Neverending Rap Battle

east ta west , west ta east , leave death deceased , its ma destiny ,life manifest in these cyph , recipes we write , left , tops, bottoms , underdogs coming up above the gods , outta gotham, in the lab with the solution ta problems, that have stained society's solvent , evolving , eons beyond where we've all bin , def as **** and still here my calling,balling in court like i thought i was on one, cmon son immaculate concepts stepped out the broken condom , dope as **** , is he nuts or on some >? the brains a sponge leave bloodstains n open cuts, soak this up, when ur broke enough to break down , break ground an get dirty,u dont wanna **** with that **** get herpes,squirrly flight pearly whites,smile at everything i come across ,this universe an that nun in church, dog my feet are barking , my wolves are howling , running with martians , squartin cartman carbon car bombs , n blow up cause i got the drive, grow up birdies im so flocking fly i aint talking sky, im walking 9 dimensions above the ones, hawkins mind mentioned, so down , underground has bin building on my shoulders, colder then bi polar caps ripped out theres ass crack,u wanna rap STraps on my STreet ,im wrapping platinum beats around willy wonka bars,so sweet candy rappers lose there teeth, they use to eat, use defeat as an excuse to not get up an talk the truth, alberta beef ox the booth , rock das boots , well ya rocking cement shoes , aint something pop produced , take ya shot at being the **** , drop a deuce , lotta ma fuckas I aint talking too , I aint talking 2 ,there can only be one ..............

bruv quit the rappin
you a 50 year old guy why you claim to do gun clappin
you get famous well never happen
ask any mc
lil host the best lyrically
i amma end your career and you werent even dissin me
actually who the **** you dissin G
eat ta west
west ta east
i amma ******* eat you as ma dinner feast
its lil host vs the profssor
remember a slave never wins a compressor
**** i misspelled your name
but **** it its still lame
you can reply go on and diss me again
cuz when i throw these rhymes they ganna set you in pain
am a lyrical monster
i flow these rhymes make you lyrically foster
so these are the dices and at you the being rolled
you just got served by a 13 year old

bro just felt like creating a rap battle nothing personal

They ain't intimidated because you a smaller person
So I beat em' logically buildin' a taller fortress
The chumps is runnin' round sniffin' coke and takin' pills
Then they hurry to the pope hopin' they can make it still
Then they wonder how they're failing
Makin' such a simple deal
Well how bout' forgetin' bout' the church
Cuz it's you who's makin' you ill
People tellin' you just do it, you thinkin' about regrets
How bout' you focus on the outcome before takin' another step
See I've been killin' the competition
This talent was never givin'
I was workin' up in the shadows
A hero amongst the villains
All these rappers talkin' big, "yeah I got like he got it"
Then they comin' up short when they empty whats in there pocket
Electrocute a bitch, I'm stickin' you in a socket
Cookin' you in the process, might as well get a profit
And if you still rappin' bout the bitches you be hittin'
The money that you be stackin' and the crack that you be sniffin'
Then get the **** out the industry
That ain't rap, who you kiddin'

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challenge to everyone except profesr....write rap better than this
(verse 1,multies40,bars 8)

get to(getto) forget old getto,m fed of all whack so
ima get to move fast as b(be)-n-z,like tornado with dope flow

your lollop cant get you on magazines,mc's like to have all the bread but still they earn slow dough
(pay attention on the 7 rhyme syllable...fast as b(be)-n-z like tornado...with...magazines,mc's like to have all)

slow as hoe so they gettin short on dough,m too good enough to hold yo down,so low(solo),your slow flow made yo album go so-so

my sold's gold so my photo's in front of x-x-l and now every next belle and each of yo hoe is willin to xperiance 8-e's sexx cell

bitches now lick cock wit clock's tic toc cuz now m in hip hop
m the big shot,once i hold the mic,mic n i lip lock

critics tries of tossin me on skillet,made me evil spirit,made my ambition rigid and the vision's vivid

u can not inhibit eightetude's limit,my atitudes rigid,whatever i feel i spit it,my lyrics fillip the brain,if you feel it like sanes

this is my industry, till i live it,gimmics can not kill it cuz they just midget who is bout to get punished to picket in any minute

challenge to everyone except profesr....write rap better than this
(verse 1,multies40,bars 8)

get to(getto) forget old getto,m fed of all whack so
ima get to move fast as b(be)-n-z,like tornado with dope flow

your lollop cant get you on magazines,mc's like to have all
The bread but still they earn slow dough
(pay attention on the 7 rhyme syllable...fast as b(be)-n-z like tornado...with...magazines,mc's like to have all)

slow as hoe so they gettin short on dough,m too good enough to hold yo
down,so low(solo),your slow flow made yo album go so-so

my sold's gold so my photo's in front of x-x-l and now every next belle
And each of yo hoe is willin to xperiance 8-e's sexx cell

bitchhes now lick cocck wit clock's tic toc cuz now m in hip hop
m the big shot,once i hold the mic,mic n i lip lock

critics tries of tossin me on skillet,made me evil spirit,
made my ambition rigid and the vision's vivid

u can not inhibit eightetude's limit,my atitudes rigid,whatever i feel i spit it,my lyrics fillip the brain,if you feel it like sanes

this is my industry, till i live it,gimmics can not kill it cuz they just midget who is bout to get punished to picket in any minute

