Neverending Rap Battle

hardcore to brain? this lion is slain
cut the main of ya head.now whos put to SHAME!!(main=lions facial hair)
every word you spoke was a blunder
now wonder whats a lion to a hunter!
(puts on crazy trap beat)
yeh ima veteran something you never been
ima get this clever win from beatin this skeleton
when I win you gonna be mad again
you follow me like a pope in the Vatican
you trash..like midas you got the lame touch
yeh I got guns but you packing that paint brush!!
(paintbrush cuz his name is illustrate)
I honestly put in a 2 second effort so ill stop cuz im ahead
this lesson made your head hurt so you drop now your dead!!
..went easy..(who fuckin wit me tho ..like that zombie line ill..good ****

Lord,
They got the boy versus the child again.
He got the casket, well i got the grave in which I shall dig in.
But let me drop a genius line before I begin,
It's been 3 days, so if any of you say that I ran, I'll put him and Sam in Shadegan.
Obie Trice, shooting ice,
bitch shut the **** up and find something other than rap to do with your life.
It's obvious all you was tryna to do is insult me,
With all your gun bars and, Shoot'em and walk, funeral talk schemes
But you can't complicate the simple **** off your head,
There's proof in your multies,
Blue and convulsing, in your room looking in the mirror looming and halting cause,
All you could see in you is an offspring.
You was dumb for saying this child's insolent,
I'm signaling the end of your sweet ****,
High insulin,
It's never about the money,
When it comes to rap I never gave **** about my business end,
Too late for you to save face, along with the dollar sign's Benjamin
It's always been about the craft that I'm devoted to,
Never treat it like a side mistress cz,
I put my all into it and let it be,
God penmanship,
And since I'm mentioning God,
Let me put up a slight emphasis, and mention that
I been restin for all of this time limit
Watchin over whoever's hot on this site's,
And whoever's not in it.
Easy

when I started this battle with war child
I knew hell get exiled cuz of his poor styles
you went to diss me but you know I done won
just for fun but your buthurt so you call 911
"i like to make a report" warchild just lost
more style then yall's cuz im born wild..A BOSS
toss ya body from a building. saw your body through da ceiling
I knew what you were feelin..a loss cuz you sucked from the beginning!!
you aint ready to rumble wit a champ.you stumbled in camp
nothing but a bar whore who gets beat..a pummeled TRAMP!!
witness this boy to a man..cuz in this hand im smackin you wit a LAMP!
off the top once again..warchild is just a friend
but hes no steady competition..needs to practice with the pen!!
easy peasy lemon squeezy..*-*

Damn right I'm a skeleton, I've come out of your closet
and put a bone in your chick, check out how I does it
When the stick bone's connected to the, puss bone
Once the groove's on, the girl lets out a, good moan
I'm in the hood zone, I'm throwing jackets over her
Making her blow hard until my rubber packet's full of sperm
while I'm smoking cannabis and sherm, there's psychedelia everywhere
I can feel it anywhere, hurricanes are in the air
This 13-year-old puberty is raising
All because she's shaking that booty in my face and
Goddamn, that's kinda put me in the place and
Now I can't move an inch, no room up in the basement
I'm attending an interview that's in my placement
while the secretary's buttocks cause an elementary ruckus
Now my body is as tough as sedimentary rocks
I might as well be a canyon in America, ock!
Samyboy, batty boy, come test me
As if tings ain't already gotten messy
between yu an' dis ras claat bumba claat emcee
And I'm nah even from Kingston, boyakasha already!

everything you said was total lies
your name too.."straight"? u know u like them guys
tryin to "cum" at me with sum lines?
sum guy on able to know who raps sum times?
coming at me like 4 days later
AND STILL NO PUNCHLINES!!
the only time in your in da hood is when you bought a new sweater
but this time for you to do good? you got to do better
smack you with syallables like I just bought a new letter
couldn't ill us straight if you tried
its like I just fought a bruce jenner!!
call me maximus when I spit takin laxitives when I ****
couldn't understand none of your African ****.
show you how mad I get when im screamin bomba clot in this bitch
going off the top like a new tammarow
have you feelin sarrow in a car bro
pullin u in the back of the truck like hallow cargo
idk/...fuckin around

Got more bars than a soap factory IN a prison
So ill that even the deaf tend to listen
Dr. Frankenstein the way I bring rap back to life
I've made more bitches hit their knees than the passion of Christ
I'll mack on your wife and have her sucking my sack on her back like a vacuum tonight
And if you intervene, you'll get cracked with a right.
I kill tracks like a locomotive
Like the ho off Frozen, you know my flow's the coldest.
Haters are like cards, I just fold'em
Or like the dealer, maybe I cut'em.
Knock the beat out the park while these other rappers are just buntin'.
End of discussion.

Also trying to fit this in somewhere because I love it:

The difference between me and other rappers is they lack presence
And rap verses like Michael J. Fox wraps presents and that's reckless.

