Neverending Rap Battle

ive been grabbed loved, ...then stabbed in my heart,
tryna make something out my life right now,
re-energise and restart
get sucked in by the feelings,
but there all lies and games
damn shes smart!
i ******* fell for her then she left my heart dead,
no red just dark!
remember the day when we was close to kissing
damn she could of had it all, she dont know what shes missing
im sending out this message whilst on my knees And WISHING!!
THAT SHE WILL WANT ME BACK
ILL MAKE THIS MY NUMBER 1 MISSION
my prioritys are high but my authority is lower
telling her how i roll aint no good, i got to go ...and show her
swagga doesnt matter , its just my heart i sold her
falling deeper in this love i feel my heart is colder
when all shes gotta do is say that i can hold her
id give any ******* thing for her to lean on my shoulder
just 1 more ******* time before i,...grow older
and die a painfull death, thats when ill close the folder
im spitting you these barz to send a lyrical message
so when your in my situation you wont feel the physical stresses
this shits a freestlye it aint no poetic stress bridge
i want to make the game big and show my successes
i dont want the bitches and the hoes in slutty shorts and dresses
shes the one i want, what i need she posseses
i think its time to end this **** and see how it progresses.............

just letting u kno i made this in about 10 mins max and its about a girl who i was seeing and she recently kind of dumped me
could anyone on the page let me know if they think i have any talent or maybe i should work maybe i have potential, remember i made this in about 10 mins and u cant really judge the flow of the verses when reading lyrics.

sucks bro /
i don't give a **** though /
she probally didn't either, u probally never touched no beaver
ya no leader u a follower , a stalker
but never cream of the cropper
your dreams of the top were an 05 optra
im flying by in a helicopter
doing fly' bys
give a **** if u gangsta's doing drive by's
in the backseat of the coppers
you aint jumping me for my weed
we call you grasshoppers
ash croppers
pull a gas mask doctor office
operation you can't stop this
cooperation within the population when they pop open there jaws n drop I information ,dope n raw , open ya third eye and let the words flys birds in the sky tweaking when they get a whiff of what we be speaking be beat kings cheeching reaching are grasp of the concious further speaking to my class accomplice to murder , killed societies social dillema nicknamed pompous so shall we be honest socially concious wake up humans only defeat is thinkin we know enough , yea well doesn't matter i got enough dro to puff , always let it roll off ya shoulder stuff , forget where you got it , remember who sold the stuff for profit , and credit a deficit ,forget it , u only care that i got the breath to spit ima always get the best of it i got the deafest ish with every breath i spliff iris flows see the liquid depicted in what ive scripted survived with it the tribe felt the vibe n well there on the dl or wanna rebel get lifted with it im just here to spit it no critical analysis venomus flows with minimal paralysis spittin fluid of holy grail chalices your calousness'll cost you , my pens stack paper like a boss dude, flem hack vapour , i am the white man raper of colonies and the cause of fallin trees the woes of the world an all a thee globe
im the colourful excuse , a white lie , the truth , when ppl look in the mirror n there like aaaa whooops , parachute a salute cause i could walk in ur shoes but could u step in my boots step in the booth as a weapon i shoot up the booth an feel super when i come out with the world regrouped , skinned the racial issues with facial tissues an and make some melting pot soup ,

its a scotch whoops and a botched surgery
the kind were you time of death clock the surgery
professor hip hop doctor murder beef
cook it up in hell's kitchen where they serve ya the beef
get smoked like the herb the cheech
when u choke n the mic u dont have the words to speak
crime scene unit photographer observe the leak
the amount of rhyme scheme fluid i serve a week
like pumping dmt lsd n thc into the mic cause ya nerve's to tweak
cause ima cause
for ya bloody issues like metapause
i have better flaws and more mistakes
this take an effect , taken the dex, having sex with durex cirvex poppin
n ur next ur neck poppin the words effect droppin hazards has heard its dangerous but nothin but a game to us , u get busted and sold out nothing but cocaine till dope brain bust b boy's dusty ploys spinning off these cats sneeze hacks an says he aint sick you believe that on that ambrosia dust you breathe that leaf that bag at the door , believe that what we believe intrictly weaved but if i could say it basic lifes awesome a great chance dont waste it , get up in the morning willing n ready to look in that mirror n face it