My mic is like a skillet, when I pick it up I grill on it
It's barbecue season; bring the charcoal, I'm flipping it
The white spirit, I'm spilling it, watch it rise like pizza dough
Time to put the burgers on now, see how they're heating slow?
I'm a cruel cook, I whip the chickens and beat the faggots
And put an extra bit of cheese onto these greasy maggots
I'm one of those greedy bastards with nasty eating habits
I'm Elmer Fudd, goddammit; I plan to eat the wabbit!
Cartoons depict lots of violence these days
That's why I used to pretend to be shooting guys on the freeways
when I was a kid whyling
Spinning round like a DJ on some real autistic ****
while my parents gave me leeways
I'm an adult now, I'm living on salads and carrots now
While listening to underground rap and Metallica sounds
It's amazing how "The Memory Remains"
My mind is that photographic, so do me a favour ..... and bring the albums out

pay-me-brah to put one in your labia, like a baby rawf woof , bitch has got rabies to
,look at what you made me do, think ur sick , I made me puke , poor as gravy soup , dirtier then dirt with herp ,with a bloodthirst for that love burp the pussy make, bacardi barbies want my marley pussies fake, want my drive try n take ma car keys, well im out at a party,the names Mic Dugas , dont give a **** , no excuses , buddhist , smoking buck naked with a nudist , but you knew this , ya'll want new this , that , oooo shiny it flashed, the barrel that turned ya marrow to an air hole , ergo , pull ya tarot , tear throats,turn his epidermis inside out in a effin ,furnace ,furnish the walls with leather, please thats pleather, leave that cleaved n severed,when they ask who turned your ass to a chain saw mass-acre mask , they look at they word hacked slashed into the back a ya casket , im a badder rapper snatch yur bladder out a basterd n spatter it against they data , pissed off , larena bobbit , dicks off , all bottled up , twist offs , try n **** with prof, cut the wrists off your fanbase , yo mom cant grab band aids ,she cant get her lips off my dick (cough ) (zip) shiiiiiit im on the toilet , hip hop wants coidice, my voice is the music you'll die to get high live life an survive though , waterboy out the bayou, colonel sander chicken heads , beat the pussy up ,shiiet put me up on a stage I flip off it , on some raid spit off it , cause nothing bug me bugs bunny what up playboy tatoo on her boob holding a tube a lube in the nude rubbing till she splooge all over the boobtube dude, shes pregnant baby, 18 years from now i'll have a new lady in the nude ,lay 3 in a neuce, cause ima choke a bitch like I broke a fist well she was throatin it soaked in piss from the last rapper i shatter shabba dabba doobie coochies got cooties booties got boobies , groupies got roofies, they trying to lewd me but nothing can stop me in flanders fields from smoking poppy's , excuse me rocky from the rockies word up to my rotti's dog.................

Out the window

This ain't another love song imma use for striking your heart
It's about how I tightened your scars or tried to brighten the marks
The most vulnerable points I found the most beautiful
Cuz your weaknesses showed me what I didn't want to do to you
You knew it to from that first time we were sitting inside
You had a wrist full of lines but some glistening eyes
I listened at times but I didn't need to I could see what you said
Your facial expressions showed me the screams in your head
How you'd only find peace if your dead I set out to prove you wrong
Show you love and happiness isn't just for movies and songs
We were moving along and you would slowly push me away
Found an abusive boyfriend and took what he gave
I even ended the friendship but Id still think of you
the sadness you've been living through and the joy I could bring to you
perfect match split in two, you called me saying he's done somethin awful
I decided I'd join you for the road ahead and for the stuff that follows
He disgraced your body and made you strip naked with his friends
Had you get on all fours and take some pics on a bed
I felt so bad for you I would've severed his head
He sent them to everyone but you forgave him instead
It was a shock to be honest I didn't think you'd honestly want this
After he said he'd kill your family and end your life just to top it
You ran back to him claiming it was just a mistake
Stab in the back to me and all the trust that I gave
All the times that I cared for you when you were scared of you
When you were hysterical I was still there for you
But I guess it's out the window

