I figured it was time to start a new thread. The same rules as last time.

10-16 bars.

Whoever decides to post next, starts off with the subject matter of the previous emcee.
As your verse goes on, switch up the subject matter.
No spamming or dissing.

I'll start...


Skeletons in my closet, breaking bread with broken bones
Bloody bedsheets embedded in the deadest open homes
Beheading is a fetish, conscience filled with screams
Murder you in your sleep is my way of killing dreams
Keep an open grave next to a rusty guillotine, a million streams
of Blood, bound for Hell, giving Lucifer his red attire
I could come at any minute, so he protects himself with a bed of fire
Fuck a pitchfork, I'll make this bitch talk when my glocks spit
Slit his throat in the mirror and force him to watch it
I've been the owner since, I dethroned the Prince of Darkness
Wanted to hang around Hell so I lynched his carcess
The Son of the Morning, no longer Sol Invictus, unfold the scriptures
Creating frozen elixers from the world's coldest rivers

This verse is kind of old, but I don't care.

-Cryza

youre a martian and im a spartan
smoke cigarettes by the carton, shit when im fartin
pop an oxycontin, roxy and clonopin
shot a fox with to glocks then watched it rotten
i dont make no sense like welfare checks
dont want my two cents, like welfare checks
outta money but i can afford crack rocks
im not funny but i wack off to whores with black cocks
im wearin slacks, socks, and 2 smocks
with blue crocs and a tube top
my pubes groomed like a broom mop
fucked dudes on shrooms in my room pops
comin out the closet with a glass of drano
comin out the closet in the ass of maino
listenin to letter to pac
whistlin in my sweater to jocks

JUST WANTED TO DROP IN, I FELL LIKE THEY JUST LET ME BACK IN TO G.P.
AFTER ISOLATION WITHOUT MY MASK so now EVERYONE CAN SEE ME
ASK THE DOCTER the AFTERMATH IN THIS DEATHRACE I took off the MASK
TO LET GO OF MY PAST.
As if the MASK CHANGED MY LIFE THEY CALLED ME FRANK NOT WHITE
IT was ME THAT FORMED the COMMISSION before BIG WAS WHITE LIKE MIKE
AND JAY WENT FROM UNTOUCHABLE TO ICEBERGSLIM, RIDE RIM'S SPORT TIMB'S
IT WAS ALL A DREAM I NEVER READ WORD UP MAGAZINE! IT WAS JUST A "VIBE"
ALWAYS RIDE WITH THE 5TH BYE MY SIDE THANK YOU LORD I NEVER HAD TO LET IT FLY
BUT WITH MY TACTICS I SPIT CLASSIC NOUNS AND VERBS THAT ARE UNTESTED
AFTER I LEFT YOU BREATHLESS LIKE THE KISS OF A MISTRESS YOU LYEING LIFELESS
BURNING YOUR MEMOREY REMEMBER ME THE ONE PUSHING KEYS FOR A TREMENDOUS FLOW
BLOW BYE BLOW LIKE A ROYAL BATTLE IN SLOW MO
FLOWING THREW A GOLDEN MICROPHONE MY VOICE SHATTERS YOUR JAWBONE
SOUNDS OF YOUR GROANS AND MOANS LETS ME SIT BACK AND REFLIX ON MY LIFE'S WORK
YOUR HEADSTONE READS.
"HEAR LYES THE BODY OF A PISSED OFF RAPPER"
"WHO NEVER MADE IT PASS THE TEXT BATTLE'S IN THIS XXL FORM"
AS FOR ME GIVE ME "MOORE" AS IF MY NAME WAS "DEMI" BUT THE INK IN MY SKIN
NEEDLE IN MY ARM GOT ME HIGH LIKE METH BACKED BYE THE CHIEF,RAEKWON THEM
AND ME HEAT UP THE RANGE LIKE STOVETOPS THAT POPS WHEN IT GETS HOT
ITS TIME TO EAT CAUSE EVERY WORD THAT I SPEAK IS FOOD FOR THOUGHT
TIME TO EAT PULL UP A CHAIR LETS SPARK THE BRAINWAVES THAT BRING CHIT CHAT
TO AIRWAVES,! NOW BREATH
THAT NEWSHIT FROM THE OLDSCHOOL DAYS WITH A DIAMOND GAZE
MY STAKES IN THIS HAND OF POKER MARKED WITH VICTORY STRIPS
STRIPS ARE RUNNING WITH THE STARS OF THE BANNER RACE
THE STAKES IN THIS GAME IS ON SOME NAVYSEAL SHIT
IT'S THE GHOST TYPE OF SHIT
HARD TO FIND ON SOME I DON'T KNOW TYPE OF SHIT.....