Neverending Rap Battle

joker aka gangster, nigga make up your mind
im pretty sure its the first cuz, HI meet your maker
try to get on me oh no thats a mistake
ill **** on all these niggas like i collect skrill in rakes
who got cakes? call me fat stacks cuz i got what it takes
now see here lil joker this aint no game of poker
'sides if it was, youde probly need a broker
im servin fat game like you couldnt imagine
little boy i can talk cats off a fish wagon
or i could ask for mo' ice at a high price
then **** on you just twice
man im that nice. game is my merchandice
i grind rhymes like bass rocked in 89'
lacin lil rookies like you and gettin em ready for shady times
theres not shady lines
youre guaranteed to love it
since i got so much of it, its gon' cost to dub it
so git yo skrilla, scratch, fatty, capital and mail
an' holla at me, I got game for sale
All you haters jock me cuz im dope when i be flowin
suckas try to stop me but i honk and keep on goin
im really not the type who trys to battle little squares
kick it with the riches 50 rich cuz im a playa

ohh yea mystic u bak I havent heard u rap in awhile

dawg not even half yo **** be flowin
atleast u stopped by too be showin
I'm from Camden and Philly
dawg u probably in a big ass house
wit no fukn running mouse
N dawg it ain't from yo money
u ain't got no honey
I'm a beast
nd dawg u dont wanna see me be released
I'm the game nd the fame
nigga u the one to blame
ill put u to shame
I pull out my glock
right on the clock
I leave u left on the block
U still bleedin
u feel ashame tryin to get tht last peice of weed in
dawg u got to stay to the track
yo rhyms are wack
This ain't no weezy rap
I hate tht crap
dey be using him as information
but yo wanna be ass needs to get translation
yo **** dont flow
u cant even grow
bak in 89?
nigga how old u 82
wishing u had some 22's
n dawg u ain't no 50 rich
nigga yo finished I put u in a ditch
Wit yo fukn dead bitch
nigga u ganna need the broker
nd it ain't ganna be from no poker
its ganna be from yo choker
nigga u saw my glock right on clock
now u get to see my 9 right on time
my 9 be shinnin
while u be wining
dawg u done
u better run
this isn't fo fun
I just pulled out my gun
but u wouldn't kno
nigga u dead fo sho

LISTEN UP YOU BITCH
ur takin ****,but u aint got no click
but i do,i also got my gat and my clip
drop ur ass in a bodie bag and ZIP
cause ur dead to me
and dead to all real Gs
cant u see, ur a fake ass rapper
u'd do way better as a dance tapper
iam on a role and iam ballin
ur rolen down the hill and fallin
all ur boys see my click and there stallin
cause we got the glocks
and we will pop off
once we start we aint gonna stop
cause iam the **** and iam at the top
but u dont under stand cause i'll pop off and watch the blood land
iam staning right here do something
so u step back and take a swing
i'd duck that ****,like it was in the script
u can keep comin back and rap
cause i rip ur ass up in a snap
take aout the gat and clap


PEACE BOY

Is that all you got? Is that your best shot?
****'s weak man, lemme lay out the plot,
Starts out with my snipers plannin' the shot,
That will get your ass caught. Boom, bang, another hard fought-
Life ended. Listen to this message I'm sendin',
Stop rhyming, you sound like a fuckin' cow dying,
Makin' babies cry and mothers commit suicide.

You're white too? Bitch your life's through.
Me and the Wolf Pack send you to Walakazoo.
Hit the shot with bazookas, missles, and tanks too,
Unorthodox training and military foolproof.
Cut your body up, leave it in the muddy sloo,
Act like when the cops come that we had nothin' to do-
With this tragic passing of yet another wack rapper,
End your family too with the point four-five clappers.
Ain't a rapper like you who think they can test me,
I got PhDs in wordology and advanced weaponry,
Try to mess with me and you'll float with sardines and seaweed.

Your grammar is hysterical, word flow...terrible,
You even trying to rap is at least...dareable.
Claimin' you're from the east man, you've seen the struggle,
Anything you've been through man, I've gone through double.
A white boy coming through the ranks, not once did I stumble.
No stopping, I kept my head high and humble,
Unlike your bitchass, who the **** are you trying to hustle?
Spitting at random with your degenarate rhymes,
****'s a crime, I'ma lock you up for a long time.
So your packing a nine, ready to shoot at the drop of a dime?
I doubt that, Philly boy is as straight as a line.
Acting rough, acting tough, **** man your best isn't enough.
Talking huff, talking puff? Bet you've never smoked the stuff.
Hell, you've probably never even seen a pair of handcuffs-
Except the ones on Cops, you know on your 72 inch plasma screen stuff?
Don't even got any problems 'cept you've been diagnosed with asthma,
Overweight, obese, cleanin' his whole damn dinner plate.
Goes to school to get education, but skips the **** for relations-
With girls who don't give a **** cause they've fucked the whole nation.
And by the way, you're a disgrace to this whole ******* rap nation,
You're finished, you're over, next stop: coroner's station.

