Neverending Rap Battle

To both Gliitch and professor:

Trick or treat, somebody's at the door
They want candy from you and they're rocking fancy drawers
Frankenstein monsters and vampire broads
that make Dracula look like an employee at a fabric store
Allow me to lay it out, it's Halloween
And the All Hallows scheme to pack heat in the form of gang teams
It's a pumpkinfest when the Jack O'Lanterns attack
and bowl the Killer Tomatoes out like cricket, howzat?
This is a power rap, just had my batteries powered
Now I feel Energized, my "Run" has the "Rabbit" fouled
When I take it back to watching Rabbit in 8-Mile
kill all those other faggots and made a pile of dead bodies in the middle of the stage, wow!
It's a stage fright
It's a horror trying to rhyme in front of a hundred odd plain guys
But as long as I say it right, then I can make a fight
Take a step towards normality and liaise with the ladies right
I suppose when it all comes down to it, it's all about showing confidence
Social dominance eventually leads to global prominence
if you have the kind of sense to control your conscience
All that science about rockets is total nonsense!
So, getting some Merit after I go to college
and gaining selective abilities and potent knowledge
is something that I've developed, even though it's a slow progress
But I guess that it is all part of the growing process

walking into dawn beyond ...psalms of necronomicron written in the palm ... c4 , claymore , dynamite .. pick ya bomb ...pick a tom , pick a bass .. pick ya place ... let your actions depict ya faith ... the piggy';s house blew away the next piggys house blew away .. the last pig ,didnt let wolf grip the bricks .. switched the shiit and gave um the snickelfritz .. snicker bitch ... happy halloween heres some snickers kids... grimey but those kicks'll fit ... on some sedistic wrist slit **** 666 ...

HAPPY HALLOWEEN ....to all my ghouls and goblins

I'm stronger than all of hell, I excorcize/
You bet I'm right the better fight
You've got 30-0, while I'm less than nine/
And you're off my back like ima porcupine/
You thwart my rhymes/
Well I report you contort with cohorts to never lose a dime/
"This dude's a crime"/
Breaks every law but Newton's cause I'm losing time/
Even a vice can't break my cool unless the pleasure's mine/
Walking out with a severed spine/
A pen through my mind/
Eyes crossed I'm blind/
I can't think, after round one I've lost my prime/
It's now occupied by a lawsuit and a death threat towards monopolized rhymes/
Sublime and subliminal/
I'm fine as a criminal/
Running cross-country, across countries/
I've gone under, onto nothing/
Mind cunning but don't mind cutting/
Some ******* ass who wants money/
That ain't my life buddy/
But I'm ready to take it and die, buddy/
Nah buddy/
You ain't my buddy/
I'm budding early bloomer, bloody bruised up/
Caught on the corner, drug money and tuna/
Living off of that, nothing to lose, no/
Until I'm in the alley finding a crew, what?/
And a couple of new punks/
Drive-by in a blue truck/
Shoot us and leave the group cut/
And I'm breathing out my neck, covered in true blood-/
And that's a common tale/
Not to comment there, but I'm on a tail/
Hunting down a rapper to fight off the rails/
Calling all who want to talk the mail/
So I can send em off on a goddamn honest trail/
A battle in you must, one where we can stop derails/
And after three rounds someone can cop details/
Cop details before I'm off to jail/
Now let me look this over cause I'm lost in Braille/
And I'm about to bail!

