Neverending Rap Battle

Fuckity **** ****.
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I DELETED ONE OF MY TRACKS!
Arg...

Prof what are we doing about Lil money

Would you prefer that I brought rap into politics?

I'm overdosed on ecstasy--ecstasy and remedy.
Mental musing's quite amusing. I'll call three,
get the dets, feel them teats, then play some beats,
under sheets, then roam the streets. No receipts.
This is a new generation, musical reincarnation.
I should copyright my ****, mark my words for quotation.
I prefer black diamonds and purple haze,
buy out some islands to set ablaze.
This is my place, mouth sprinting through this race.
School boys define null space; I'm flying through deep space.
I could be a balloon, lit to float among the moon.
Good afternoon in late June to old cartoons.
Bongs **** me up but joints make me write,
sitting upright late night in moonlight,
bass bright in full delight, no stage fright.
Money's always tight, but weed always comes first.
Smoke a blunt before school, go in headfirst interspersed.
This is my life that God made: women, weed and fame.
Sometimes it all feels the same, consider changing my stage name.
I've got nothing left but a hand-me-down sweater,
all the none to my owning to suit me better.
Even this broke nigga can turn a sweater into a suit,
buy out a broken gas station, turn it into a house of ill repute.
I like my whores to quit talking and start twerking,
**** her so hard she'll be left like Stephen Hawking.
Yeah, I'm rocking, I'm walking tall,
call me Mr. Urban Sprawl.
I'm stealing names like I'm stealing plates,
I'm buffing big like I'm lifting weights.
Walk through my gates, you'll smell the Kush.
Smoke with my mates, that's Burning Bush.
This is but a gentle push, there's no end to authenticity.
And there's no end to telling all of what God has gifted me.

Open for whomever.

nice structure
nice flow

**** I"M TURNING INTO THE RAP ROYALTY FAGS

but anyway...i liked this piece...god **** homie....dope lyrics..keep at it

whitey...the rap royalty fags where making fun of my mom....and they kept calling me a faggot

Like I've always said you take shut to personal my man if someone insults you or your mom just come back with an insult twice as bad I once told a kid I wanted his mom to fall down an up escalator in her wheelchair while I jerk off into the ventilator don't sweat what they say

lol thanks man

Keep your head up slut

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFJO-mCgeh0&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Lol sorry for being so hostile politics guy. I picture you as bill Cosby for some reason

you gotta keep ya head up

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HfXwmDGJAB8&feature=autoplay&list=AL94UKMTqg-9CECvP3YhkIzfpgszix8SrB&playnext=2

Whens the turny gonna start niggas

oooo poppin ecstasy?
you impressive g
steppin to me
rest in peace
no lessin me
dont test me
cause im on my best be
**** ya weed, **** ya remedy
who gives a **** if ya broke
I'll drag 100 dolla bills by you on the end of a rope as a joke
then come back and choke ya with that same rope, lame oh
you prolly one of them lonley douchebags who rapes hoes
and stays up till midnight standin in a line to get halo
you're gay? we know, no dame? we no
snap ya back bracket in half
ya look like a product of will smith after he had sex with one of those creatures in back in black
imagine that, rappin facts, smackin fags, with cattle tags
ya fat fuckin cow, act dark, but on my side of town homie the sun is down
oooo thunderin now, **** this ****
i'll cuss a storm up, **** ya whore up
give her more love, then you could ever restore bud
heisenberg, ya wear those glasses cause ya eyes are blured
twist ya spine backwards, faggot BUTT **** those glasses
imma make you the first ever blind rapper

I don't even have to diss you to hit you harder,
my heart pulses with the impulse of musical ardor.
Whether or not, let's change the weather.
I just smoked two joints so I feel tight as leather.
Let's pull together, this **** starts to hit you hard.
I'm spreading hard, I should spread my business card.
No regard for human life, I'll strike a strife,
then write my music with a palette knife.
Sometimes I don't even try, this just comes out forthright,
filling in the grays between the black and white.
There will be no invite when I really start to get somewhere,
my haters will still be modeling for Calvin Klein's underwear.
I smoke a square, then the lyrics start to unfold.
There should be a price tag that rivals 20 carat gold.
Alright, that was twofold, but now I'm releasing full force.
That might have caught your breath but this will make you full hoarse.
Consider this your remedy, you feeling me?
I'm feeling her when I'm feeling hurt. I'm loving free.
My heart knows my sleeve like beer knows New Year's Eve.
Bitches mourn and grieve to me like soldiers making leave.
Meanwhile, I'm making beats while burning heat,
sitting in the backseat eating me some white meat.
I call that **** wine and dine--straight from the bar line.
Women and weed align to bring me to cloud nine.
This is probably a sign, people tell me I'm better than this.
But right now I'm living the motto 'ignorance is bliss.'
So I'll reminisce past times and dismiss future crimes.
This is what you made, God... So I tell myself sometimes.

Let me know what you think. I'm tired as **** right now and feeling pretty down. I'll bring better next time.

I hate to admit it, but I'll spit it
You're better that me, but, yah a very big but
You can talk about sluts, chain em like jabba the hut
Talk about the way you strut, I'm goin nuts
Yet showin what is knowin none
Come undone, for completely nothin
Run muffin when you hear the beat pumpin

There I'm done

Bambiii new yelawolf album

Psycho White MOTHAFUCKA

Is it any good lol I haven't gotten any iTunes money to buy it lol

**** yeah im ya hater, you aint got lot to lose
and **** yeah i model for calvin kleins underwear
but why did i see you modelin too?
i got sperm cells that are hotter than you
wow, your motto is "ignorance is bliss" ****, real original
after your girl broke up with you and came to me you musta really hit a low
and now im in her though, dont think i wont hit her though
hit her on her lips, but im still wakin up with her glitter on my dick
and that glass from that "beer" on "news years" eve is rippin a hole in your "sleeve"
now your "hearts" in the street, and thats the only way it'll ever be
you aint better than me, but you are redder than me
when i get rid of a g, you instantly
spray ya face with eighty akas and break ya legs in 8 places
and come back with a naked clay aken to give you a cream cake and
i aint fakin