cuz they made me king.
You say you're blind, but I'm sure you just mean when you blink.
Every Breath You Take could kill an Australian.. That's a Ray with Sting.
You must be a dragon with all the flames you spit. Or, no.. Wait a bit.
Maybe he's just a lazy bitch who loves the ass like it's Shrek he's in.
Guess that would explain the sex dungeon with the anal rings.
So The Ring of Fire with Johnny Cash must be the pain he's in.
Look at that.. I'm mentioning cocks again so now Egg is in.
But since it's Easter, I'll let him raise again when I break it in like the deadly sins.

Next rhyme: Bunny and Clyde

[Bag Mandela]

I pull a sweeper on fools committing brushemocide,
Trump is the guy, with regard to showing most yanks are fucked in the mind,
You meet bitches on the premise you're gonna nut in her pie but then just cuddle & cry,
When a dude appears it's impulse shopping you suddenly bi,
I stay straight up gully n hype, if I've come for a fight you'd be better off viewing instructional guides on how to run for ya life,
I'm fully the type to eat asparagus for a month n decide to get to fuckin ya wife n then cum in her eye & tie her up til it dries,
I usually keep it funky n fly but if I missed-rest I can be a cunt on the side

Next rhyme: babysitter