https://soundcloud.com/milkboxkids/need-a-joint-instrumental

check this one out guys

oh my god dear lawd the laws are flawed ...lot a frauds... Come to odds in Ends people push to the front ,front like Friends ...pussies front like Men .. Bitch asses ain't gettin mentioned again ...pause ... Dogg you don't drop metaphors ..pop a squat meta,paws on all fours ...jaws on the floor ...sharks bitein for Achilles ,liars lion roars ... I don't wanna hear ya lies na more , poor can't pour more soul then they can afford ... More drive then a ford, accord ,a formula one , Air Force one , nuclear energy forming a sun.. Shoot a real shot in the form of a gun...yea boy , watch the clock ... He flava flavour poured on ya tounge ...endorphin drunk... Torch the skunk ... Killed it ... Name tag said remorse ... Or Rigamortis ... Flow like jigga only Bigga , beard like Norris ... Bold lil figure of speech cortex like a courset take the game to prom ... **** her ain't gonna marry the chick ... Wait a minute never went to prom Abercrombie an bitch stitch don't fit ... My dick ripped through her skinny jeans an came on her wrists slit ...collar covered in lipstick listening to misfits , misfits that's didnt miss **** ... Except school said **** this ****... It's glue made of poo thinking we won't be stuck in this **** ...ima spliff this ... Careful where my dick is , my private eye between the thighs in witness protection , ask the bitches , dogg I'm back in business mind ya bizniss ... Won't stop till im finished or I finish ,on the fittest Finnish model turned dentists dentures ,den it's of to start my next adventure uncensored .....

your whack as a priest in sunday school... whacking his piece ... praying one day it'll be cool ... childish .. pre-school ... got you so gas'd ,humancentipede your head up your leaders ass .. and REFEUL ...ask bryant, why they called me PROF ,u need school ,abc's you .. eh B, I c's you ...n Bitch ya see through ...i shoulda killed the bitch that conceived you .. B i know everyone leave you ... but noone Believe you ...u spit like a retarded emu ... emo ... teens throat as she screams no my baby's only 15 weeks old ...you babies gettin beat in ta fetal , beefin ya fico , queef in ya speedo , i'll be quick when i beat in ya peephole ... leavein ya peoples with thread n a needle ...cause i'll stitch ya mouth shut , cram ya head in ya pee hole , YA BUTT ...fuckhead ya worse then when ya moms gunt face was front page of SMUT with her gorilla gut,is you geurilla's real or what , what ... I dont give a **** ... your pussies .. i'll shiv you up , rip you up n FURgit you pups ...quit bitching or i'll turn you into a fashion gurus stitching victums ....strut ... cum in your face to remind you .. come on we all know your ass ... and we dont give a crap ... leave it behind you ....you could back those words if you had a spinal , or if any of you cats had the balls to rap on vinyl... do u have enough midol ... to write your mein kampf ... or do i need to nein ya'll .... four five ya'll .. No it doesnt matter ... shoot either way its Goodbye Ya'll ... nitroglycol pipe bomb on some mario mushrooms when the mics on ...

heres the difference .. you got the nerve to start bitchin
bully someone and then cry victum
I got the balls to walk up to all a ya'll , n smack um over the net like volley ball
scared cause your home alone , homes i think mucally called
he said you should nut up or shut up
im done with your chests getting puffed up , seriously you fucked up
now be a man about it .. group up with the rest of your klan , you fucks
acting as ingnorant as the kun klucks ... your all chickens , when i start spitten I aint here two clucks ... your chewed up ... opa'd the plate across your face you fakes
come to my city , nein ..No , you dont wanna end up with more holes then fifty , am I liein No so come get me ... i live in canada you coke heads need jet skis , if you dont wanna get popped ...u muscle heads thought these thoughts were heavy lifting leave the octagon red cause I just want it to stop ... like your mom when she was raped by your pops ... you ******* twats

got beef settle it with the pen even in the pen , were all deaded in the end ...
we can either mend ,act like men or act like a menace write dennis ... cap ya teeth, street dentist ... rip out ya dentures .. who ready to do ten years ... most you trying to hold your loved ones near .. my loved ones put a gun to my ear ... n said shoot you better get outta here ...this aint about the tears .. or period blood.. on some serious stuff ...why I dont give a **** ... grew up brassknucks against the steel fist .. steel toes , im working for real ... I really had to steal my meals ... got locked an never squealed ...worked beside copperfield , where coppers chilled... chopped some pills , popped some pills ... often filled with drugs ...till the next hate **** n i feel the love ... tell me am i real enough ... same guy 5 ft 7 an catch 2 feet a hangtime , smack a 7seven footer out at bang time... ask all my boys in jail , why i dont throw up gang signs .. cause when gangs get a sign of me ... they either higher me for my talents or say goodbye ta me , cause they dont look eye to eye with me... there method get there friends smoked like ivory on some ivory over ivory .... well im over here mindin me ... dont have to watch my back so i put that behind of me ...

