Neverending Rap Battle

ayyyyye im
comin up in the game
to cover up all the lame
motherfuckers
that hide under the covers
that are all still titty suckers
that think swag is the way to go
you hate me whoa, what?
youll never say that to my face though punk
so grab a blunt roll up
so you have an excuse to be dope slut
force **** in a corsica
of course im white trash
so kiss my white ass
yeah im like that
when i cum right back
right on the left side of ya spine
im comin to ravish the nation
cause none of yall are sick
even if ya ARE a cancer patient (pause)
*tryin not laugh*
how dare ya laugh?
i carry these raps
right on my hairy ass back
lick my ass crack
my flow is the wettest ****
ya better get it bitch
im just a ready ritz
just a cracka whos prepared
pickin ya up
throw ya back down the stairs
you in pain
smackin the air
gaspin the air
you whack as a lettin a bitch
slap you on the ass and puttin desitin on the rash (pause)

I tried remixing a Jedi mind tricks instrumental and got it

**** them

too dope to go thru

but yo whitey

I got some beats we could rip

and some topics we could spit to

uh lemme get everything straightened out

I usually just get a topic and write but heres somethin

since we're both white I have a topic and title named "things wouldn't be the same"

just a comical track about things wouldn't be the same if we were black

ill just get a beat, confirm it with you and we can write to it

ill post mine on youtube first so then you can just take the mp3 off of there

you know how to do that correct?

Yeah that's what I've been doing with beats

So raw

Verse 1
It's weird y'all rappers in circulation cuz ya flow is dead
The way I project my lines they always go over heads
Like I cut your lower legs went back to break spines
Cuz I'm coming straight for your neck homie I ain't gonna waste time
I got intricate schemes killin these beats but y'all got a lack of rhymes
So imma milk this for what it's worth since I'm past your eyes
Savage mind holdin souls in my hand and grippin lives
So if u sane bolt can't keep up so don't even finish lines
I ain't made to clutch a smith and Wesson but this blade will cut em into sections
Stomach and intestines he'll get razors stuffed within his tendons
Cuz yall can't connect any strong lines so bow before this rap god
cuz if I go for your Achilles heel then you ain't got a leg to stand on
imma hit nerves yet there's no way your rap can touch this
You must got a cartilage problems cuz all your joints are lackin substance
Or maybe I just got your knees bucklin I'm lookin to beat somethin
You act G but ain't seen struggling you into peace lovin and tree huggin

I'm so rawwwwwwwwww
(Yeah yeah yeah)
I'm so rawwwwwwwwww
(Yeah yeah yeah)
I'm so rawwwwwwwwww
(Yeah yeah yeah)
I'm so rawwwwwwwwww
(Rawwwwwwwwwwwww)

Verse 2
Swag rappers are smart as cavemen you still ain't grippin the torch
Can't make it off what you got so your careers ridin an umbilical cord
Writtens are poor yall emcees don't know what it takes to do this
So try to twist caps off ill pull and spring till I'm draining fluids
Berretta clips pathetic **** just deadly scripts **** metal grips
hit mental kids with crescent kicks cuz y'all putting on fake fronts like dental strips
Cuz whats in Your mouth ain't real Its a dizaster your crown is irrelevant
So hit replay till you understand what I meant when I said this ****
A brainiac with a blade attached runnin scarce on quick meals
I only meantion diamonds when I put a square on his heels
Cuz these rappers careers should have never moved like a rock statue
And it reVOLTS me how rappers try to make careers off shock value
Now if I flip that switch its impossible I'm already at another level rappin
Your cd is trash imma break it in half slit your throat and forget it ever happened
Several gashes we could see pac up top he'd have a face of disgrace
Cuz anyone who made a difference died and no ones even tried takin his place

such a Thug , take off my ? T ,n give girls a Hug ,
ima beast till my minds at peace ,
ima piece of the puzzle well ya’ll piecing the puzzle ,
im peaceing unleashing the muzzle, speaking rebuttles,
im reefing n cheeching ma troubles , concrete’ing the rubble
im reaping n leaping the hubble , keepin it subtle
putting ions inside a hadron collider well u got ya eyes on the fire ,
I fire, put my nikes on ,entire empires desire my attire I con-struct a new image
Paint a picture on the back ya eyeballs in two minutes
premature ejaculater masterbaters u finished
Im not finished till im inland with two girls from finland
in hand that’s my pimp hand pimp’n
Every sentence put my pen down with conviction
convicted of being conflicted with this human condition
conditioned to be well rounded ,phat ass theres a point ya missen
joints a spliffin ,oinks a kitten , I leave ya joints a missen
roman grecco pretzel a cop n pros-ecutor for a joint submission
leave ya car with the subs missing outside Vietnamese sub kitchens
submarine submachines with no sub titles
this marines a machines puffing English dub vinyls



yea , recognize playas

Mic hits,i spit
life boat,sight oh
i go,tight yo
back ta home
tabacco
r these multi-syllables correct?