yo i dun really rap abour myself, but ima hit it anyways see how it go!..
here it iss.


yo......yo.....YO

I bring these words out murderously Crazy!
Idividulas Universly steppin in this diversity bravery!!
This whole universe lyrically machanically bombed!
Guns drawn in a fight they aint strong!
Im a ghetto thug reppin a bloods colour!
Vison clearly of me makes people wonder!
I holla back lightning an Shout thunder!
The devil brought me to earth for one reason!
To believe in this method that people dreamiin!
They sleepin an im rappin ya'll creamin!
Hanging from rope in my basement screamin!
YA'LL, miss believin i roll these streets misstreated!
Unleaded cuz i will unload this rock!
Pop out this glock an shoot up the blocks!
Aint no stop, drop, an roll when you on fire, its hot!
Copped back to oldiest his aint boy band this is hip hop!
For you all yellin out emo **** killin this kill that!
Im on a spinnin session cuz i kill this an murder cats!
You cats aint really rappers!
Talkin about pullin clips out an wrappers!
Pappers rollin blunts ....Whats faker??
No one know how it like to be a ''Gangsterrr''!
Juss dead leaves lyin in a pile staiker!
I'll be the king ,blow all yo niggas im the raker!
Grim reaper, devils brother could kill ya!
Spill yo blood watch it squirt above ya!
I wont walk up an shove ya , i Throw one punch blasters!
Nothin faster , i'll brake through brick wall an it would make it shatter!
....Seeee? yo does that line sound real?
Naw its juss some **** i think about on this deal!
I got a steel pipe ready to drop needles!
Like your arms are my dick size with no feedle!
Riddle thymes be shakin im so high juss blazed!
Cook right out my mind im so dazed!
But im so amazed how some of you rap!
I still dont think you can beat me if was like that!
Nothin aint eva stronger then this!
Cuz i'll murder kids will juss A diss!
No fist i put them down in emotion!
Controllin minds like they losin promotions!
Explosion like explode detination!
Your whole city down in my Vocal CommAdation!
Im spittin acid like a snake you melted!
Strapp yo ass up , cut you an belted!
Dont worry none of my otha patiemts felt it!!!
So **** all ya'll i just Delt iT!

Im loosin my buzz to this hurten written rap!
So holla back, lil puppies come say hi to Dad!!!!
HAHAH... Ktown. thugs motive!....KING!

thats was tight.
respect . .mystik..

ok ok ok

Yea I'm from the east
but I'm a fukn beast
yea I have struggled
man but wen u say u have been through double
u make me fukn laugh I bet u never even got introuble
dawg u think ive never seen a pair of handcuffs
u make me sound like a rich boy
with all the toys
but nigga the only toy I had wuz a gun
Ill bet u I can make u run
u might think its fo fun
but wen I pull out my gun
and u see how straight I aim
ur ganna find out who's the real game
dude I'm a begginer
maybe even a future winner
u think ive never did crack
man ur so fukn wack
stay to the track
yo startin to lack
I bet u never even saw a glock
nigga u still throwing rocks
I bet u never even ran from a cop
u would get dropped
yea ur right I'm white
but Ill put up a fight
ill kick yo ass tonight
u think u can beat me
ima end it like this u nuttin but a wanna be

Who are you calling a nigga? I'm white as white can be.
Always had a gun? Man you're a fuckin' G...
But, you see you really don't compare to me,
It'll take an army of 600 just to equal me.
Come to my street and get bust up with some heat.
We carry launchers and mortars, that **** you've never seen.
It's desert warfare out here, not the motherfucking east,
Take four steps on my block and your ass'll be deceased.

speaking of pipes
u can put in it weed
smoke it like me
no i will smoke u
chew u then spit u
cause u cant rap or mc
like me
remember me
sparker D
want me to spell it out
listen up ever1 i will give it a shout
S
P
A
R
K
E
R
D
yes that is me

the **** is blue
no...yoi cry! coot

and coyote

wtf r u talkin about man?

sparker D? what a fukin joke!
u an asshole n i dont mean to provoke,
but u juss a joker B,
more jokerfied then my joker G,
u can leave cant u see,
u aint needed here, it aint yo family tree,
talkin about smokin, i'll giv u the bud,
i do smoke, dint i say i cud?
am only 12 yrs, but i do sum gud,
while peepz like you stil think u in the hood,
but naaawww bitch naw i dont like it,
gotta drink on you? let me spike it?
i kno your a loser but i aint psychic,
i know your name its sparker D,
but bitch arent you feelin me,
cuz bitch i'ma sit u on my knee,
n tell you how it be,

nowlisten carefully cuz these are the rules,
you got 2 follow it like we do in schools,
i know you wantin it but stop the drools,
n let me spit with my lyrical tools,

1. dont fuk with the monarchs, chickster nor hustla,
2. if u do I'LL make u a fake ass busta,
3. ur crap but i think u might've sussed that,
4. i'll tie you up n in the bin i'll chuck you,
5. now you gotta fukin leave b4 errybody **** you!