BOA ... gone catch a body ...doggie you aint got drive , rotti ... end up desserted in an audi in saudi ... karate ,kid'll put this mista miagee strapped to a ducati rolled in to a porti potti , i dont give a crap if your ass get smacked by a mazarati in the mohave ...kidding me , must be shitting me... ur a pissed off rapper , rip out your bladder slap ya face with it after I wipe my ass crack ...cracker crack ya face and smoke a brick a cheese ...smack you with a mushroom tattoo leave ya black blue... as a cop car ... u get rolled with a shot gun , come get squad car'd ...constipated on the hatred ,I couldnt give a **** ... I give deliberate liver kicks till your pissing so much blood your tampons dry , when your on your rag and I gag ball ya'll fags ... n shove a mic down your throat till it fill your colostomy bag , hey you finally got **** on the mic ... but noone gives a **** , mike ... ur tight as a dyke with 3 flesh lights in her windpipe ...but your still GAY

Calm down, prof, you seem to be posting too many verses on here.

Baby baby baby, baby, baby BABY
This is Diwali, and I'm gonna cele-BRATE IT!
When the candles light up and they all pave our way
We're elated, Rama and Sita have brought home the bacon
but I don't plan on eating any meat today
Because I plan on stuffing myself with sweets that's glazed
I'm a Hindu x Christian, but I believe Jesus and Shiva
should come together and throw up a little feast for the evening
Share each other's garments and their beliefs
And cement a friendship that's longer than the Great Barrier Reef
Smoke some dope, choke and joke, gulp some Coke
Hold a pose slower than a hoe robed in Vogue
I'm a hero turned rogue, I've come to steal your girl and leg her
before she legs it out of the bed
Be lucky that girl's still got a head on her
but unluckily, she's been left brainless
Her brain has packed its bags and left the building
like Elvis when he died after impressing the children
with his Blue Suede shoe stance, or even an M.J. moonwalk
But I've never seen him walk the moon, but he went to it
So take your Magna-Doodles and Etch-a-Sketch through this
My style will make you disappear and get you left clueless
My Superman weapon will blow away Lex Luthor
Chew him and spit out his seeds just like satsumas
You may be tough, but you ain't a Daewoo Tacuma
You Mac-Miller cap-peeler little cracker
with a knapsack that's strapped to your back, quit your jibba-jabba
lest I black you out like the Shungokusatsu, A-KUMA!

**** the beef .. ima vegetarian this week ... only thing going between his teeth , cheech , reef , trees ... iv'e bin dro'n ... spliff a O'n ... script a oman .. Oh man... floating or boating bro im broating ... roll in n roll um ... Yo ,so high at times hoots feel like magazines , shoot i feel like ima overdose ,on that ak 47 ... sick I need kemo
comatose , roached at seven eleven ... phoniex tears in the needle , if I could I would inject um invetro into the turn tables an all of my people ...zonged chonged bongs dawn till dusk ... dust the cron , dusk ta dawn ... wheres ma buster gone ... right beside my lighter .. Busta on ... dutch the cannibutter ... naw i dont want G 13 ... these G's want a can a gutter ... blaze a cannon smothered in honey oil... Buzzzzzzed Buddddd another blunt filled with some pills ... I think I saw God budddd .. hitting this God Bud... THC tree labeled LSD ... got me funky on the melody ...good thing I dont live in the states ... or everyday would be a felony ... never fell on knees ... but i will bag you ... hot head'll blaze you you need your vitamins heres some Grapefruit ... heres my method Man Take two ... and get back to me in the morning ; )

BARS OVER BULLSHIT

mike gotthose aint got hoes , snot nosed chump . punk .. ur whack flows only fat when then end up in your fat hoes flab rolls ... gunt

dennis Buddha you get smoked with a hookha ..damn straight im greasy wipe ur girls pussy with the burger wrapper ,so my dick slides in easy ...

