Neverending Rap Battle

the truth is contridicted
the pain i inflicted
leaves your actions restricted
im quick to get rid of the remains
put the large portions of blood down the drain
cover the rest with bleach stains
you lie
u die when the rhymes multiply
you cry like a virgin
with a dick purge in
im the sedistick surgeon
when your this sick the skill emerges
its hard to kill your urges
yo i know you like dick
you said mike give me head give it a lick
i side you disease infested std tested
when you were a kid you got molested
faggot im the best thats what i said
dont you get it
im not sympatheic
my symptoms leave you needing a medic
unable to breath thats pathedic
im real
your the type to squeal
i steal to survive
you surrender to a knive
after a bender im lucky im still alive
ive lived on the streets
youve never held a heat ive been beat but never admitted defeat
emmited skeet
into your esophagus
you faggots cant cuss
cant bust
i cant trust im to paranoid
leave your mind paralax an void
my attacks destroyed civilization
heres a lil information for you queers
ive been doing flow formations for years
the united nations fear i might write fight society
i wanna see riots in the streets
from all variety's
if you think a faggot with pink
who's favorite band is nysnc
with no dink
could have me extinct
use your instincts step in to my labratory
give you a labotomy stab you gorey
commitin mental sodomy
you talk about the president
the your not even a resident of the states
i was ment to infiltrate the devils gates
your create bullshit
your full of it
heres a dick youll love it
well you sell cron
i rise through the ranks to mafia don
spit lyrical shanks till reality dawns
your all brawns no brains
you make me yawn i rip through veins
im like an acid trip that makes u go insane
here this is it remember each script
remember my speach my spit
the words i spray are infinite
explicit and intricit
in jus sick with it
sick like a clitorous infected with sipholus
im a recidicist
slit your wrist
double fist your piss hole
this diss is the way i flow
never slow always fast
kiss my ass
your the past im the new
im true unlike you
i stick like glue
my names mike fuc*k u

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

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.