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leapin out the window committin homicide
i wont try to hide the feeling i have inside
get brought in,screamin at the cops" tryin to stop it huh"
you should be glad that this peice of **** loser wants die to get away from the mafia
take out his gun but im stoppin ya,

didnt finish it yet


check out my battle with dark nova in rap for newbies

I'm flippin' bodies on the call like an old Motorola
Slidin' you with this Nokia and leavin' you in a coma
You probably high as **** thinkin' "I LOVE SOSA!"
Is the rawest **** you heard, jackin' off with a bottle of soda
You so disillusioned thinkin' you got the best rhymes
Then your fans walk up to you with they ears bleedin' and ten knives
Talkin' bout, "quick kill him, it was this guy!
He sucks so ******* much he gave a hairy blow job off to Tech N9ne!"
You cower up in your basement like, "the hells wrong with these guys?!"
Then you replayed your music and saw every roach in the room die
You started thinkin' bout how maybe you weren't so great
How your fans never liked you and you should isolate

But then you went in denial, sendin' your pen in a spiral
Listeners turn homicidal, holdin' them rifles, your flow suicidal
Here, I give you the title, for suckin' so much in a cycle
(speed it up)
Bitch don't gimme the word, I'll give you a burn
Clip you and kill you with all of this yearn
To shoot every bitch, who claim he the ****
And boot every bit of his fame he might get
I'm packin' the jacket with Remington packets
And smack em' all in soon as I see the faggot
Who's rappin' Jurassic like cry me a river, you will when I'm blastin'
And you will in your casket, which will be your mattress
I murder you brutely and hide you with tactics
Then hack your own facebook and keep posting status
So bitches be thinkin' your ghost in the attic breathin' asthmatic
rememberin' the night he got killed and just vanished

#TeamBackpack

come hell or high water
develles in my sauna x3

throats shiver cold slivers of bow river
arrow acrossed the narrow canel
a cross a bone marrow n chanel
the loss a homes , farewell, enamel
barely recognizable
flow hydro myswell go out n buy the boat
noahs yaught , to float across,hollacaust
infantry stand like lines a coke
in a white out
WHooo the **** is you to mess with a night owl on the night prowl
knock yo lights out
armies of zombie mommies half dead
heartbeart of a body shotty'd,crackheads
stealing mazarati's, audis , ducati's,
driving like madmax
for an apocalypse now
survivin these pussies like tampax
got 5 in my back pocket
u aint stoppin us now
metropolis necropolis, populus drown
from n optimists thought in this rotteness
found
off in a coffin often jsst coughing
off'd him a problem,awesome a god pen
fell from the heavens, only to be held by those who go through hell ,
faceing develles,
to right through the fire burning,
a car named desire tires turning,
when ya drive through razor wire,
to get your cut
go to heaven to get fucked up
look around your city
you know whats what
its fucked up

but ppl put there bucks up
shut up , nut up , n put there knucks up
cut up, fight till there lucks up then smoke a 5 leaf clover n get fucked up
go to yuk yuks , up chuck,siiiick yup yup

end of the world today
beginning of a new one tomorrow
pack your bags of haze
were flying first class, with two6 bottles

come hell or high water
develles in my sauna x3

you see bitch dont tell me sorry
cuz ma style has gone legend bitch this is ma glory
this is ma past ma future ma rap ma story
ma present ma self bitch you just phony
this bitch so hopeless went on the road ith a sighn PLEASE BLOW ME
oooooooooh homie
bitch even the feds cant stop me cuz im a shadow they aint neva saw me
so excuse me if u have to end a career for ya
i just wanna tech you a don **** with me lesson
so bitch you better listen
cuz iamma go on the next level off dissin
ma skills of rap describe me
im the unstoppable legend OG
if you fake you wont know me
cuz lamborghini chains and guns that aint me
am the real type g
you see this is history its what lil host sang
and when youfuck with me you get knocked off bitch like bang bang
i'll whip you ass alone bitch i dont even need ma gang
so peace out and holla iamma nd this with a slang

This is the cause of the terror
That rappers like this couldn't get any rarer
People talkin' bout "Oh gosh it's Rick Ross he really is great"
You mean the man who probably raps while eatin' his fuckin' corn flakes?
Till hes so wide what wherever he walks inside, every fuckin' door brakes?
The floor shakes, and every time he walks in the studio, some fuckin' smores bake
Have you seen what hes written?
Rappin' about cars that hes never even fit in
Then he raps about dope the he supposedly be buyin'
When all of his fuckin' money goes on the high end on dining
Girls don't wana **** him, his bitch as be lyin'
If they was under him they'd probably be dying

This industry's so confusing its starting to tick me off
I could probably kill most mainstream rappers in 3 coughs

Yeah now lets change it up bit, no ridin' on rapper dick
Especially the ones who talk about gettin' rich
I'll cover them up with lube, stick em' right in a tube
The slit of an elephant roamin' round in a zoo
A new vaginal experience for that ****** and his crew
Grab a random abandon canon, stick em in with a tantrum
And shoot em off into canyons, watch em land die with fashion
As they get carried off by a mammoth, and then swallowed by a dragon
Now that's just a bit crazy and yes I even know it
How bout you suck this dick and blow it, cuz either fuckin' way
Most of these rappers jealous bout how my lyrics are overflowing

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