You think you spit betta than me?

Yeah, but I can never find a good enough beat use for most of them. I can't pay for beats and I'm not very good at making my own on FL studio so they sound wack. I think the lyrics are pretty good though.

Yeah your lyrics are good. I make beats on FL Studio all the time and have a lot of beats I dont use which I put on youtube. 3cbeatz is me and my friend Jonathan(who is black) youtube account. He puts alot of gangster beats on there!

Does he let people use em, or are they only samples. Check out the verse I did on D9er or whatever his name is on never ending rap battle. I used like 10 punchlines ha.

Yeah you can use em if you want. That was pretty good 'call me Chuck Norris'.
I'm thinkin about to battle him with, I got a couple punchlines I got for him, I'll post it later tonight.

You gota finish battlin me first do I'ma be here later cause I gota hit the gym. Hit me with another from my last one on the topic and I'll get you later.

If you aint trash, what are ya?
Break your face open SMASH, now what are ya?
Hell, Bambi said Bambi meant it
I'll throw a stroller at you with a baby in it
Im sicker than Timberlake seduding Janet
She's done Justin she's had it
You keep bitchin on how you think Im gay
Roll up in a ball, go to the mall, now you wanna play?
Conan aint funny, he's just a queer
More queer than GJay, look at your face in the mirror
If that doenst say gay, I woulda just killed you right away
After I spit this ****, hit this chick in the clit
We'll take a stroll in the park at dark
With the baby in the stroller, just in case
Kill you by throwing the baby at your face
So much for you havin a fuckin baby face!
Go home jump in the tub whipe the blood off
While Im rippin your stomach out from the bottom up
Im done thats all
Just thought I'd give you a wake up call

That was a little gory at the end

I'm the best rapper with a strong will
You ain't trash boy, you a landfill
I'll take the wheels on that stroller
Roll em up yer ass like a pro bowler
These lines aren't even close to a game
These are the rhymes I kill rappers with everyday
Oh, your saying that I'ma a queer
You sound like the voice of Justin Bieber
But I'm the only who gave you the fever
Cause I'm at the top of the score bored, the leader
I can read you easier then a book
That's right they call me the Adobe Reader
Now see I'll slit your neck bloody
Bloodier then the father from saw, Avner Garbi
Your like a kids program show to me
I even gave you the nick name, Telly Tubby
Your not even fun anymore
That's why your also my practice dummy
Man your like a card game
Take it easy your just a game of Rummy

Your little bitch ass has pac rat tactics
The way your ass is lookin
You should be sellin pizza in a store in Brooklyn
You mo'****** need to get some flows
Instead of getting head from a hundred homos
Tried to rob a jewelery store in New York and lost it
The cops came and you said "I'll shoot!" and took a manican hostage
This aint over till the fat lady sings
I'll eat this pussy, just to get my red wings
If people ask about this battle, I'll clarify
I'm only battling GJay because I got Illustraight terrified
And if he asks I'll tell him why
GJay your cool but I think you need to stand-by
Because I'll have you tongue tied, like this
I'll spittin, rippin, shittin, hittin, and slittin MC's throats
Cut out your uvila and lungs and put it in a tote
Like a skinny girl no one can find your ass
Your just a small fry, I'm done
BYE BYE

If you say BYE BYE then you lost the battle
Your the only mind in my way I have to rattle
Ride you like a horse, don't need no sattle
Gather your rhymes and milk em away, cattle
I shear you like sheep boy, this is my farm
You stepped and set off my alarm

I live like 3000 miles away from Brooklyn
Your eggs on my oven that I'm cookin
Your just another flight that I'm bookin
Now your minds rattled, way more then shookin
How can I rob a store when I arleady got the bling
I got the championship belt, step up in my ring
Your swing was to slow and avoided
Rhymes hit you in the back of the head, CLING!
Your done and just awaking from a coma
I just unleashed my flow, a poisonous aroma
I ain't no where near skinny, I'm swole
Don't use anymore Eminem lines you stole
That prove something, your a fake
Your whole reputation was at stake
But now I bagged it up like leaves I just raked
Not a single punchline except for the intro
This whole rap battle was just a preview, a demo
Your white, but your name sounds latino
What **** is does that say??? Bambino???
Way to Mexican for me chino