So your girlfriend left you? Well, that's just bad
This man is mad 'cause someone jizzed all over her Maxi Pad
This cat got scratched
That's a fact that you can't live with, and this is how the man reacts
When I saw your last verse, you were keeping real
Now you sound low, has somebody fed you sleeping pills?
Face it, man, life is a bitch
Sometimes we all feel like kicking life in the dick
You want to talk about physical stress? Here's a piece of advice
Brush your teeth 'til they're white
And wash your feet every night
Maybe have a healthy meal of beetroot and rice
And stop holding your meat all the time
Stop trying to be a tough guy, and be someone nice
Maybe form a rock band, and sing on the mic
Listen to Nickelback, Linkin Park, Seether or Spine (Spineshank)
Stop listening to gangster rap and broaden your interest
I'll let you deal with the rest

Splish/splash? How about Klic klac, goes my big mac, but this aint mcdonalds.
Verbal halotosis cant be saved by tic tacs, can i call this rapper ronald?
You ask me why, I say ronald? cuz this KID be PLAYin, like a clown.
I think ill take his girly raps and fondle, while i beat him down.
But you think this to harsh of punishment for rapping while intoxicated
This is my reason for living, this is why my skin's serated.
Enough about this puny mortal "MC", forget about he or she and lets put the focus back on me!
Well for starters, heroes get remembered and legends never die,
When i write down my rhymes, babys and angels cry, i dont know why?
Me thinks its because i rap in front of breast feeding mothers and also in church, I make it work on sunday, my confession, i make it hurt!
So, to finish up this rap, Dauer? id like to help this kid,
I just finished my time machine, JUMP IN! So we can go back and erase your ****.
Peace!

Here i am rapping with a goon,
my rap beauty is so high it reaches to the moon.
i told everyone i was gunna come back soon .... so i stopped for a bit and
tryed to see how ya'll doin,
... now im telling you that your all are soo doomed
because the beauty i have make all the flowers bloom
even in the winter time, just give me on rhyme
and ill finish all the other lines just in the nick of time
cause im so fine... seeing ya'll rap i couldnt resist
when i come in there'll be slits at your wrists
im not finished, just give me one second ....to reminice

Here i am rapping with a goon,
my rap beauty is so high it reaches to the moon.
i told everyone i was gunna come back soon .... so i stopped for a bit and
tryed to see how ya'll doin,
... now im telling you that your all are soo doomed
because the beauty i have make all the flowers bloom
even in the winter time, just give me on rhyme
and ill finish all the other lines just in the nick of time
cause im so fine... seeing ya'll rap i couldnt resist
when i come in there'll be slits at your wrists
im not finished, just give me one second ....to reminice

yeah my ryhms are tight but yourz are messed,
sayin' I ain't got no fight, I'll shoot you to your chest,
so what nigger you from East, I'm from west,
which makez me the motherfucking BEST,
"Im such a pimp i get laid everyday"
like I give a **** about your whore nest,

so you think tellin' me yo fit is gonna embarrass me .?
boy you makin me laugh so hard, harder than you,
my rapz make you ill so you feel you got swine flu,
sayin' how tough you are and i'll say atchoo atchoo,
nigga don't you know i'm allergic to bullshoot.?
your dicks too mouldy it's growin' a root,
I'm old to the game, you a new recruit,
i'll crush you so hard you'll taste like fruitshoot,

you think you the owner of this world?
you wanna kno what i think? uh - nerrr !
knowin' your age, makes me feel a lil bit absurd,
so what, you just got killed by a 14 year old girl!!!

