professor
im so pretty and witty
thats why ur girl wit me
i got ur bitches on me like clothes
im always fuckin ur hoes
terrin' up ur flows
chrashing ur shows
even ur momma knows
im the illest
my crew is the realest
u say ur the illest
man please, get the **** outta here professor
Your rhymes are older then what's found by historians
I mean please, you ain't have any multi's, or punches
Only time you should rap is when you pack your kindergarten lunches
You would die today if rhymes controlled your fate
and you rep 3 area codes, or is that just yo mommas weight?
HAHAHAHA talk about wack you wanna battle
yo, if that battle is done then truth won, He came with all aspects of rap, wordplay meta's similies, and all proff came with is mutlties and some vocab, so i think truth won but if there is one more round then it could change, proff try come harder, and ya'll I'm goin' away for the weekend, so i'm out, peace ya'll.i'll be back tuesday,
tuesday.thats missions away lol
any1 wanna battle ?????????????
yo truth i was just playin you it was too easy
step into my lab
my vocab stabs
abs leaveing scabs
now lets talk word play
my verbal spray
shatters your vertabre
my metaphors equal gore
this is it there is no more
dont get sore or get bent out of shape
just cause everytime i rap you get bent over and raped
there is no escape
unlike shawshank
your battleship sank
you came ill equipped thanks
i have a full clip your shooting blanks
i shoot more comebacks then brianna banks
thats the facts
you armour cant withstand my verbal attacks
next time you battle me get off the crack
the truth is thirteen
a crack feen
not even a hasbin a never been
quit smoking brillow screens
my ill flow is unseen
like air
but you know its there
im your worst nightmare
like elm street
welcome to my realm of the elite
you say i got beat
well here's my meat
why you so stuck up
shut the fuc* up
trikstr why u gotta suck up
to every one who has skill
i'll have you killed
you are not ill
slit your throat with a bottle
filled with cyanide
causeing genicide
battleing me is suicide
you died
your fried like kentucy chicken
my rhymes are finger licken
like grapes ripe for the picken
how can you tell im real
i lie i steal
just to eat meals
im not about the deal
i batter you like veal
your fate sealed i won
still number 1
this is it im done
forever will be the smoking gun
im no longer the professor im the SMOKEING GUN peace
rate it if you want i dont care i know im better
thats what i thought after all your talk still no reply i win now lets here your rap about how im the best
yo wangsta your an idiot i come up with the best multies on the site
and everyone knows you dont even know what a multi is my worst area is word play but thanks to doc and dj there gettin better
kickycan
no man
lost in neverland
cmon peter pan
battle me
thatll be your dooms day
you gay
u like to play with dick
i say thats sick
a dropkick
to your optic
your saying stop it
i drop spit
like a tsunami
turn your brain to oragami
you racist like tommy hilfiger
you fuc*in wigger
your no nigga
if you were your dick would be bigger
than a toy trigger
haha
give you cock jaw
lock jaw
i have no flaws
im ominous
emaculent the way i diss
heres my ass give it a kiss
burn you to a crisp give you a lisp u wont live after this
the smokein gun is done
no one better none
i did this for fun
trickstr i want to battle lets do it
Yo, chill out. Some people have lives. I got things/women to do . You can't call a battle off after 3 hours...Pussy...
Prof can't take TheTruth so I'm back like Jordan,
Guess I gotta spit another for this whore then,
Callin your own battles, bitch suck it up,
You got merked last time, now Ima f*** you up,
Yo, this f***in dumbass isn't very smart, is he,
Like the kid who keeps knockin on my door when I'm gettin busy,
You're f***in annoyin, and a flat out liar,
I'll call you smoking gun cuz I set you on fire,
You wanna talk multies? The professor isn't passin,
Bitch, take TheTruth's exam while I test ya bitch's ass n
I'll use the front door too, and even the boobs man,
While she's tellin me how I go deeper than you can,
Come on man, this battle's been goin since Thursday,
So Ima tone down the multies and hit you with some wordplay,
Oh no, not this again, TheTruth is strong, he'll prevail,
You're like a stranded fisherman, you just can't raise the sails, (sales)
Wordplay's what I'm known for, now Ima present it,
The only place you'll ever get crowned is at the dentist,
I got the real crown, you can keep your false teeth,
Buy a couple little dogs, cuz then you'll have some Maltese, (multies)
You'll never beat me, theprofessor's no more,
Drop twenty in a row cuz that's the only way you'll score, (score = 20 of something)
This battle's finished, face it, your ass is done,
You can't get a single person to tell you that you won,
But don't worry, I don't want your shitty rap,
Instead of givin me that, just say "prof got pimp-slapped,"
Dude, listen to eryk and TrickstR, consider Twitch,
It must be hard to take it like a man when you're a little bitch.
smoking gun / professer you wanna battle me ???? why although full well you know your gnna kill me ???
yo professor u say i dont know what a multi is well listen hear Ayo,
Next time Flo, play hookie, this rookie couldn't get nookie
If he played lookie find the cookie with six dicks and a parapalegics pussy
Don't push me, your just a little tyke don't bring baby **** to a battle
Wipe your pool of drool, get a bib, trade your mic for a rattle
Yo, I spit pollination insted of precipitation, my mic sprouts flowers
The only drops in your chops are your daily mouth's golden showers
Your outta time, starving for decent rhymes like a worldwide famin
I'll feed Fam Man Miricle Whip from my blood engorged mayonaisse cannon
I'ma sick twisted son of a bitch that rhymes too quick
Like when your girl says damn Flo 2 minutes and your dick went?...****!
