i see where you find youre material
go home baby an get a big bowl of cereal
and when you need milk just call me
dont worry i will give it to you for free
this is like halo im on a killing spree
once i got you in a hold you wont ever be free
just like a porno bondage clip
dressed in black leather i will make you strip
put a chain on you and take you on a walk
put a gag ball on so you wont talk
you need one right now
put some white paint on so you look like a cow
and when im done i will give you a treat
tie you up by the feet and crap on you for fun.

 

PUNKenstein is it??
please please do me the favor and quit
you need to stop tryin to spit
because quite honestly you sound like shit
im sick of the wanna be's thinkin theyre good
when they have only driven thru the hood
i say you get on a mental plan
you really should
you sound like B-RAD
you arent cool you never made to even be a FAD
its okay will let you to two big boys play
just try not to let them know youre wedding day

 

Me quit? Go away? Give this stuff up? NEVER! Got rhymes for days and your head? I'll sever.
This stuff's my entertainment, and it's clear YOU need practice. I was born with this skill and apparently, YOU lack this.
Your lines are stale and get booed like Dane Cook, you heard I was comin' and kids said "He got shook!"
So run along now, go and check on Brittany. You gave it your best, there's no shame in quitting, see?
I gets on my knees for no man, that'll never happen Earkel. You want that type of stuff, best head to Dupont Circle....

 

You guys suck.

 

Wyz, you and I don't have a problem I see
we're both lyrical and a potential prodigy.

But ZS14 can't get on my level
My lyrics give you hell, but don't call me the devil.
Satan's ambitions are very persuasive
but my righteous mind is very evasive
of the bullshit that you always hand me
don't give me a Tony, bitch give me a Grammy.

Just because I'm white don't compare me to that bitch
send your ass to jail, you'll get raped like a snitch.
I'm here to shut your punk ass down.
Keep acting like a bitch, I'll make you frown.
Your lyrics are making you look like a clown
my bodyguards will keep you from coming around.

 

Allow me to lace up my shoes, get in my kung-fu stance. And I'll whip kick you like Bruce doin' that GOOFBALL dance.
Flying guillotine fist'll hit you dead in yo' chest, for ever doubting WYZ and Phunk are the best.
Drunk monkey kick that *** like Jackie Chan in his prime and land on both feets still holdin' my wine [hiccup].
Backflip over you like Sho Kosugi's son, land behind you, leg sweep you. It's over.....you're done.

 

Yo my nose keeps dripping and it's time for more meds
sike i need to shut up and take my azz to beds
But Taking all these pills is making me loopy
at least im not stuck in the bathroom trying to poopy
Im upset I cannot drive the z
Breaking my heart no one can really see
Side effects are mood swings and dizziness
better back off before I put my foot up your fat anus
maybe one of you will trade me an immune system?
Or else I guess you'll be my next victim

ps. someone should bring me chicken noodle

 

My rhymes are sickzzzzz yo
yo yo yo sicko rhymez yo!
end///

 

you definitely FAIL^^

 

OMG

where the **** have I been....

damn near kilt myself eating cheerios.....

 

Wake up motherfuckers get off your capers
it's time for the phunk to reel in his papers.
Ethan Lo talked shit on my Facebook
so now its time for him to get his case cooked.

Lo, my man, I thought we was cool
I fly high without wings while you droppin' stools
Destroy me? Damn you must be losin' it
cuz I stay high while you stay bruisin it.

I got an insatiable sense for dropping these rhymes
You got a creatable stench for useless crimes.
Stay silent Ethan Lo, learn from them mimes
that my prime shines lines with the hands of time.

Come at me tiny asian man, show me what you got
Give it all you got, don't give me a croc'
of bullshit I know thats what you always deal
all these bystanders know I'm keepin' it real.

 

I'm the Azn mandingo
My dingo go, go-go
My winky go so loooow

 

I got cataclysms, mannerisms,
and much more chisms and isms
that will stop you, drop you
maybe even wanna pop two
in your dome, leave your throne
got more than 10 bitches at home.

I fly them birds, you heard my words
cash deposits always preferred.
You play soft, I play hard
no bluffing in this game of cards.

Pop the clutch, she likes it rough
makin' sure the dick stays tough.
I've been holdin' back how your styles' wack
I could do it better, even on crack.

Explicate your hate that perpetuates
and escapes the fate that you can not create.
Tempo moving slower till the style runs empty
Never hits E, my flow still has plenty.
The rhythm, the rhyme, the time, the scale
goes together well so I can not fail.

Hope everybody's starting to get better
blame all the sickness on the weather.
I'm cold at work, but I don't need a sweater.
Got this all wraps up tight like tether.