You did fight a Bruce Jenner, an athletic veteran dude
Even a transgendered dude can throw better than you
Like discus, I'll spin your ass; shotput you, run you like I'm sprinting laps
until you collapse and both of your tendons crack
Stick a javelin in your back like LL rammed a cue stick
and had his friend yell madly like a school chick
How dare this Maximus compare himself to a Conan?
I should just break your arms off and hang you with your own hands
Unleash magic on you like a match in Golden Axe
Pull out your spinal cord and put it on my trophy stand
So fold, my man, 'cause I've caught you red-handed like your palms got bloody
after you stuck somebody with a cutter, buddy
Don't strut it, honey - your whole song and dance is wack and packed with nothing
Yet there you stand acting all gangster like a gang of Russians
Suck a sack of onions, spastic bumpkin - you think your raps are stunning?
You couldn't dazzle a gathering if you had your gums and fangs encrusted
samyboy, you try to Bogart and like Sam, play the whole **** again
When will you stop and bring that flow to an end?
Shall I burst your pipes? Get a plumber to break your sink?
Maybe a little household demolition will make you think?

Hi hey nice to see you all again
Reason I'm back again
Today i is my happy day again
Just finish doing 5 years stealing a police van
Anything good in this able2know hood,

Monopoly snobs pouring out forty-four pound Jacquarts
Swallowing caviar in forty-thousand pound Jaguars
Their avatars are ostentatious, hardened players playing major parts
Donning solid hearts and knocking off department heirs
Chopping all the hair off the top of their heads
While idlers flopping like dreads, get shot up right there without as much as a care
These buccaneers are like park rangers hunting for bears
Looking for stuff to pillage from the village before causing a spillage
Dismantle cartilages, blast the cartridges
Mash like arsonists, maraud like braggarts and narcissists
And I'm an autist merely envisioning these little things that sinners bring
No winners singing in this sphere of everything
Anything can happen in this mortal curl that we call our Earth
Competition has been witnessed before our birth
Bubbles get burst when conflicts kick off making partners pissed off
like drama flicks when inamoratos are defrocked

I keep heads ringing like Dr. Dre was in the works with me
Giving them migraines like bad work days, my words are critically
edgy; chiselling emcees, drilling these x fiends into the next week
like sleeping in bed with promiscuous sex freaks
Injecting some tech beats, incredibly getting some necks tweaked
while the decker spins them like he's in a Bentley
or a Maserati, or a rad Ferrari or a flash Ascari
Lambo, Jaguar, Aston Martin or McLaren probably
Pass the shorty and I'll mack her like a Mac-10 shotty
Automatic-cock and blast the bambi-sack that's packed with offspring
My back's exhausted from all the legwork I've been pulling off
It's just a shame that my personality puts them off
I've got my own style crafted at my fingertips
that's sure to make your chicken quip much faster than a gibbon flip
Pull out the marijuana stick and slip a hit
Watch the smoke ventilate and invigorate like a Christian mist

The Bible says in the book of Proverbs
that gentle words turn away wrath, but harsh words make it burn
I've been pissed off more times than I care to recall
For years, I've had falls and it didn't even fare more fair at all
All I've done is forgive them and give them a share of my heart
But all these little girls wanted to do was tear it apart
like they rip a piece of paper to bits
It's just as well 'cause I've been screwed up and ****
looking like I've just been chewed up and spit
Bruised up and biffed, booed off and dicked, poohed on and tricked
Bamboozled and ripped
like a conman who takes off with my beautiful gifts
Nonetheless, I come stronger
than anacondas that grow three times much longer
I'm large and in charge, this is my prison barge and you're not getting off it
instead you're locked up in it
So come get it, who the devil wants to **** with it?
I squash you to bits every time that you concoct lyrics
with a lot of ball talk in it
If you don't practise what you preach
then how on God's name can you call yourself a ministrant?

Realism is digging in my materialism
Giving them rearings, scaring them like British military prisons
That's my lyrical ism; if they are violinists, they won't fiddle with them
Slick egotists get deflected like silver prisms
Chickens listen as I throw out the seeds
I'm a child of the corn who's born to spawn like resurrected beings
I accept a supreme Christ who's always checking for me
That's why He sends angels to protect me just like a treasury
Don't get vexed with me because I rhyme better
and climb better even in dire weather
My tyre leather is rougher and tougher, running over you cousins like truckers
You're ducking like Tony Corallo when the cops tried to stop him
You want to throw subpoenas at me?
How about I pull out my penis and see how much you can suck it just like divas and fiends?
Spinning my hat, glistening at that and lyrically spitting the gat
all while I'm hitting a chick in the back

Drop some fresh soon

Bars , jail,,xanex,mars ,spacing on the charts ,,came from the basement with bass n lots a heart ,watch the basics , bitches want base n lots of hard, lots of scars, park the G ride on a narc , life's dark stay bright

I don't give or take **** , over fake **** , flake ****, out my hair , monkeys go ape **** , geurillas stay thick in the trees ,industry cats turn to meow chow , ima chow down , east village downtown,pow pow , blaow blaow , bow down or bow out , bouty bout it