Wait, Flo shhhh... keep quiet, you need to think before you speak
Or at least take a breath mint cause damn homie your pussy stinks
Next time don't hurry the infiltration, wait and buy some Cynic stock
Don't worry you can blame this battle on miscalculations or writer's block
Your rhyme was an infection of aggression so don't question this last lesson/
Save your possessions for a steroid injectionn cuz I've seen bigger balls in my BB collection
YO THIS IS FOR PROFFESSER/SMOKEY GUN W.E H CAKKS HIMSELF NOW yo no disrespect or nothing proff and that was jokez that rap to that prick wit the gangster pic so here it goes...
You're dripping sweat, coming hard on your neck
As I flow and grow from head to toe
Seeking a style like John Mcenroe
im dissing 'em all, serving them wit the mic stand
Like Prince and Michael coming out wit a big band
The crowd is loud, you can pay as tech manager
Run wit the money, I pull the trigger and damage ya
Boom, taking life more serious
I may sound lyrical and very mysterious
Rhymes are grip tight, no grams to kill more
A son of Sam, how could I begin more
Grabbing the mic, you see the dark and shadows
You're in living hell, the funk, pound to pound
The funk ignited, hands are writing, brains dividing
I'm coming out in sighting
Like I'm Blackula, a better man that Dracula
Spectacular and not irregular
In fact you are speaking impopular
Rhymes are moved and you can't be stop wit the
Beat as it goes to the rhyme that flows
Like a coke in a straw burning up in your nose
That's a bad habit, stepping out on stage one
Drop the mic, come and turn to page one
Look at the master, my range is higher
My lyrical burns, your brain's on fire
Ripping out your flesh im dire
a transgressor you need to hire
My abilites you should admire
Cos its what you reqire
to the youngins i inspire
Your **** stinks worse than your mum fishy crack
Here at least havva tic tac
As i inspire im rhyming like 2pac
but now im waiting for this bitches desperate reply
Yo mctricstr, your **** was alright, but I bet it took all night
Your a microphone virgin but MY shits all tight
Wanted to put your name out, so you wrote a full verse
Think blackholes are bad? My rapping pull is worse
Its a battle board, for all ya'll who's crying & bitching
You think your bad cause your left some **** that was written
Stop spitting, cap some diapers to stop the shitting
Cause when it comes to rhymes this whole webpage Im ripping
Making it short, got no time to rhyme lengthy
Still want some battle raps, check it son I got plenty
Just tempt me, and write a comeback if you dare
Im so fresh, Im charging freestyles a fare
Yo mctricstr, your **** was alright, but I bet it took all night
Your a microphone virgin but MY shits all tight
Wanted to put your name out, so you wrote a full verse
Think blackholes are bad? My rapping pull is worse
Its a battle board, for all ya'll who's crying & bitching
You think your bad cause your left some **** that was written
Stop spitting, cap some diapers to stop the shitting
Cause when it comes to rhymes this whole webpage Im ripping
Making it short, got no time to rhyme lengthy
Still want some battle raps, check it son I got plenty
Just tempt me, and write a comeback if you dare
Im so fresh, Im charging freestyles a fare
wangster
i always make my 1st spit **** so its easy for people to spit back and then i just flip em and that took me about 5 mins to do not even tht
wangster man you think too much of yourself bruv and yeah ima microphone virgin and if your **** is all tight and your gd on a mic then get of this site and go do auditory simple as
just stop spittin this garbage please read ya flows then think
this group doesnt have the mantality to battle nsynce
im sick of this LT someone help me ya are nuttin but industry
so please dont go dissin me or else ya will be history
your like a tape in a vcr your bout to get ejected
you are a fake thug in the streets hopin not to get detected
and even if you had doe by women you would still get rejected
plus no woman wants a dick that looks dyslexic
u are a new kid on the block just freshmen im a senior
i get wrapped around women ya dicks get wrapped around ya fingers
just stop spittin this garbage please read ya flows then think
this group doesnt have the mantality to battle nsynce
im sick of this LT someone help me ya are nuttin but industry
so please dont go dissin me or else ya will be history
your like a tape in a vcr your bout to get ejected
you are a fake thug in the streets hopin not to get detected
and even if you had doe by women you would still get rejected
plus no woman wants a dick that looks dyslexic
u are a new kid on the block just freshmen im a senior
i get wrapped around women ya dicks get wrapped around ya fingers
