Rhymes and conc rhyming only!

Rules:
1. nO bITTING
2. nO pAPA aND mAMA dISS
3. nO sERIOUS bEEFING
4. 16 - 24 lINES


Any body can start the shit, aint this cool? come on Emcees

My type needs no hype, cos i see so many fakers appeared cursed/
That's why y'all paused, keep watch and dont touch, am the annointed i scourch/
I keep rolling 'em out, this truly vex 'em tout, doubt it your lyrics cant shout/
I bet with my health, pain is what you felt, you now closer to hell than death/
I am not very winsome, that is why i got you in some shit, that is ugly/
I got here fast, I will always remain a bully, shear fast you could get some clothes - wooly!/
Sweet cries are over, sprint cross-over, cos by now you should have a shelter, a cover/
I took you far away, Now it's to harsh you wanna be a runaway, kid I say no way/
My rhymes @ their primes, my tim[/b]e is right as clean [b]crime, sublime cos this is basic like lime/
I am the champion not even ping pong's, am lion my inscriptions greater than king kong's/
My day to fly, you day to cry, Cos now you're shy, but me? for why?
The lead warrior, y'all know I cause horror, my flame did, it still dulls y'all/
Call a 'pade, a[b] spade[/b], most men here could be better called Jade/
For wackstars my lyrics siphoned, yet y'all know I got paid, while y'all bitches got laid/
I'm sorry ridiculous souls, you could be better doing something sinuous, probably slows/
Rap AINT silly, it doesn't Bleep 'hores, who'd the craziest screwing, naughty bores/

Sicky tricky,

I'm out!