RHYMES.ORG FAN PAGE

Yo yo wassup everyone, my name is Lewis, but y'all can call me L-Wizzy. This here is my web-page dedicated to the bomb-ass rhymes of my two dopest homies 4 life, Wack Wizard and Supercuts who make up the bangin' fresh rap duo y'all best learn is called Rhymes.org. Now, you ask these dudes to bring the noise, these motherfuckers be bringin' the noise all over your face like it was a rag doll. NO DOUBT.

Even the big dogs run when they see my boyz comin', cause they know that deep inside they only be frontin'. Aight well you can probably see that my science is not that tight, but that's gravy cuz the rhymin and schemin is what my boyz do right. Now they haven't been signed with Snoop or Master P or any of that shit yet, but that's gravy too cuz they underground as shit, you know what I mean, underground like your momses shit after she done takin' a shit. Yeah, they badass, you better RECANIZE.

They grew up in the ghetto and now they be here in the ghetto of Claremont, tellin it like it is and livin life in the fast lane, but still keepin it real and on the street but still bling-blingin with phat mercedeses and all, but still not selling out. Cause they my boyz, they don't know the meaning of sold out. They don't even have no dictionary, they don't want to know its meaning. That's how real they be keepin it. But I've done enough hollerin, time to get down with the biz-nass and show all y'all what kind of sick flows Supercuts and Wack Wizard can produce. You ain't never heard shit dropped this hot. Peace.

Tha rhymes!!:

Ho Down

My boys get down with some tricks after a show in Atlanta

Supercuts: recognize cuz you know my name, Wack Wiz brought the heat now its time to fan the flames, split from the arboretum- now I spit at the Coliseum, my rhymes are like works of art in a fucking museum, more respect than the Louvre, I got nothin to prove, walk up to Mt. Everest and tell that bitch to move, so step aside while i wreck this rhyme, put you on standby- got you quieter than a motherfuckin mime, in an invisible box, make you bounce like shocks, put your ass to bed early like your name was Ben Hochs--tein, my rhymes are unseen like andy's fat girl's bean, i'm so sick you'll turn green, and nauseated, Caution was outdated so its time to get faded, by Supercuts the barber, drop rhymes quicker than your mom drops her garter-belt, I'm tasty like smelt, your ass can get dealt like the Nets did the Celts, oh shit I gotta go and get my lunch on, wack wiz and supercuts be family like Dungeon. (explosion noise)

Wack Wizard: It's time I separate the men from the bitches. I have to demonstrate my skill this time. Boogedy boogedy blow, it's time to time to drop hits like NOW 20, I'm gettin a million for every rhyme and I'm earning each penny, I got ya girl open all night like the doors down at Denny's, you want more and I got plenty, so sit back but don't relax you'll get axed like chicken heads when they begging the wack wiz to get taxed, but just hold on a bit as I roll on like speed stick, tell my critics to fill each hole with 3 dicks, evacuate and flee quick, wack MC's can't be slick, with me rappin at them got em scared up a tree, I just came raw, my verse is a verbal chainsaw, spittin game like "hey ma", your lack of skill is your main flaw, open your mouth and say aww, for the doctor, this is a test and I'm your proctor, your mother's in bed cuz she tried to cheat and I just socked her, knocked her out, I just straight smacked her mouth, too much power bitch get back to the gym and work out, so bitch... cuchik cuchik watch me switch, I'll cut you in half and mend you back together with one stitch, I'm a philosopher, got Nelly like "you da boss up in herre", The only question I got is which mic should I wreck first?, So listen closely, it's time to raise your glass and just toast me, Cuz my shit's so hot I got eskimos warm and toasty, I gets no sleep, Just riding these ho's like dope beats, on a bed with no sheets, ask Janet I go deep, cuz these rhymes in my head are like lyrical Old E, so next time don't step I choke necks for my rep, so don't get me upset cuz I smoke eight pounds of hemp and Blow you away like my name was Johnny Depp. blizow