Yo u mo fo…
Once upon a midnight dreary,
while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping,
suddenly there came a rapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "Rapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter,
when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
Little’s the good to sit and grieve
Because the serpent tempted Eve.
Better to wipe your eyes and take
A club and go out and kill a snake.
But if you prefer, as I suspect,
To philosophize, why, then, reflect:
If the cunning rascal upon the limb
Hadn't tempted her she'd have tempted him.
Coz The cow is of the bovine ilk;
One end is moo, the other; milk.

who is this tudor idiot?

Fun-Da-Mental dudzz
I'm Yoda, i'ma soldja
I'll mold ya then i'll fold ya
I thought I told ya …
Dont b unwise judge meknot by my size
U won't believe your eyes
Watch the x-wing rise!
SpIt ArTiSt, y u bein a playa hater?
You know that i still must confront lord vader
Theres a2k where theyre keepin my crew
a jedi's gotta do what a jedi's gotta do
so SpIt ArTiSt, i'm CoMiN’ for U
Impressive huh, now release your anger
You mustve sensed that ur in danger
Ohhh, y wud u slice off my hand?
It's imperative that u understand
Obi-wan wud never bother
To tell the truth about yo father!
Then there's something i must reveal then.
i'm your father, i'm your father
i'm your father, i'm your father
knock him out the box yoda knock him out
knock him out the box yoda, knock him out…

ok ok yo white
good good u can put up a good fight
man u think I can't survive on yo block
man u guys still be throwing rocks
but when I pull out my glock...
yo white g's will stop
u think I can't survive on yo block but I bet yo boys will drop
I'm not scared wut u telling me ain't making me scared
u think I care
U think an army of 600 equals you
that's cool still ain't scared of you
I walk the streets every day
I dont get no hip hip horray
U see my city on the news every night
here about all the gang fights
ill kick yo crews ass
down in the fukn grass
my gang against yours
dawg u won't even make it u will have to do yo choirs
ur gang won't last
It will just take one lil blast
ima true blood
I always were red
even when I'm in bed
u can use ur lil launcher
all u r is a fukn taunter
I got people from the Italian mafia
the black mafia
dawg u dead I run Brooklyn, queens, Bronx, Camden and west Philly
all of theses people dont got a problem chopping off ur willy
u think its all silly
but I can have ur street wiped out
And u can pout and shout
Yea u got yo airsoft guns and your paintball nades
and u still owing a wage

Sparker D , you aint never smoke the weed
aint never seen rhyme like this! , make your eyes bleed
cause your viens to explode , heart stops beating
blunt force trauma , guess ya got a good beating
bitch its battle of the titans , best of the best
bitch if you commin through , best be pakin your vest
cause we slanging techs & **** , for protection & ****
extra clip's (just incase) , pull the trigga, reload & "replace"
scramble brains and lead , with what use'to be your face..
**** , you aint an MC.. , bitch my words hit ya like pure E's
chemicaly enginerd , u'll be screamin ma name like its : hurculee's
mother ****** , im lost in this game , ****'s got me going insane
writing rhymes in bed , strange whispers in ma head ,
tellin me **** i dont wanna know , eyes wide open , strange noises
as the wind blows , my begginer rhyme's killin dese , average joes
excelent vocabulary , pure flow , rhymes fuckin sparker like a hoe
bitch just leave dont be resisteant , dare come back , bitch im persistant
ill come back again & again , inflicting much damage , large amounts'a pain
...mystik... peace out .

Haha, if you're a blood, than what the **** am I?
I'm a straight American, don't need no pussy ass disguise.
I can take you on by myself, never need no other guys,
Kick your ass so badly, that ****'ll be televised.
I'll drop the weapons and guns, all I need is words and fists.
You're a persistent little bitch, just keep making me pissed,
Creep back into the line so your fake ass can get dissed.
And yo word, check it. I don't a break a scene, I wreck it.
It'll be hard to talk when my words make ya neck slit.
You can talk all you want about mafias, they some pussy ass cliques,
All they have in common with you is a fascination with dicks.
Maybe next time, here's an idea, think twice befor you spit a verse,
Because to me, it seems, this time, you're going home in a herse.