Hi, My Name Is...

[Charlestown_McCabe]

Stephen Patrick McCabe II of Charlestown, Mass.
Where all the Irish boys do, is count "found" cash.
Know that through and through, we are some sound ass cats.
Cause from the day we grew, we been so bound in class.
But not the school you knew, this be "The Town"s trash pass.
Something you get into, thinking you "down" at last.
Feeling like brand new, but you're just a new jackass.
Yet you better make-do, cause there aint no by-pass that.
Next comes ya debut, it's usually a combat scrap.
There ain't no kung-fu, this is a street cat clash.
You quick to make-do, put him down, splat, down flat.
They say that ya preview, might have you blast up fast.
Those words were damn true, I thought my ass burned gas.
But if I only knew, some of them glass ass rats.
I thought the crew was glue, but yet the pack done crashed.
Only a few choose to screw, and start running their fat ass trap.
No choice, I flew the coop, and never went back, thats fact.

[dR3]

Lol, wanna battle?

Welcome!

[Devil'sAdvocate]

good verse

welcome

[Charlestown_McCabe]

Hey thanks Mofo's... I love the custom graphics too... nothing like a place to vent ya creative side and get some feedback. I'm always down to battle, just getting into lettin the flow take over, and not holding back or caring what the fuck others may think.

[Weather Man]

Welcome man.

[Charlestown_McCabe]

It's the C-Town Shamrock back for another word,
I see now, hands down, this a place for a brothers worth
you dont speak down to new clowns, you allow for a mothers birth
had no one teach how, i speak out, i say whatever comes first
im not oblique now, i reach proud, and lay down every verse

I cut a verse, slice words right off the top now...
For what it's worth, right or wrong I speak of C-Town...
Since my birth, I been strong, never stabbed or shot down...
On this Earth, I belong, forever that so I talk nouns...

I'm an Irish man, too much pride to think...
And yet I find I can, refuse the urge to drink...
Cause if shit hits the fan, I got my mind in sync...
So I'll admit the plan, is a bit designed to bring...
The fists and hits to man, the ones enclined to sing...

Running their mouths like, there ain't no repercussions...
Something about knives, let's ya know we aint just frontin'...
We hunt and scout prize, come in ya home to gut ya muffin'...
It's nothing but cries, catch you alone cluthin' on somethin'...
Now you get cut wide, next time you won't keep bluffin'

Now stop that trash talk, we just decline to fear it.
We talk that cash talk, you ain't enclined to hear it.
You best just fast walk, move ya behind and tear it.
And that's the last straw, or you felines prepare it.
And get you're cat's paw, for now its time to bare it.

Itty bitty pussy cat, did he hit me, shit i laugh
git me, hit me, pussy cat, shity little bastard cat
the nitty gritty has it bad, cause kitties titties blasted back
shit these kitties have it bad, let me let them kiss my ass

[Weather Man]

^ There is a 'Creative Writing' section bro

[Charlestown_McCabe]

Oh my bad, new to this forum, and forums in general. Thanks for the heads up.

[Sam.]

Welcome Man .
UR Fuckin dope man .

[accutub]

nice