The Slapdown

Supercuts: wicky wack wicky, my rhyme style is icky, make your girl get jiggy then make her bed sticky, I drop rhymes like lead on top of your head, push more weight than andy with a girl in his bed, I'll take a fat pitzer frosh and get her sloshed, whip out my dick and make her say "oh my Gosh", cuz Supercuts is the boss like Tony Danza, sip the 151 and concoct the next stanza, if rhyme style is the question then I'm the answer, got your girl throwing a tantrum, you can't see me like a phantom, planet, cuz im a manic, depressive, my rhymes are so impressive they should have me arrested, cuz i'm the shit baby, crazier than scripps katie, strapped with M-80s hacking up dead babies, you can't faze me, half rhymes half amazing, look me up in the source with the 5 mike rating, oh shit. blick blow boom

The Wack Wizard: Rhymes R Me because I'll harm you three times before I even spit out the first rhyme, I'm a lyrical t-rex got bitches writing me checks because I'm a mastermind in the bedroom my brain is big I need more headroom, andy give me some head soon. "okay". I'm illtastic, got girls legs spread like gymnastics got their bodies twitching around like a retard going spastic, Hey Wiz where's the weed? Shut up bitch I never pass it. Give me another Ounce and put that shit on my plastic, Mastercard because I strike like a disaster harder than plaster dropped from 20 stories, onto your head, when I open my eyes I only see red, but when I smoke the green lesser emcees start fleeing to prevent from getting seen from the king on the hill, I got your girl on the pill, cuz she allowed me to thrill her without a jacket, so take your wack rhyme and pack it, in my pipe and give me a light because ya just can't hack it. SPOZOING

Sodomatic

Supercuts:Yo what up this is Supercuts and I'm sendin this one out to a little bitch I know up in Clark 1 and I think its time to bring the pain once again because Supercuts is a battle rapper at heart so peep this right quick, yo yo yo check it, I'll grab Ron Kerner's mom and burn her, til she can't stand me like my name was Andy, then I'll shoot her with a shotgun so he cries like bambi, I'm that MC that rapper's can't see, Andy better go to plan B, cuz i'm calling out names: Andy Barnette, Supercuts' is the one thats gonna start shit, in this lyrical battle i'll slaughter Andy like cattle, cuz there ain't room for us both in the greater Seattle, area, comin' from Rome in my chariot, hidin out at the Mariott, cuz i'm a hot, little potato, deliverin' the verbal K.O., droppin wisdom on Andy like my name was Plato, cut him up like tomato, smoke him like he smokes oregano, you're a pagan ho, and I'm the lyrical God, you better obey me and obey my dog, like Mugatu, ruin your ass like Macchu, Picchu, beat you like Pikachu, "Oh shit who's that?" Peek-a-boo bitch its Supercuts fadin you up like a barber, cut your throat with my razor and toss your ass in the harbor, bringin down the house like my name was Vince Carter.

Wack Wizard and Supercuts prepare to drop the bomb on some dick critic that dissed them in the paper

Wack Wizard: Yo my verse is fucking ill like ebola, my rhymes are healthy like granola, andy's ass is greasy like canola, Oil because because he makes my blood boil, when I come with my lyrical rage I got andy cooped up like a bitch in a cage, so stop, think about it, cuz you know I've been touted, the greatest emcee alive and nobody can doubt it, I'm flawless I got andy's mom bra-less, with her legs behind her ears screaming "you're the best Wiz I promise", I'm the bombest, but I'm also the calmest, I'll ride andy like a Llama, burn him like a sauna, when I hear his rhyme I simply make fun of it, laugh at his ass and call him humongolous, little man, cuz I'll put my dick in his little hand and drop a load so big it wouldn't fit in a minivan, you feel me man?, I pound a beer and after I'm done I eat the can, I drink till I can't stand, I got two in andy's pink and one in his stink, bend him over my couch and give him an ice rink (where you fuck someone in the ass bend them over and jizz in the small of their back then blow a snot rocket into the pool of jizz), SPLIZANG

Supercuts: yo yo yo Wack Wiz fucked you up now its time to tag in, step into the ring and let the ass kicking begin, My rhymes are so ill ya better call the police, got you in the palm of my hand like i got your mom in my sheets, kicked her out of the bed and she said "but this is my house!", I said "shut up bitch now get out and turn the lights out", takin a bite out, of andy like like a piece of candy, and in this lyrical bout i am the last man standing, cuz this is Superctus, now bend over and take it in the pooper slut, hold on while i lube it up, my rhymes are luminous, you need more practice, cuz this is my year like when the monks beat the fat kids, you can't touch me like a cactus, so don't even bother, call me darth vader cuz Andy: I am your father. NIGHT

some ill solo shit from Wack Wizard