Eminem would be pretty dissapointed if he saw you rhyme farm with alarm
Check out "Welcome 2 Hell" its on his first verse
Way to go, you blew your cover
I aint mexican, Im only tan in the summer
Your rap game sure is soft
Sayin every rap isnt your best? **** off
If you even tried your hardest to rap
You couldnt match
Im Rocky son, your Drago
You keep fightin back non stop
But its your ass that ends on the ground and me on top
Never heard of the "Bambino"?
Its Babe Ruth he was the best, you know?
I'll hit your ass outta the park
You cant drown me, Im a shark
Your "NEMO FINDING"
You just keep whining
Oh **** I got it backwards
I was dippin my soup in side my crackers
I'll kill you my friend, dont come around again
Hell is where your ass will end~~~

Done with this battle, Im battling Illustraight now and Prof

Kay,so your saying you lost
Bro, I'm Eminem's Boss
I don't listen to any of his ****
So calling me out is pointless
My verses leave you broke, coinless
You can't be on top, or "high", jointless
I'm a syllable, Hannibal, killer cannibal
With a mechanical manual to deliver the flammables
Now I know you cant stop
My flow so nice, you can't even copy
Who won the battle Drago, or Rocky?
Now your acting pretty cocky
Banging your ass around like this is hockey
At the beginning where you trying to mock me
You sounded a bit choppy
You couldn't kill me
Couldn't cut with paper, I'm the engager
Your raps sounds like the voice of Arnold Schwarzenegger

You pretty much let me win then That's no fun...

No Eminem? You dont listen
What the fucks wrong with you?
This battle is gonna create some friction
Because this is a book, fiction
Your a geek, addiction
Church goer, benidiction
And what my prediciton is
This battle belongs to me and not you
I had you on the chopping block from the begginning, Kung Fu
Better pay up, loans
I'll make you never show up on this forum again, George Jones
I'll have you down on the ground crawling though
Cause I'd be "A Hard Act To Follow "
Mr. Jay you're just a wimp son
I'll stomp on you with these boots
JESSICA SIMPSON

Pretty small ****
That rap was as long as your dick
Your low, a short Asian
I'm on top, Himalayan
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you rappers
A lot of green with a yellow complexion
Women call me the Green Bay packer
I pack the zero's
Meaning mucho deniro
So paid, rappers is waitin' on trades and they all get Knicked like Melo
Hello!
Tell these other boys double up
'Cause I got some work all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck
My every records jumpin', or playin' double dutch
I **** on rappers every verse just got the bubble guts
I'll take Luda over Em any day
It's like dumpin Miami's Mike Miller for Boston's Ray Ray!

I'll dip this Dorito into my beandip
Cause his cock is slick
Cause your a cock, cock backwards is still kcoc you prick
Get off my dick
This is it
Lickin a tough tit
Hard tit
You couldnt make a bulimic puke
On a peice of fuckin corn and peanut poop
This is off the dome, ho
But ahh, nevermind I was gonna ask you, no
I wasnt I was kiddin but if you really want to know it was
I'll sink your ass in the bottom of the deep blue sea
In a plastic cage with Jaws
"Martin Brody"? Are you alright, or you need more?
Your wife "Ellen" yeah well she's a whore
Shut the door while I **** the livin life outta your wife
Psyche
I wouldnt **** anything you've touched, anyway shes a fat dyke
Your ma really should've used loves
Your buddies say your nice, well there on drugs!

