Neverending Rap Battle

your nothin but a wannabe bi*ch come up with real material not some **** you read off a cereal box

that **** was tite as mutherfukers yall got served my man professor here will rip up the mic hes a fuckin genius

respect prof

Ah yo detox,
your like chicken pox,
you only ever on once,
then you **** off to a new cu*t,
go run off a response,
mayb you can win for once,
but i doubt it with my punch,
i'll have you throwing up your lunch,
and the professor dont need his ass kissed,
he straight man so **** off and get pissed,
and dont have me put your name on my list,
mayb other mc's could handle it but for you it too big a risk,

proffesor has a walkin frame n a ball n chain, whilst im waltzin down the hall of fame/ walk in shame, you n ya crew are all the same/ you are all to blame for the maggots and faggots that distort this game/ your the horse and im the reigns as i take you down a trott along memory-lane/ remember my name when your records rott starvin/Im more notorious than the dictator bin laden/ your "dick-takin' and im laughin as i leave two sides off ya head partin/ "sharpen" ya pencil and "light" up ya wit/ cos this "stab" in the "dark" could make you fit/ submit...

mc slip, dnt trip over stuff you cant spit/ stabbin people in the dark, you wouldnt be good at it/ your about as on fire as a burnt out cigarette/ i hope you got something more or is this as good as you get?/ what hall of fame you in? you chattin away in a forum/ thinking your the **** but u aint! fuckin moron/ you just a bitch the ball and chain belong to your gimp outfit/ lets see how good you are and type back some ****

when i post a reply
you become comatose an die
like flying with wax wings to high in the sky
my rhymes soar
in times of gore
i produce more than a 60d year old whore
i told you before that im not yet at my pinnacle
im sinnacle
sins kill welcome to sinville
its my home
crack your dome
with the back of my chrome
use your common sense
no ones more intense
with a gore sentence
lets use a vocab
in my vocal lab
i create abs that cant be stabbed
there made of steel
my blade peels your flesh how does it feel
i make you squeal like drag wheels
you'll know how a fag feels in bed
from his head to toes he's bled
im all about gore and bloodshed
but thats not all
the battle of gods fall
i'll be in that fight
turning day to a burning night
wrong becomes right
darkness consumes the light
dont panic
i maybe a manic skitzophranic
but im not satanic
man im just sick
fuc*in sedististic
you bi*ches need to quit wearing lipstick
i'll hit your lips quick
with a script thats cryptic
encrypted with a code
that causes your tounge to erode
when my thoughts explode
your skull implodes
from pressure
the best here
the fuc*in professor

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yo peti-file go lick proffesors baby winky/ and whilst ya there jump up n down like a slinky/ ya tryin to injure me with with ya stings when im the bee/ ya heads so big i will suffocate it with ya mums double d/ dont trouble me n try to muscle me cos i hate cleanin up after a killin spree/ your like the little 5 foot side kick, that just agrees with what the doc spits/ i see you fakes like i spot clits/ and will leave you mouth runners with squashed lips/ you cant even paint a picture with your raps/ but ya still keep running like ya fuc.ked taps/

is anyone gonna battle me anymore

Aw sorry ms slipperz, u talking a rap battle to heart, you let your feelins get into this, you'll get tearn apart, not once did i complament the doc, nor did i metion your love affair with your own cock, your fantasys have got to stop, you watch gay porn til you feel a pop, this peti file is taken pictures of your hoe, too bad she aint getting enough dough, when she with me she a diferent person, she shared your secret that your a 40 year old virgin, the closest you have got to a pussy, is when you fingered your mamma while she held you loosely,

yo id battle you proff if ya want but were like real cool an all so just spit at me 1st and i'll hit back aight
peace bro

anyone wanna battle? you spit first

THIS RAP IS TO ALL YA'LL RAPPERS WHO THINK YA'LL TIGHT, AIGHT I MEAN EVERY SINGLE 1 OF YOU...............
CHECK IT....

