Neverending Rap Battle

im walking cos there aint nothin more borin than watchin myself do all the scorning and seein all emcees aborting as a responce to what my mind is drawing, but there aint no drawing this. i am this games bliss

yo im down for battleing anyone lets go

theres no restriction in my ryhmes in times of death non fiction is all you have left dieing and death what the **** are you deaf you dont listen im hell bent on a mission sent from hell for dissen rip open your eardrums an throw my fists in your missing the point after this you be missin some joints about to take the rest fakes break inside of there chests no heart to support your breast i'll wait for a retort but youll come up short like e d i'll wait for you to drop a cd but the only thing you drop is fiscies i can't stand when a bitch acts like a man the fact is you an all these fakes fall into lakes your just waiting for your big break it will happen when a anvil lands on your head snappin your spine your dead listen to every line ive said youve been hated degrated decimated lyrically castrated and decapitated

ill battle u professor

man y u even steppin 2 da stage
u rap like an old man u ova age
ur annoyin like a buzzin bug
n ur rap career is movin slower den a slug
blud u callin me a fake
u da loser hu watches ricki lake
now im hot like da candles on a cake
n im gon roast u like sunday stake
cuz u an embarresment to the game i shud giv u a slap
wen u spit ur **** u dont even get a clap
my rhymes r sharp dey'll slit ur throat
mess wid me ill leave u lyin on a sinkin boat
your ryhmes r lyrically weak dey dont affect Mc Risky
ill **** u up like im bruce lee
now let me turn dis up a knotch
so u can jus cotch
now stay sittin down cuz im makin dese people laugh like a clown
n u da joke
now choke

you thought you can even compete im the best on the site im makeing tracks right now and im sending my material to some lable's im actually doing something cause i know i can make it



when i cuss
im curious
i rhyme fast and furious
like a burning rage
Risky when you learn to write a page
you can fight my gauge
im over age at 7ven teen
i'll rip your spine out through your spleen
my rhymes climb out of the computer screen
as you claw and scream
like a horror movie scene
your a clown but im a comic
my nouns are atomic
my sound is sonic
my tounges bionic
made of metal molecules
my mental tools
use instrumentals fuels
that cause your synapses
to go into relapse
and collapse
close your traps
my raps leave you comatose when my gums flap
the reason im not on the map
is cause im the globe
holding a sickle wearing a black robe


we need judge's rate please

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you got roasted proffesor

mc risky could beat you havin a wristy, your words a twisty but have no "hits" G/ your vocabulary is far too big for your imagination/ I mean come on half your **** don't even have explanations!/ there was a couple of words used in the wrong context/ were you writing that offle pist on becks?/ go analyse your scribe like a good proffesor/ and then come back and we can see if you measure!/

a proffesor rhyme:

Im an incistion that is ripping through your mind and vision/
Leavin you tripping as me and time make you listen/
killin you cats like kittens/
no one is as ill as me or what ive written/
Im a sillouette that regrets nothin or no one/
a shadow that lets through no sun/
I would show you my gun/
but I know you will run/
I blow emcee's like yo fo fun/
Rising through knives and blades/
I am what my nine lives have made/

SHUT UP. You brag about label's, brag when your poetry with no substance flops.

Lay a rap down and see what happens proffesor

**** it trikstR, I don't take kindly to anyone dissin' me, you know that, so here it is, just to make things even!

I've seen you when you were nothin', it's like i'm your dad the way i've seen you evolve
but in my eyes your small, just like sugar in hot coffee that's how fast you'll dissolve
you really are TrikstR, makin' us all think on some level you hard, clown!
when the reality of it all is you couldn't hit me if I let my guard down
cause I'll slay you & your right hand man, after you who's left
trik doesn't know he's tryin' to take on a guy who laughs at the face of death
keep my name out your mouth, you know what happens everytime you diss me
for those who don't know, he bust shots aimed to hit me but miss me
but I'll **** you up one more time, this well be the last time you face me
this pathetic punk practicly crys to miss B sayin' "I think he hates me"
you like dominoes trik, they way i'm layin' you down four times in a row
if you don't think I have game, ask your girl hannah she knows
imma get you held up! wait, your hands were already cuffed
my battle wins keep goin' up, i know it's crazy but I can't get enough
you'll never beat me trick, cause I know what your capable of
they way your bitchin' in your raps, you could pass off for a chick on metapause
and I aint talkin' about gloves when I say I'm so hot I have hot-paws
can't believe you guys think he's good, ya'll know he's the master at Bitin'
a 14 year old british guy, you gotta be jokin' if you think i'm frightened
quit forcin' your lame punchlines, cause there startin' to sound played
you really need a life if you spend 4 hours on each rap, that's a sign to get laid
you could drive a Red [range] Rover and still couldn't push me
say my name agian, i'll be forced to shove a tampon in your mouth, cause you a soft pussy.

don't even try trick!

and another think trick, don't ever say I procrastinate my raps. and one more thing your makin' your self look bad they way you disect your own raps!....

eryk procrastinate his raps
oopps

and eryk man....dont even try fukking threatining me man lmao **** it aint working o is the part where im sposed to be scared....o another thing i dont bite my ******* raps and im gnna absoloutely mow your ass down bro!!!!!

lol aright trik, don't know if you can take me, this well be my 4 win agianst you, and seein' as you can't take these cats on this site, don't see how you can take me.. cause your gooin' down hill.