I'll flip, chip, and clip you
Like scissors I'll snip you
Right off the dome
I'm like chrome, bone,
Your a little traffic cone
Your a small town
I'm world know, Rome
Don't be immature
I'm so pure, assure, and secure
Your miniature
I'll open you up, brochure
For your wack ****, no cure
I'm your detour
I never stop, don't end
I'm the new trend, cause I blend... You
You never speak true
Below zero IQ
You spit, I spew
You rue, while I rule
This is an easy duel
Another stolen jewel
Another sat on stool
Another swam in pool
Another abused rapper, cruel
Another used tool
Another dumb ass fool
Another ugly ass ghoul
Another ass with a horse face, Mule
Another stepped on footstool
Another demolished molecule
That must have been annoying
I'm toying, destroying, enjoying,
redeploying, decoying, and convoying
Rhyme like a medley, deadly, steadily,
Disturbingly, accordingly going to plan
Like a paper man with a middleman
While it infects you like spam
Running you over like a bull, ram
I'm reading your rhymes, there not from the heart, electrocardiogram

Look son you think you can rap
All I here is gossip bull **** like chitter and chat
With one single blow I lay you flat on yer back
I'll devour you like I'm eatin' a Chili's babyback rack
Never mind bro your not even a small snack
I'll eat you for an afternoon chow, call you crackerjack
I'm on a new frontier a new type of way
I leave rappers left there sittin' and cryin' like castaways
I munch you like chips I might even call you Lays
Maybe if you had a mustache, like old chips ahoy days
Chew you up and spit you, gooey like some gunk
You bring a lotta junk in da trunk like a cyber punk
You have a lot of guts if you reply to this here
I'll run your **** over like you play football, Bucaneer

Ahh! I just realized you returned
I thought you were gone cause I've roasted you before
In fact I think you're still burned
Similies, similies! When they gonna' end?
Hit me with some metaphors, punchlines, puns!
Please man, tell me, how many "likes" you gonna' send
I have a lot of **** I could throw at you but you'll probably dodge it like Dodgeball
I'll play you 1 on 1, you gonna' hate me for this
But I'd rather dodge balls on like you
You with your little basketballs and nets on set
I knew you were gonna' hate me but I'm just makin' you upset
This is my high point... Number 1 task
Take those basketballs and your shoes and shove it up your ass
Cause frankly I don't like the sport if you can't see
You probably gonna' throw dirt on me for what I'm about to unvail
I'm a 8-2, 1.28 ERA, flame thrower on the tit
Throwin' smoke past your bat cause I fuckin' know you can't hit
Swingin' outta' your shoes cause the cleets are too dirty and plus they don't fit
Those Air Jordans ain't gonna' get **** done, duke
Slippin' as you're roundin' first base
Oh that's right you'll never get past first base
You'll never pick up a ball in that case
I got the fire in the water
The water in the stove
Now I'm in beast mode
I arrose from the soil
Was gone for a while, you guys kinda' got nervous
Bitch I did that **** attentionally
Physically on purpose!

Nice nice. Hit you back tomorrow when I get the chance.

Mhmmmm, O yeah man I returned
Got scorchin' hot lyrics and you bout to get burned
Can't roast a nigga that already toasted yer ass
Look like you lit the match when you where covered in gas
Similes and **** are nothin' to the king of the game
Gana Lebron you like, "Chase down by James!"
Now this ain't Fort Minor, but you should remember the name
Cuz I'ma blizzard on your ass, you just a sprinkle of rain
I throw down the thunder like I'm Zeus or some ****
Got you trippin' hella mad like you on some narcotics
I don't dodge ****, I can catch and now boy your out
Got your poor ass still driving that pizza delivery route
Don't worry your albums might sell in a couple years
Some little rich **** got high and drunk off to many beers
He says, "Bambino, O **** baseball ass is makin' music"
Even when he was drunk he heard it and said screw it
Now take those albums and shove em up your crack
While your doin' it don't turn into a nymphomaniac
I might be hatin' on baseball, but I know how to pitch
I'm Dominican, I'll hit a cannon ball out the park bitch
I'm the blur in basketball, and I'll sure as hell make you fall
Never heard of a kid tryin' to play defense while he crawls
I got that intimidation to turn ass into pussy mode
You so scared your dick went from rode to chode
You was gone for a while cuz you ain't want none of this
Flow stingin' like a jellyfish
Lyrics got you scared in the dark, call it my own abyss
Now you a drama queen like you was the best actress
Got you jumpin' over any **** like your courage is on a mattress
You need to stop havin' accidents
Them last cheesy rhymes had you makin' **** up like an alchemist!

Hang on man. Professor wants me to battle him. I got a good rap for that puss. I'll get back after I write one for that girl.