MANNY WTF THE **** BRO .. now I gotta treat you like a **** HOLE ... suckle on my knuckle .. not my fists ya clitorus my camel toe .. how bout I cram a hand down your throat an tie ya filopian tubes to ya sandles , for every time your run ya mouth off ... bitching from brazil dogg i'll smack ya south paw ..

I believe those are the main ones actin anus ....but they aint **** ... starved of character ... I did'nt wanna EMBERASS YA, heated assholes ... how you gonna let a canadians rap flow tear ya up? when rap was created in america !!! got this locked like a pair a cuffs ... I can call your bluff without cards tell you aint got no heart Jokers ...

ok well you a Bitchnigger , a Bitchnigga always on my dick "nigga" figure I use a figure of speech ...didya ever use the word "Wigger" in your life then your a hypocrite , trife an you know im right ...so suck the melatonin out my skin before I the next thing I write is to bright and you can see yourself who you really are , A WIFE ..

https://soundcloud.com/ills-2/as-bad-as-it-gets
https://soundcloud.com/ills-2/runner

Tell me what you think. I've already compiled an iTunes playlist of all the best songs I've produced, and am actually planning on making a demo in the form of a CD.

plastered like stucco ... uh oh .. just lost my cutco knife in a sluts hole ....Hold a hoes throat keep her quiet ... clowning like stephen king at a burger king when a fat chick yells DIE IT ... you hyatt not till these drugs inCORPORATING the eyelids ... wink wink <see what I did

Oh .... wink wink, I see what you've done
That's a good one-liner that packs a good punch
But my punchlines got better nuts
than a bar of Snickers from that Baracus n....r
Yep, I've blocked out n....r, because I'm not allowed to say it
But I'm afraid that some people will issue a foul/fowl basting
like I was a Christmas turkey or a fried chicken
Smack me around like I'm a birdie or a fly vixen
I don't flap, I don't blurt, I'm not a guy who snitches
Don't want to end up in the dirt like those lying bitches
I'm not a mobster but a monster who conquers
like Godzilla stomps over blocks in a rumpus
I harm just like a Viking guard or a Norse bringing thunder
that roars over mortals
I'm Thor, a mighty lord with the awesomest weapons that slaughter
This is my ****, so run this in your recorder

Okay there rap lovers.. I need some help.. I have a brother who is in jail.. feeling alone. I need to find a rap song that lets him know I'm here for him and he isn't alone. I'm going to copy the lyrics and send him a letter.. suggestions please?

I see you two got it going on
But I'm bored, just throw a curtain on
And I'm superman, caped crusader
Light the saber now call me vader
Cause I'm a sadist player, who doesn't make a wager
Just observes and takes a layer
Like a prayer, talking to the sky makes you feel
Great and catered, thank him later
**** religion, **** atheism
Neutralist, watch me nuke this bitch
You seem new to this, hi I'm ludacris
Call me ludachrist, cause I'll nuetralize
Every time that I'm jeopardized
I got the leapard eyes, yeah I'm energized
Eye of the tiger, eye of the writer
Nine times the try-hard
And I like my nice cars
But to afford I gotta kick an ass or two
In the battle school, without the average tune
This is Ender's Game, call me the ender
Cause I'm ending in flames, Catching Fire and embers
But my real Escape Plan is to slit throats and run as I can
Come at me, man, I'm back, by chance
Now lose your stance, while your girl will lose her pants
Do that nudy dance, that's some booty glance
Just a glance at the front lines, punchlines
But none find, much in here I'm crunchin' here
I ain't even awake yet, tired as **** and waiting for a paycheck
I make debt like a toy store makes play train sets
I haven't aimed yet, yet I'm sayin' that I've claimed game, bitch

hey i gots to get some practice anyone up for a battle

https://soundcloud.com/mic_messiah/so-raw the original rap god xD