What now after a couple of WKDs, all you mc's have forgot about Peti, thats unacceptable, im intellectual, hetrasexual, my talents are actual, so dont come at me, my mind is factual, strip you into peices, til your stripped like stringy cheeses, im finally over with my break, now lets see which mc im gonna take

no blud da reezon u ant on da map
is cuz ur rhymes r complete crap
wile ill b bustin my new era cap
u still b shoppin for gap
im Mc Risky ill com at u like a bullet bang bang
wen u battle me ur b wishin da u didnt rap but u sang
cuz my rhymes scar n kill
n it ant ova till i serve u like a bar n grill
u actin bad tryin 2 b Big Pun
but wen i com at u i c u prayin likin a nun
u a shook little thing i bet u ant neva even held a gun
da onli reezon ur ryhmes com out da computa screen
is cuz da so stupid dere ashamed dat dey'll b seen
so u shud jus giv up n go home
cuz u da past now im da future
soon u wont even pass as a amateur
how u da best on da site
ur rymes r complete shite
i rite betta things wile im sleepin at nite
cuz wen u drop ur lyrics dey ant no scare
im da person u fear in ur biggest nightmare
cuz im in a different class
if u need help yh jus ask
y u need da judges ratin
hus da winner dont need no debatin
so step bak a minute
cuz dis a battle rap n u ant gonna win it
so u no dis show was ova b4 it even begun
cuz i was always da 1 holdin da gun
n u knew u were gonna get gunned
now u standin dere u jus bin bunned

yo peti mc ill battle u if u want 2 battle me
u go first

THIS GUY DIDNT BEAT ME WHO U KIDDIN

DOC RATE IT
TRIKSTR U 2
AND WOULD YOU GUYS SHUT UP SLIPPERZ IM GONNA MURK HIM AN RISKY
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im fuk*ing fantastic
your fuk*ing plastic
suckin dick thats sick
step to me u get your asskicked
weres youre heart
be smart
raps and art
your craps on retail at k-mart
im a verbal battle axe
i rail a gram of anthrax
then drop tracks
i keep flowin through heart attacks
my lyrical assault catapults catastrophes
useing your minds a philosophy
use your heart its my prophecy
yea risky your an amature
wait till you mature
im like death no cure
i just dont quit
i bust a script
with my cuss spit
turn u to dust with one hit of it
your unfit to battle me
im a real mc
the master of ceremony
im in a position of transition
between tradition and eager ambition
i have infinite ammunition
this is another street rendition
you get beat when im dissen
shut the fuk up and listen
i hold pistols like the mid west
you dont have a bullet proof chest
your bloods blessed when its floods from your breast
i confess im not better im the best
your rotten sweater is covered in maggots and pests
you fukin faggot you shouldnt procreate
when i cast hate
metaphorically castrate
it will fell like pissen glass plate
you wanna talk class i teach
through rap i preach
thoughts and speach
you sound like you were drowned in bleach
but your trying to be brown
what goes up must come down
what goes around comes around
your body will be lost and not found
tossed in the ground
you need material watch the news
my spit sticks like glue
i win u loose
i already won
i like my enemy's like my steak well done
didnt you know im the smoking gun

Professor, i look like i was dipped in bleach/ you look like a whale thats tipped and beached/ **** ya sheets, cos you know this misfit's bout to hit with heat/ ya gonna miss your sleep/ cos everytime ya close ya eyes this guys gonna swiftly leap/ i aint there though, your imagination just lets me speak/ like i paint a picture with these words that quickly defeat/ my heat instantly melts you like a jackson cremation/ gets you screaming hot, like ya under magnefication/ burn ya so you no longa look like an average caucasian/ all you can do is spit glue like its all masturbation/ well if your a wanker than i thank ya, for lettin me be the one that hangs ya/ thats what i do to these pussy zoo landas'/ and would ya compact all that stack of crap that you written/ no one wants too see it let alone listen!/

professor you are murk spelt backwards... crumb.. . ... .go on, crumb me. ha.

yo proff I'd rate it, but your stucture is wierd bro...
word play: I know what this is
metaphors: I know what this is too.
triplacite's: What the hell is this?
punches: I know
switch ups: Kinda know.
favorite: Covered
winner: ? dont' know yet.