When I'm swinging my swords, it's like I'm clinging on cords
It's Ills the street performer, and he sings some good chords
Cause a ruckus the minute he logs into your blog
And leave a rapper turning green like he was Kermit the Frog
(Kermit voice) "Buh buh buh, ribbit, Chewbacca the Wookie
Not, that's a joke. I'm Cuchacca the Cookie
Lookie, Miss Piggy, won't you give me some coochie?
On second thoughts, you'd better keep that bacon - it's kinda mushy."
I still swing on a swagger with my own little swag
Swipe him like a credit card and dump his bones in a bag
Oh, what a drag. These O.G's acting like old women
Grouching and bragging, nagging, slagging and bickering
I feel like a teenager ready to **** someone up with a skateboard
and have the ****** bowled over like an 8-ball
I'm a monster, something like a Bronco
Running down emcees that are weak sauce like ketchup with no tomato
Potato po-tarto, cheesy feet
You're all sleazy, just as much as Lil' Weezy's cheap
Walking around with Cuban Link chains
Except you have no links to Cuba, that's a shame
Run your game like an XBox with legs
Tommy Piper motherfuckers get hung like washing pegs
You dried-up, no-good, fried-up onions
Putting on fronts like a bunch of ronyons with bunions
You look stupid when you're fronting
No, really, you DO look stupid. Didn't your mothers ever teach you something?
I think you need to be put in your place, darlings
like Ghostface did when he gave it to Action Bronson

Lollapalooza: Part 3

[Verse]
I've been loitering on this Earth for virtually thirty years
And I still see the same perverts that jerk and jeer
Still turning birds out until their rears squirt a cheer
And by "cheer", I mean farts, I got that phrase from the Bronx
In case you don't know what a Bronx cheer's about
Close your lips as tight as you can and blow a raspberry out of your mouth
(Pbbbbbbt) Now you know what a Bronx cheer is
If you hate somebody, blow one at the unfortunate bum who's nearest
to you and see how those fellas react
See if they jump out of their seats and give you a smack
Stomp your face to the floorboards until the whole thing cracks
Not the floorboards, I mean your face, you silly Jack!
The world is child's play when it comes to foul play
People get so violent every night and day
that not even the sun or the moon want to rise
In fact, I don't even blame the stars for wanting to hide away
Not even the sky wants to come out and play
But it doesn't have a choice, just like animals reared for their hide and legs
This sort of thing renders me weak
And I have to work five night shifts every week
But I tell you, if I had the power to shift motherfuckers
and throw them back in the holes they crawled out of before we got suckered
into opening the floodgates
And here they come, like the Grand Old Duke of York's soldiers
When they go up, we come down
When we ain't around, they come around, and get their paws on our pounds
It's a ******* alien ant farm
Immigrants with bad intentions doing mad harm
Jumping on the first ******* truck that they see
and starting campfires right under the trees

I'm do

You're clinging on chords , cuz you can't release.
This guy don't rap he sings in the street.
He's a "street performer" cuz he followed his moms feet.. and What're those?!
Skanky hoe, **** your stanky flow,
This douche bag raps in a Kermit Voice..
You feelin froggy faggot cum on jump on this clip bitch, I'm froggin'
chop ya legs off an salt em, pepper em with the sawed off and run off.
You right you ain't Chewbacca , you chew cock bruh.
You can put lipstick on a pig but it's still a hog bruh.
You too slop , I'mma call you Shetty Wop.
I'm futuristic with it every time I drop.
You living in the past call it time hop, I'm right now and I'm white hot.
If you're a monster, then I'm a white cop

Your checkered sweater is lookin better than it ever did dawg.
For real , you get that outfit from your grandpa?
Where you at jail ? Mars? Or gay bars?
I heard through the grapevine,
All them xannies got you crammin trannies in the back of grannies van g.
The canaddy candidate that can't sit on the can an **** cuz he's got his hand in it. I don't feel your **** like an opiod on hemmoroid , you ain't dope , we dem boyz
Where you at?

Ain't nothing good in the hood , except DC.
I'm Sheriff round here so don't **** with me.
You have a chemical misalignment,
have fun going back to solitary confinement.
I think you should do another 5 years so you can learn how to rap.
You should have just cuffed yourself and hopped in the back,
dumbass.

You realize when you drop a soap bar in prison you get raped right?
Are you even listening to yourself? You got the gayest bars on the site... Obviously....
Dude I'll knock you're fuckin ass out like Bill Cosby.
You ain't cold hoe, I got more ice than Crosby.
You ain't a dealer or a killer , the only thing you fold is laundry.
I'm not a humanoid I take everything out of boundary
Try an get on my level , I'm on pluto smoking pseudo an blue dro
call me Dr Too Dope , you ain't frankenstein , you wankin lines
I heard them same rhymes a 100 times.
You're the Wack Factor. You're recycled like every Black Rapper.
You ain't **** son , The difference between me an you is you rap with Parkinson,
and I wrap like I'm fuckin Santa Clause bitch.

Ho Ho Ho