 

This thread started out GOOFy but now its all PHUNKy
with raps and rhymes thats making Chen Blow chunky
soup out his nose I suppose its better than talking about dick
too much of it man youre making me sick
Phunk Try rhymin about something other than your meat hammer
all this talk about dick makes me feel like im locked in the slammer
Sorry phunk im not tryin to scare ya
But leave out sexin girls and dick gestures I dare ya
When I read your rhymes I feel like im in the stall in Middle school
Jason youre an idiot

 

ok ok ok ok...

 

I never went one hundred percent away
on my knees today to the Lord I pray
put my record on the table, don't forget to press play
because phunk is back in town and I got somethin' to say.

Jon, I'll leave out the sex this time around
bumpin the sound that keep your ears drowned
in the town we all know as Phunkville
Where the killers get killed and the streets a thrill.
Don't need to live the life of a gangsta out here.
Why waste time gettin' labeled a wangsta out here?
Don't come at me callin' me the spanksta out here,
I prefer to be known as the shanksta out here.
In phunkville, I can live without fear
and the sheer sound of gunfire I can hear loud 'n' clear.

Everyday's a new adventure in this wild town
homie you's a fake clown so you'll be the one I take down.
Casper on this mic but don't call me a ghost
my lyricism flows will make sure you're comatose.
Not only in the studio, I can blow shows up
got no luck, but my bank account full like a cup.
Smack your ass to the ground don't need no pampers
your body in pieces will be found in your hamper.
From the city, dub, don't live round campers
Murder is my scene, and the evidence is surely tampered.

 

Give it up for PHUNK he a fellow G rider
You wanna see the stars come with me I'll take you higher
Swag surfin like a white boy at the beach
And i constantly get sucked like a fu*kin leach
All these dudes just fruity like an orchard peach
All of yall are just students so let me teach
I throw punch after punch just call me Ali
Ill have u in the hostipal bed wit IV's
You think ur full of surprises so surprise me
Im a gangsta so i only ride in G's
You dont know who u messin with ive been a great
Spittin fire that will make ur face disintegrate
I intimidate in instances you are bait
And im a shark who hasnt ate, get it straight
RaginRaj came to deliver hot lead
Giving em free facelifts even if they dont have bread (money).



I got you PHUNK!

 

ok, here's the deal
ain't got the time to read your posts and see if you bitches are real.
Drunk bitches on my couch, so this time i'll steal.

Read a couple slackin rhymes and it pissed me off,
Talkin all this **** like you jumped off the cross.

ripped off, jipped off,
You're rhymes leave me criss crossed.

Give me somethin special!
NOT like your droolin kid' that likes to wrestle.

Belive me. i'll change your mind.
When I spit these rhymes and bust one of a kind.
The **** you crave that blows your mind

I get PISSED off when I see you bitch3s slackin!
No skills you possess but you still keep yappin.

Nothin on your plate but you still keep trackin,
the nut that drips off your chin like its f*ckin lip smackin.

Wish I could accentuate these rhymes to your face,
Words flyin at you like a hair trigger mace.

trace,case,bass, blah blah blah.
hippity hoo haha


Im drunk. good night.

 

O.K. , sobered up
phunkensteins rhymes are empty like his moms tip cup.

Found the time to rewind and look up,
dissapointing flow for your pops, yo phunk... what up?

Its been a while son,
but I cant be mild son.

please dont get riled son,
Gotta spit this fire like the sh*t is wild son,

Rhymin like you a gangsta yo,
But your lease just ran out on your trailor ho.

Its cool, we can eat bologna sandwiches and and call each other "bro"
but at the end of the day, your chocolate rhymes melt like some fake *** snow.

I wouldnt really mind, but im still kinda tipsy
"phunkenstein" just sounds kinda silly you see,
Better off claimin your roots and lookin at the tree,
shoulda,woulda,coulda called yourself a faagg0t *** gypsy.

Dont know you but you surely remember my face,
The exact time and place that I ruined your girls face.
White streaks down her cheek so she couldn't continue to fake,
Trailor park trash, she gets no chocolate cake.

 

Ethan wants a battle, so a fight he'll get
not only in the day, in the night I spit.
Phunk's gonna quit? Aww shit.
Say that again you might get hit.

I'll light you up with a thousand volts
gun smoke be tricklin' down your throat.
Just came out of grade school to show you how I stay cool
don't play fool or get your brain tooled.
Don't matter that I'm younger than a VHS tape,
cassette tape, my shit's great.
I make police hate my quick rate
of clownin bitches, dont believe in a soul mate.

Don't need to care how bitches stare
lettin' em suck my dick is not a cheap fair.
Make sure you shave down there
before phunk come gives you his *** to share.
Got more flow than Ethan's got rice
dragonball Z hair's surely got lice.
Let's fight then, give me a big grin
kick your shin then I'll cap your kin.
On this stage, never faint at my age
cuz this cage let's me turn a page
in the book of your life, Monica's my wife
got a knife to your veins so don't complain
when my reign rains down on your brain.