Neverending Rap Battle

Yo, its time for eryk and quik kid to take the fall,
Cuz you better recognize that TheTruth owned you all,
Dumb f***s is spittin at me like I'm new to this,
Better Stand Up cuz your punch lines are Ludacris,
Eryk and his wordplay, I easily kicked your fagget ass,
And motherf***in quik kid, still writin in paragraphs,
Are you trying to hide something? Or are you just a heretic,
You just don't want us to see that your flow's as bad as Eryk's is,
This dumb b**** has 200 posts and still can't do it right,
He's gonna get his ass kicked then say he threw the fight,
I asked you to get ONE judge besides the two of you,
And you STILL do it yourself and keep on movin through,
Look at theprofessor, he's right there and you still refuse,
You could ask him to judge, or are you afraid to lose?
You ignored his rap, cuz he's got skill and you won't have it,
Afraid again, cuz you know he'll drop you like a bad habit,
I've been doin the real **** while you fudge your way,
Now step the f*** up cuz now its judgement day,
If rhymes were money, you'd be havin snacks for lunch,
Neither one of you could spit just 20 bars and pack a punch
SECOND RAP
Yo take a look and read the rhymes that I'm packin in,
Wait, quik spit in lines? Must've been an accident.
I'll tell you what. I ain't surprised that you broke ten bars,
Man, rules are rules, better believe we'll defend ours,
But of course you can't spit just ten, you gotta f***in beat it,
Cuz if you cut down on the length, people might actually read it,
And God forbid that happens, cuz he'll never f***in win,
Cuz if he played legit, quik kid never would have been,
Boy, you and eryk really don't like rules, do you?
Cuz if the battle's not fixed then we stomp right through you,
Cuz I took on you and eryk, both at the same time,
Now you're in over your head-you and your lame rhymes,
You think I'm stupid? Pussy who you gonna fool with?
I pulled my own, now that it's fair, you say it's bulls***?
Sometimes I can't even believe you little speds,
Need a septic pump to get that **** out of your heads,
Especially dr eryk with his wordplay, do it right,
If Tyson got a stoning sentence, you still couldn't rock the Mike,
You pull this dumb crap all the time, I'm sick of it,
TheTruth don't lie and you're a motherf***in hypocrite
THIRD RAP
Get off the Reactine, and get yourself some Pfizer,
And my battery ain't dead b****, I'm the Energizer,
And my rhymes don't measure up? B**** please,
We'd be closer to eye-level if you got off your f***in knees,
Trade my job at Staples and my punches with no sorrow,
And get a job at Dick's cuz my rhymes are hard to swallow,
While you keep applying to LP's who don't even know your name,
But you should just sign with G-Unit cuz you got no Game,
Cuz I spit rhymes like poison, and take b*****s off the menu,
But you don't gotta worry, with all that Detox in you, <---
And I'm not too much for gambling, unlike most others,
The only thing I hit on the slot machine was your mother,
If we were gambling though, I'd have all the high cards,
So talk to Bruce Willis, cuz soon you're gonna Die Hard,
All this wordplay, you should know to back off pussy,
Got enough to take nine lives if you're bold enough to push me,
So after this, don't spit back, just move down South,
Now I know you're in shock, but just close your mouth,
I got a new hobby, owning eryk is my true passion,
TheTruth b****, rockin rhymes like a new fashion

Truth thinks he spits magic, but he's actually a gender illusionist/
can't get it through your thick head, for the last time I aint new to this/
last rap you spit, sunk. so i'll have to shoot you with a harpoon/
you couldn't pop ****, if i gave you a balloon/
saying you'll drop me like a bad habit, but bad habits are hard to drop/
you've been on the bottom this whole time, is that your definition of "on top"/
my rymes do more then just kill, they also raise the roof/
as good as you like to think, your rymes aint bullet-proof/
you could send in a demo, they won't play you though/
face it your too slow, even for "radio"/
I aint scared of you, you took it like a bitch when I slapped you and snatched your purse/
only thing you bring is new meaning to the prase "theTruth hurts"/
dont get me wrong, the truth does hurt. because your rymes are so hysteric/
your good at your wordplay, but the rest of it's generic/
stop rappin' cause your as fake as wayne brady/
back down in this battle, cause your defensless like a baby/
your a ghost, cause everyone sees through your ****/
you dont exist, your dead. "you were never here to begin wit"/
I have a pack of playing cards, and your the joker in the deck/
cause your as fake as john cena who wears a padlock around his neck
SECOND RAP
I'm not Reacting much, you still here like a bad allergie/ (reactine - allergie Medicine)
Killed you in my 1st rap, face it your a dead batterie/
you keep talking **** like you possessed by the devil/
your rap style at my waiste, meaning lyrically we'll never see at eye level/
how can someone like you say I dont follow a single rule/
battlin' a kid wit no balls, thats why you a master at pool/
you'll never be like B.I.G or pac cause for one, there not gay/
no chance in surviving this battle, not even if you pray/ (prey)
if you hit all sevens on a slot machine, still wouldn't be called a winner/
I come wit simlies, wordplay, metaphors and punches, all in all my styles limber/
you claim you rap on the streets, lemme remind you. Your a "wannabie"/
It's like you trying to push a building, your Lyrics dont move me/
Spitten ten bars is nothing, I can do this in my sleep/
I buried you wit my last rap, now your deeper than deep/
you can try get rid of me, but i'm like a nose bleed that's non-stop/
you'll choke in this battle, you'll wear the shoes of papadoc/
theTruth is retarded, every break is a slow lunch/
should work at staples, cause that's the only way your comin' with a whole punch / (hole punch- office supplies)
heres your ten bars truth, you~happy~now/
if we battled my way, you'd only slow~me~down
THIRD RAP
My rymes blind you, if you were swollen members you still couldn't watch this/
I did talk to Bruce Willis, He told me to take you as a Hostage/
Dont care if your the Engergizer, all batteries die sooner or later/
your mom wasn't the best, id give her a 2.5 if I had to rate her/
Dont know what "dicks" is, never heard of that gay ****/
you alone in this battle, you f*cking stray bitch/
you keep comin' wit wordplay, is that all you can do?/
you couldn't come wit punches, if a punchin'bag was right infront of you/
I could sign wit G-Unit, cause i'll be getting paid/
you an ant in this game, f*ck up your house and perform a raid/
I'll move down south, Instead of rippin' you head to feet, i'll rip you from feet to head/
I have a new hobby as well, making sure your gay crew is dead/
poor motherf*cker, Instead of sayin' you poor, you tell 'em you spent it/
your 20 bars couldn't touch me, I killed you. I in-ten-did/ (Intendend)
why'd you wanna battle me in the 1st place, must of really wanted to die/
another kid rock, i'll kill you and you'll be sayin' "only god knows why!"/
no one would miss you, only logic and twitch/
been f*ckin up so much, starting to think your brain has a glitch/
heres another ten bars, that well shut you up/
you could become a body builder, and still wouldn't be tough...//