Neverending Rap Battle

Did prof like die or something where the **** has he been?

Yah? Jail again? Hope not, it's not fun being someone's bitch...

Prof is the bitch master not the bitch

Lol, I don't doubt it! and this is what he'll come back to...

You'd better watch out who you're calling into battle
I'll brand your fat ass and herd you like cattle
and you talk about achieving
well i am just not believing
you rap and think your hard
your just a fukin retard
your rymes look like a pile of ****
and you cant do nothing about it
and you aint no baller your a phony
i bet your whole crew was a bunch of rent a homies
so now im done and you must feel lower than the floor
and now everybody knows the score

so u think think your rap is pretty good rap
i will sum it up in one word it is crap
u say they call me a jellyfish
well boy stop talking pish
u are just a rapper wanna be
you probably got your rymes off the T.V
your machete is probably a toy
dancing in your skirt you little gay boy
this rap will turn you in to ash
and the only pound you gave was in cash
now i gotta go
it was fun winning against a ho
so just think about what i told you before
and i am guessing everyone knows the score.

Hey long story short magrades suk and i prolly wont be on dis that often but wheni come back bambs im cummin for dat ass

Dumb black boy

You guys should make out and be friends

**** I meant make UP and be friends! Autocorrect is a bitch!

Lol we are friends novas just a dumb black boy right nova?

Yo, who wants to battle me?

Start it off slut

I'll let my mind drift swiftly to hieroglyphs as I catapult off the highest cliff and into the rift of the unknown. I've got a feeling in my funny bone that we are not the same, just different names in different zones. The green light is that green paper, but I won't let my mind taper nor be captured by the rapture of this capitalist enterprise, my prize lies in the sky, so I'll chastise the wise, straighten my tie and head in headfirst, submersed in social status, apparatus for the blind. My state of mind is what springs to mind, aligned with the planets, granite-designed to refine the failing prodigies of this generation. I am on a space station on the moon, immune to the same tunes that made you immune to higher power. But you made it in time for happy hour, devour this southern sensation, symphony narration. I am dreaming insanity on a crash course to reality, I need a reality check. Brutality on this cassette deck. This **** leaves a sour taste in your mouth, uprooted from the deep south, killing niggas until none are left at the end of my gun. This is a bunk run and I'm headed straight for the vault at the fault of the assault of survival of the fittest. This mental physical is viral, vital instrumental, descend into parental advisory content. I'm inspired to write, put you in flight mode and fly you to new heights. Explore my life, rip it from underneath, expose it like a second wife, bare it with your teeth. This is fleece, mental peace, recorded from the streets in the heat. Send the tweet. Youth is running this game, aim my .223 at your fame, let it explode and spill into the road, reload and let your body corrode by maggots. This is where you belong, you ******* faggot. This is frightening; chain lightning and chain rhymes, old flow and new times. This is elementary hood ****—elementary hood spit. I've been a rap serial killer since I was a cereal killer, marauding for a ruse, now I'm clawing at the snooze. This is rap abuse, excuse the accusation that you can't rebuild broken foundation. Watch me renovate innovation like it's my vocational education.

I know, I'm jus messin with ya

**** shut up, shut the **** up, you can race for the cup, but gold is a whole new league, it'll Ingulf the sea, and say it's still thirsty, so Lordy, oh please, bring this newbie, to new knees, cause I'm no g, doesn't mean I don't know these, you've got the car but I've got the keys, so we'll meet, halfway, at the passway, where the fast day, just takes life away
So we can be on the same team if you stay at my level, if any higher I'll show you the devil, I'm no rival, but I don't bring religion without my black bible, and Wrathe isn't my name, no, it's a homemade title

Don't take nothin personally, jus wanna see how you respond

a kid from the boondocks, thinkin hes tupac
goofs alot while wearin tube socks
he's the boob swat, hits on chicks with tubetops
wants there cookas, snipin people off roof tops
then gets beat up by huge jocks
the boose stops when his tooth rots
im off the hizzy, im off the chain, imma loose rot
i think of this **** whether imma sleep or wide awake
i'll adress any situation at anytime, or place
so if you got anything smart to say
i suggest you hide ya face, and hibernate
cause im back for the winter, attack all you fibbers
smack all ya bitches that act all suspicious
all ya motherfuckers, that say this and that, im pissed in fact
im contrairy to wiz and mac, dont want me to raise my voice?
then i'll raise my fist way back, and you kiss my sack
you can lick my crack, ya'll faggots whick-whick-whack
you say im black, but its clear as day im white, guy please
you must have some eye sight problems, heres some glasses
try these, thats like me sayin you look chinese
when you dont even have half the brain power
ya'll lame cowards, and soft, this aint no cake hour
dont underestimate me, im bout to **** all over, im feelin gas
imma genius in a mask, watchin you wake up next to ya friend with ya penis in his ass
i C you fags, but you B the fags, yeah wow
imma bout to wig out, bout to pull niki minajs hair out
im sick with raps, and if ya'll dont like ya can kiss my **** filled ass

drew is back.......and bambi....dude that was FUCKIN FIRE...dope **** homie...damn

sick, ill, im pissed still, i got the cough and sneeze
whatya know, i show and they gimme the rawest beat
fow show i flow, bout snatch and swipe ya off ya feet
my music swarmin ya brain when ya fall asleep
i could be across ya street see, spittin but those bars go bleep bleep
i just kept believing, believing that no one cant beat me
but until i've fallen off completley, theres no way imma go away easily
minaj suckin my dick, finally know what beez knees means
boogie monster on ya block, with his hoodie on his top, and fist closed
ya betta lock them doors, but it dont matter, he'll bust thru ya windows
to kill these pop stars, thinkin they rockstars, cause they party hard
got that blunt and bottle in the air just wavin it
yo, taylor swift, we all know ya chasin dick, so shut ya lips we dont give a **** about ya relationships
the case is done, ya face in dung, im tryna limit cussin and punches, but it just seems like i keep wastin um

nicki minaj has a song called "BEEZ in the trap"
and when ya suck a dick, you're on ya knees
and i played that in with the saying "bees knees"