Simple but yes

ok thanks

can u comment on these 7 rap bars?

i'm sinking in sea of grief,without life boat,
sank deep,as deep as end of sight,ohh

i think i've gone blind?no
i see ma life is on the line,here i go

i cant miss my boat
life is on stake fo mic sake,i gotta spit tight,yo

mic hits ma mouth,i got to spit like GOAT(G.O.A.T)
before i spit on mic,i hear em sayin "choke"

8_etude bought one pack of weed,n he is back to home
atitude's awkword n m back on smoking tabacco

everydude thought that i am skindeep,i wonder they would b
coma deseased if they could see tears behind clowns comedies

pain is deep as oceans n m exploading inside me
m at roller coaster of emotion's which loves sadness chide ecstacy

Bar 1: not too good
Bar 2: the flow is kinda choppy
Bar 3: makes no fuckin sense
Bar 4: kinda makes sense but words don't fit in properly
Bar 5: rhymes don't work very well
Bar 6: wtf I don't get it
Bar 7: it's a good bar, but the rhyme at the end is really bad

im the real mc so how u talkin bout me ill **** u up BOI
so dead that you cant even see
so u want a go come on gimmie ur best shot
but when im done wiv you ima just leave u to rot
I use the same rhymes every time, according to you.
You might wanna check your facts, all my lyrics are brand new.
You don’t know what you’re talkin bout, you don’t have a clue.
It’s all out my head, its comin out of the blue.
Battlin me again, I think you’re delirious
You suck so bad, I can’t even take you for serious

wait did ma rap go through

What up BOI, talking about "i'll **** u up BOI"?
Saying the same **** like a wind-up TOY
I've seen those lines about 16 times, BOI
All that replay is getting out of line, BOI
You're just an "outcast/OutKast" like Big BOI
Only Craig Mack uses that ****, BOI
It's just a shame he's not here anymore, BOI
'Cause he'd **** YOU up for trying to take his form, BOI
I don't give a **** if you're a boy or girl, BOI
You're one of the worst rappers in the world, BOI
Look, BOI - I have your ass shook, BOI
and I don't mean sluts sitting on bar stools, BOI
aaronG, you're arrogant, BOI
Squawking away like a parrot does, BOI
BOI, BOI, BOI, BOI BOI, BOI
I just chopped you up like Chinese chop SUEY!

Nice bit of alliteration, whitey.

Nice to have you back, prof.

I'm Irish, but I don't think the guys are gonna buy it
So I'll just wear a kilt and say that I reside in the Highlands
I play bad guys like bagpipes when they're bagged right
and strapped tight by Scottish dag-nappers* with their sacks tied
Time to soak these rappers backsides, it's bath-time
I'm not a homosexual, but being a fag is a bad sign
All these faggots aren't acting right
So I'm whip-snapping these maggots with so many bad vibes
they'll make Frank Ocean fantasise .....
"Oh my God, his whipping gets my dick hard
But that's cool, 'cause I'm a fruitcake with a big lard
of semen ready to bust out of my willy just like a thick barge
of Amtrak trains that are overcrowding the ship yard!"
Illustraight is a heavyweight
just like Tyson biting Holyfield's ear and ripping it away (*skrrrrrt*)
Theprofessor better get some better lectures
or else he's set to get some wet weather from a beretta
Whatever the weather, whenever the weather
However the weather, wherever the weather
whether he likes it or not
Get aggressive just like Donald Duck's temper
(imitating said character) Birds of a feather

*"Dag-nappers" is a word I made up describing Scotsmen who own terrier dogs.

tears bitter sweet swimming fathoms of mystery ,thought provokes the winds of his nature storming his emotions ,awoken from dead sleep a light of unrivaled beauty piercing the blinds of his mind ,giving sight to rivers of rapid emotion flowing through his entity ,energy coursing through every crevace of his aura ,her presence resonates closer overwhelmed by the symphony of her souls music , he writes with passion holding the pencil so fierce , it splinters into his calouse cutting out the malice as drips of his life force stain the sheets , tears running down his cheek, in awe unable to speak as his stare falls upon her eyes like that of a child seeing there first shooting star,he smiles and makes his wish to kiss the crimson lips of bliss...

not of that what was at all choppy and I like the effort muh brotha

good job, keep practicing itll come to ya

LIFE OF THE PARTY

a prof original beat

life of the party yeah thats what they call me
the army they call me when the liquor is bombing
and motherfuckers be doin yagga bombs see
im justa, straight tricky cat when i grab a bottle and tip it back
i become a different person
i start cursin and hittin brats
get myself a battery
you goin down like negative
my alcohol level is goin up like positive
you cant handle me
start rippin raps and freestyles
say somethin offense and get kick out
hop in my grand am and squeal out, peace out
i aint comin back to another, so be proud
fuckin these little project x's
i can get it poppin on a project bench bitches
cause if i get a party goin in wisconsin
if i was ever to step foot in boston or a big city
it should be no problem
regular beer, thats no fun
i can go from puffin a tree
swallowin e get ya to followin me
and blow up ya whole car
on ya own boulevard yeah we go so hard
and bogard, how ya like lifestyle so far?
my age? **** it, no card dont ask me
i paint a picture so vivid, i can get mozart to laughing
yep yep, swallowin a pint of bicardi
maybe thats why they say im the life of the party

if I can record over it thatd be awesome, can I get the mp3?