11/13 where my dogs at?

I skip the bull-dawg, I'm a matador or Labrador retreiver, massive as a mastiff ears to the street like a beagle/ I'm evil, box me in I'll outbox a boxer rock a flannel, poprocks vodka and Daniels I'll outcock a cocker spaniel/ while my man will- keep pushing me to spit work to split jerks, my Jack Russel bit Kurt, guaranteed that shit hurt/ prolly rip the kid's shirt, soft as poodles or ramen noodles,  me vs you? Just type rott vs chihuahua into google/ or even youtube, screw you, I'm Sun Tzu you're a shihtzu, rip thru your tissue till doctors can't fix you/ I'll whistle, call my dogs to hound you blood or basset, lyrics flood the masses, yo who you f*ckin askin?!

11/12 happy day j.

Yo this one's for jscott, just jpressed my argyle socks, my jcrew sweater vest, tie half Windsor knot/ dress it up head to the Kitchen for an instant celebration, by the time you read this there'll be a new location moves  he makin/ had a son in the winter so he named him after summer, down to roll to Charlestown in a triple stretch Hummer/ its no wonder he's a stunner, plain to see this bama's grown,  don't answer my calls bad reception in his new banana phone/ dialtone, leave a message second guesser snazzy dresser, dressed as milosh walkin Milo Nike suit nobody fresher/ no sir yessir, know I got you next fifty if you need, congrats on fulfilling the goals that we all just blamed on weed....
 

11/11 anagrams

Steve the EVANGELIST has always been EVIL'S AGENT, NARCISSISM is MAN'S CRISIS and I'm guilty of being flagrant/ you got ACHEIVEMENTS? NICE, SAVE THEM, I'm a little off kilter, for perhaps the same reason A SHOPLIFTER ~ HAS TO PILFER/  my MOTHER IN LAW's a WOMAN HITLER, a NEEDY CHICK like DICK CHENEY, a DISHONEST HEDONIST at the wine house with Amy/ you'll be EAGER to AGREE my SAINTLINESS ENTAILS SINS, these gay rappers are PRINCESS DIANA and the END IS A CAR SPIN/ I MUST RANT so I throw TANTRUMS until it's time to craft a rhyme, DIPLOMACY's a MAD POLICY but my SIGNATURE's  A TRUE SIGN/ that-I'm, an ANTAGONIST but NOT AGAINST mc's, it's just that my lonely MEGALOMANIA has A MAIN GOAL:ME.

11/10 nothin but a g thang...Gallows Gamble Garbarino Gangrene Gelatin Gemini Geisha Gluten Glossary Ganja

Its me, Shallow steve on the eve of all Hallows, wanna battle? Thats a gamble,  you might end up in the gallows/ im a veteran, against me you will never win, watch as i turn pig faced rappers into gelatin, keep tellin 'em/ I'll amaze ya, got chicks from north america to asia, blaze haze with neighbors, prostitutes and geishas/  Shootin glue on glutes if she's allergic to my gluten, ask my man Garbarino, son this new shit is a nuisance/ crews are used to spreadin lies, two faced geminis can't hack it, I'll burn a whole ton of ganja or gang of grene with gene jacket/ peep my glossary, I'm gorgeous with the gift I spit at rhymecamp, staying on my grind-can't, you see your flows dry while mine's damp?
   

11/9 Alan Thicke 1947-2009

So I'ma present this in a diff-er-ent light, and murder the dad from Growing Pains in the Thicke of the night,cuz he ain't rippin it right/ son what I'm spittin is nice, and when it's all said and done- I'll be sticking his wife, and after hittin it twice/ And gettin sweet head, ima make her eat lead, together they can weep-dead, boil the meat off their faces and make a sweetbread/ that's what I call a meathead, did you really think hiring Arsenio Hall would give you some street cred?/ f*ck no! You'd better duck yo,  Before I wreak some havoc, retribution for the hassle I got from your border patrol customs faggots/  you're a dude that likes cocks, you ain't Rachael mcadams, snow, avril, hartman or mike fox, you prolly root for the white sox/ cuz your home team ain't runnin shit, even your own (tv) son didn't listen to none of your punishments, plus lil ben was gettin molested by boner and lovin it/ doesn't it all make sense?, in present tense? Steal you in the face like leonardo dicap stole your presents then left?! never repent, what i spit's the right,he'd be pissed tonite, if he found out i told everyone how good tv shows were his kryptonite/ that bitch cant fight, plus he's ugly, them playgirl photos of you and that fuzzy bunny were fugly! i'm like an '87 fairoaks britches rugby trust me, I'll f*ck you up sonny.....   

11/5-6. What's Good?

What's good homie? Good is when you in  training so you can rock knots, rip a rhyme to find you got another follower at the blogspot/ what's good homie?, good is an 18 year old no rocks scotch, or partying with ridiculous chicks and nobody cockblocks/ what's good homie? Good's a  sick cipher with a large crowd around it, or going to your favorite bar and it's the right amount of crowded/what's good homie? Good is the pair of jeans that a corner bag is found in, or hittin up a party and wack mu'fuckas ain't allowed in/ what's good homie? Good is watching my kids spittin jayz, a five year old puttin on for his city shit is crazy/ what's good homie? Good is how they don't cease to amaze me, I strive to raise em as good as or better than my folks raised me/ what's good homie? Good is when you puff the tree comfortably,stay up till three and wake up for work the next morning like it was nuthin b/ what's good homie? Good is when you don't expect nuthin free,  so you grind with the rhyme so you can spit that shit ruggedly/ what's good homie? Good is when your friends are more like your family, reminiscing about high school and college, bumpin 'Can't it Be'/ what's good homie? Good is a text from Red "on the canopy...", or gettin so mad at music it brings out the mc and fan in me/ what's good homie?!!!  

11/4 game six..

I cant conceal it, i can feel it with my sixth sense. Me? I've been sick since cd's cost sixpence/
Stay doing well over 60 on 66, 30 pairs of shoes in the trunk equals 60 kicks/
I quickly mix, my letters and numbers to catch mc's in slumber, only 6 degrees exist to separate me from Stevie Wonder/
6 feet under, carried by six to your place of rest, $600 says the yanks win by six, place your bet/
6 blunts laced with wet, blaze the set on some outrageous, six dead rappers reported in the paper on page six/
take this back to basics, I call the shots, call ya bitch, Steve triple six been dope since Paul the sixth/
call it quits, eighty six ya, like last night Boston did the sixers, stickin six sisters that suck d*ck for swishers/
spliff twister, mister nowhere close to six figures, stick out like a sixth finger on a six foot stick figure/
sick as six shizzers, 12 blades, 6 scissors, im sick off the sizzurp i sipped with six strippers/
f*ck snow i sniff blizzards with wizards of six types, spit six bars for the Source and they gave it six mics...
I could really do this all day..