''Rappers''welcome to the UK's finest's pathology,/ you faggets know less about ''goin deep'' lyrically, and more about sodomy/
all you want to do is follow me cus theres no other way to bother me,/
your rhymes are weaker than Bush's excuse, "we keeping these debts to protect our economy/
unlike 'game'I don't need 300 bars/
i can beat these 'retards' in 3bars/
one punch'll make them see stars/
they're soft, its only when they see boys that these fa*gs soldier go real hard/(soldier-dick)
I come to battle but ur verses seem more like a peace march/
ur'll never win a beef-thats y ur talents look n feel starved/
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dissing & personal & multies time
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I'm a practical-vitriolical-vocal under high-light blindin ur eye-sight/
I'm a logical-symbolical-local,make it so u'll reach ur twi-light/
emcee truth-perpetrates-weakly n masterbates-sickly like a psychopath/
Dr_eryk-Procrastinates-his Crap while Forealz-amalgamates-the raps/
^^^^^^^^^^^^
weak bitches ya punche's 'neva-land' like ranching at jackson's house/
now take me to your leader,and ill leave that bitch 'T-bagged' like im dropping my sack in mouth's/
ur facts-is-bluffs, talkin like u black-n-stuff/
i'll leave ya in a plastic-stuffed if u think that u cats-is-tough/
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snap your rip-cage with rage, like telecommunication dis-engage necks they homosexual thats why ya'll are all 'Under-Dawgs'/
in verbal wars, i callibrate- vertebrates, dont hesitate, dis-intigrate baits to the core,enforce before they bring out sore- pores/
designate ya imparticular waste, make u kiss punches with haste,smak-ur-face adore and bow to the floor before-my-door/
play u like words, erase all meetin- dates, re-incarnete verbal lords, hit u with my fore-arm before i strangle-your-corpse/
so you can call me a phantom, rhymes disregard gravity and blow u to saturn, you aint worth ransom, im spittin bombs-with-venom/
Underdogs cant approach me proper, cauze you'd be layin in the hospital with a doctor, you Bitches aint hard just a replica-imposter//
Im the Vannaca drop from-a-chopper, u failed-to-prosper, drop ya anchor, battery standin 100 miles away watchin me with- Binoculars//
bitches ill leave-ya-nervous, u dissin me is hilarious, use a shovel to dig your grave, embezel-the-medal, caution,cause you pebbles elevate by obsevin-me/
rebel-like-pegasus,everybodys curios how u die goin versus-us,u delirious im glorius,u aint on my level, like dust i let you settle,spit helium,wishin u beat-me u aint serious/---------------------------------------------------------
punches :evil
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You fake rappers ain't real
like you switched and gone pop/
Non-stop cuz when I drop, I'll be on top
Selling more hot **** then a ******* pawn shop/

Flat-out, You can't contest to the words I just spat-out/
I'm quick to pull my gat out, aiming straight at your chest/
yo I was born wit a mic - it is fate i'm the best/

is a major factor, yall fake/
like u stagin actors, TriK's great/
its all fate ima mow you down/
im lookin for 'breaks', and i dont wanna slow down/
the smoke that i blew was sess/
the weed that i break up looks blue and red/
green gold and purple oh damn!/
more colors then u got on ur computers paint pro-gram/

STARTING OF A LIL SOFT...CHECK IT OUT... HIT BACK ANY 1 OF YOU
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i respect the fact that you are using metaphores and wordplay in your rhymes. its the only way if you want to be someone with skills and not an uneducated bum, keep it up.

he knows who he is.

come on im not wasting my skills with this amateur "pop", "cock" "stop" ****. hoe, doe? you gotta have punches to hurt

nice 1 slipperz
respect man

PETI MC YOU LIL BITCH
CHECK IT DAWG..

u lick-dicks for quick-spits, u could have diahrea and still not drop sum sick-****//
like mixin drugs I 'speed'-up-lines, 'clockin' these kids in the face to stay a-'head'-of-time//
this fagit never said-it-fine, yall bout to 'go back' like the need to edit-rhymes//
quit ya bitchin, im on a mission with my trigga finga itchin, i wont show u 'relief' so dont try to 'pitch-in'//
u couldn't rip spits if i split ya lips-in-half, last time u hit tyte **** u were stickin dicks-in-ass//
u wouldn't flow sharp if u pissed-in-glass, u better check where ya 'HEAD'-in cuz i be shippin-hats//
**** why am i wasting lyric's on this WASTE!//
fu*ck it dawg mouth again and you'll get the full taste//

Oh so theres a gang bang crew after me now, time to get the brits out like we did in the south, trikstr i didnt understand a word you just said, as far as your education goes its not in your head, i'll write normally so you can copy and paste, if your just like your mother i've already had the full taste, and slipperz nice work on spotting words i use, if im the amateur at least im not afraid to loose, i dont care for excuses, i squash you fruits into juices, and come at me any day, cause you cant **** with the I R A

I procrastinate? wtf, I really don't want to have to battle you agian, and beat you agian. so just keep my name oout of your raps from now on, other than that, tight rap.

u english **** go drink ur cup of tea
u aint got **** on me
cuz u cant see
ur just a half ass mc
u never gonna be as good as me
i got u beat to a high degree

i may be a beginner
but im still eating u shits 4 dinner