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  • Which are the best rhymes Wayne did in a song?

    The songs with he best rhymes in my mind are go getter and demo 2.

    no quitter:
    Victory consistently

    Train all year
    To be the enemy's misery
    No stress visibly
    Neither does it enter me
    I think postively
    You can't harm me mentally
    Not physically
    Not spiritually
    You'll never get rid of me
    I am the epitome
    Of "this is what you did to me"
    Nothing is what you did for me
    Nothing is what you give to me
    I take whatever I'm visioning
    Now break all the limiting
    Now shake all the gimmicking
    The fakery
    The trickery
    Nurse
    How sick is he
    Worse
    I'm sickening
    I'll be at the finish line
    First
    How quick is he
    I'm on that show
    They mention me
    For the next century
    I ain't with the bickering
    I am full of dignity
    I am full of energy
    Pull out the inner me
    A bull after dinner meat
    I stood in the winter heat
    It could be the end of me
    But good be defending me

    demo 2:
    I am da har-dest motherfucka to try it before
    my diet is ya'll, I riot and war
    fightin dem all, bite'in dem all, giant or small, I am a dog,
    I can smile at dum bitches and brighten dem all
    I am a hog, ridin dem all
    I just lay that pipe and Im off


    write the best rhymes in your oppinion down, maybe I forgot some songs!
    Last edited by freakjasp; 12-23-2013, 08:59 AM.

  • #2
    curtains

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    • #3
      levels freestyle

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      • #4
        Death wish, last of a dying breed, etc

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        • #6
          Muthafuckin' psychopath
          Young Money cave men, muthafuck a Geico add
          Fo' Fo' bulldog, fuck around and bite yo ass
          Shittin' on you bitches now let me flush the toilet and wipe my ass
          Bitch I'm willin' to light my cash, no I'm not I love my dough
          Got them hoes fallin' like a hundred million dominoes
          But I don't eat pizza, I eat pussy when he wouldn't
          Holla at ya guala, yeah bitch it's me
          Kickin' muthafuckas out the kitchen heat
          I'll put you where the fishes sleep
          And when they wake, you'll be the fishies feast
          Yeah, I'm a shark you see my fin ho
          Bullet leave a hole in ya face, not a dimple
          Straight from the N.O., it's no problemo
          To put a nigga brians on the muthafuckin' window
          Ugh, damn right I'm nasty
          How I come through in that white eyed Aston
          The leather guts and might I add in
          It's black on chrome like Darren McFadden
          Yeah, and don't be comparin my swag with
          These wack-ass niggas thats o-so-swagless
          Yeah, and call me Mr. Swag-more
          Gotcha girlfriend open like some fuckin' pores
          Or open like some fuckin doors, nigga its fuck you and I'm fuckin' yours
          From the bedroom to the floors...whores

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          • #7

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            • #8
              waynes rhymes on "Seat Down Low" are crazy:

              I like my seat down low and my window slightly cracked
              Ridin' with a bad ho, with her girlfriend in the back
              I like to get real high and I never look back
              And you don't wanna try me, and don't I look strapped?
              I come from the hardest city, ain't nobody fuckin' with it
              Got a black-and-gold soul, with a fresh New Orleans fitted
              And a collared polo and a pair of Bally Bucks
              Young Money, motherfucker, know you worried 'bout us
              Cash Money, motherfucker, CMR I trust
              Never had my jaw broken, but his jaw I bust
              And I probably got your girlfriend on my bus
              What happens on my bus, stays on my bus
              And that white widow weed out the jar is a must
              If you give me a cigar, then a cigar I'll bust
              Put that white widow weed in the cigar and puff
              Look ma, I'm tryna make a porno, starring us
              Well not just us, a couple foreign sluts
              Yeah, we make this some ménage à troisin', y'all in?
              I be with Jim Jones and we be ballin', ballin'
              Yeah, baby, we ballin', like Rawlins and Spalding
              Pint of DJ Screw and that Hawaiian
              I am leanin' like a 3 legged lion, climbing
              Right to the top of the motherfuckin' mountain.. counting
              I'm gonna need me an accountant to count it
              Mannie got this fuckin' beat poundin', it's poundin'
              But it was just lost, until I found it, I found it
              Stole it like a scoundrel, Hollygrove hound it
              Put this bitch to sleep, fuckin' right, I night-gowned it
              Niggas talkin cheap, tell them niggas, "Pipe down, bitch!"
              Bloods in the building, now everybody soundless
              Beatin' up this track like a muthafuckin' round-fist
              Blind, deaf, or crazy, I'mma spit like a long kiss
              I am just a Martian, ain't nobody else on this planet
              I know, see I live by my only
              Say, where my cheese, nigga? Where my macaroni?
              Baby, I get up in dat ass, and act a donkey
              Candy on candy, nigga grippin' the grain
              See, I'm the only fire that can live in the rain
              I am so New Orleans, like 1825 Tulane


              what a crazy verse. Top Flow, Top Lyrics, Top Rhyming..

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              • #9
                Originally posted by Lil-Waayne View Post
                waynes rhymes on "Seat Down Low" are crazy:

                I like my seat down low and my window slightly cracked
                Ridin' with a bad ho, with her girlfriend in the back
                I like to get real high and I never look back
                And you don't wanna try me, and don't I look strapped?
                I come from the hardest city, ain't nobody fuckin' with it
                Got a black-and-gold soul, with a fresh New Orleans fitted
                And a collared polo and a pair of Bally Bucks
                Young Money, motherfucker, know you worried 'bout us
                Cash Money, motherfucker, CMR I trust
                Never had my jaw broken, but his jaw I bust
                And I probably got your girlfriend on my bus
                What happens on my bus, stays on my bus
                And that white widow weed out the jar is a must
                If you give me a cigar, then a cigar I'll bust
                Put that white widow weed in the cigar and puff
                Look ma, I'm tryna make a porno, starring us
                Well not just us, a couple foreign sluts
                Yeah, we make this some ménage à troisin', y'all in?
                I be with Jim Jones and we be ballin', ballin'
                Yeah, baby, we ballin', like Rawlins and Spalding
                Pint of DJ Screw and that Hawaiian
                I am leanin' like a 3 legged lion, climbing
                Right to the top of the motherfuckin' mountain.. counting
                I'm gonna need me an accountant to count it
                Mannie got this fuckin' beat poundin', it's poundin'
                But it was just lost, until I found it, I found it
                Stole it like a scoundrel, Hollygrove hound it
                Put this bitch to sleep, fuckin' right, I night-gowned it
                Niggas talkin cheap, tell them niggas, "Pipe down, bitch!"
                Bloods in the building, now everybody soundless
                Beatin' up this track like a muthafuckin' round-fist
                Blind, deaf, or crazy, I'mma spit like a long kiss
                I am just a Martian, ain't nobody else on this planet
                I know, see I live by my only
                Say, where my cheese, nigga? Where my macaroni?
                Baby, I get up in dat ass, and act a donkey
                Candy on candy, nigga grippin' the grain
                See, I'm the only fire that can live in the rain
                I am so New Orleans, like 1825 Tulane


                what a crazy verse. Top Flow, Top Lyrics, Top Rhyming..
                Yeah this is one of my favs too, so good flow, nice rhymes

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                • #10
                  Kiss u to the BREAST
                  EAST and WEST
                  Then i go South
                  And clean up my MESS

                  lmaooooo 😂

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                  • #11
                    Blunt Blowin, Wasted, Swag Surf, Demolition Pt2

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