Hahaha You Got Done Yo

Yo you came back with 23 lines I'm so proud,
yes I too could embarass you to the crowd,
i'ma scream this **** nice and loud,
so your baby ears don't trip to the clouds,
ooh you used a big word i'ma stretch it out,
motherfukinloseristhiswhatyouabout?
sing thos baby songs about the spider and the spout,
in a few years you can start spittin again again and i'll help you out,

i'm too hardcore mate i i control y'all like the feds,
like when your momma goez to bed and dreamz of head,
itz my dad on her mind cuz ur dadz dick iz dead,
butu call my mom a whore? thats not what you dad said,

yeah thatz right your momz a piss-sippin' bitch,
she'z so old i jus saw her moustache twitch,
yo momma jokes were made aimed at her,
and her next man is comin' tonight dick with cat fur,
and everyday she'z gettin' fatter and fat - ter,

so what if words were money, you'd be in debt,
your brother has to pay me back and he'll attempt,
i'ma keep it real, i dont wanna sound inept,
and you are okay for a 12 year old except,
i'm better that's jus sumthing you gotta accept,
by the way your mom felt you up when you slept (:

im takeing the street , 1 of a few emcees that make beats
leave ya mouth empty gushin redlike you just ate beets
just ate beef and **** some exlax relief
for your next tract extract the liquid like vaporisin the reef
put in ya teeth
, trying to put back together the shattered mirror of ya carreer
john deere this john doe when i lawn mo you coming out the rear
yea i chopped ya grass , stopped to blast
im this weeks fat diet and miracle workout ima drop ya ass
vocal bullet tips gats of fact pull ta rip up
im a dick what
u think im a do
**** with you
we aint siamese rhyme with eeze never be stuck with you
struck with two fist ruthless rapper leaven heathens toothless the truth is
tear it up whereever a stage or a booth is
superman this spandex , well ur still havein sandpaper lube handsex
the canvas a campus professors the one with the answers
the one with a stanza santa's little helper but you the bitch son
im bart simpson heart lisa smarts show u how it's done
pussies , punk's ,chumps ,huh this a battle cowards none
the final hour come , and u'll sniff away all ya rhymes till ya powder dumb
my entire entity energy where the **** you think i get the power from
its the hearts of my enemies an the devoured lungs

Yeah, im on that good ****
Instead of smokin' hood ****
Im steady smokin' good spliffs
I'm ill ************,
Catch me in the hood
Cause im real ************.
Cock this **** back if this boy get an attitude
Light his ass up if you cant show him gratitude
My crew's evolved irrational,
National, just be trashin yall.

So you’re a joker? Go ahead, tell us a joke
There’s nothing funny about you .... except you’re a joke
You think that **** was helluva dope?
Shut your mouth before you get hit with a telescope
Little man, you really think you’ll win?
Think again, before you start talking **** again
I should declare this **** over, done and finished with
I think I hear your Mum calling, it’s time for your dinner, kid
Run home and play with your Power Rangers
Then you can watch Nickelodeon for an hour later
But don’t come here with your baby nonsense
Start praying ‘cause your potty-mouth days are numbered
Like an ouiji board
I’ll punch you until your teeth get sore
‘Cause you’ve never handled the crack from this emcee before
So please be warned; if I ever see you in the street
You better wish you had a bulletproof vest tucked underneath your drawers

@ FreeAgent

FreeAgent your rhymes are useless beyond measure
and paying you out is nothing short of a pleasure,
you better write my words down to treasure
boy, you talk as if you've already won this ****
but u sound coy and quickly ready to get tripped,
and hit my lyrical spit, get shipped..
I always drop the bomb, devistating
like this song, callsigned by king kong.
Ya need to get some new jokes pal,
admit defeat and throw in the towel,
everybody knows im on the prowl to devour
the sad and the sour, im talking bout you
in your darkest hour, time to tuck tail and cower,
cause there will never be a time to standup,
against my ill-styled power

I’m useless beyond measure
But I’m practical; I touch your mother’s boobies with more pleasure
Something I like to do in my own leisure
Just you claiming you’re lyrical makes you more stupid than court jesters
I suppose that last line probably didn’t make sense
But when it comes to the cheddar, you’re the rat giving the paychecks
‘Cause I cut in his war with joker, the wigger became vexed
Now I’ve made him wonder what sort of ****’ll be sprayed next
He thinks I’M coy? He’s the one who’s got a guilty conscience
Trying to **** a 14-year-old up the ass with that silly nonsense
A lyrical “bomb-dropper”, nobody can stop him
I should hire DJ Screw so that BOTH of us can chop him
My hours ain’t dark, I just switched the clocks forward
You ain’t gonna see “Daylight Time” when I get the glock mauling
Watch the streets tremble with fear, get the block under
‘Cause you ain’t worth a granule from the chicken stock cupboard

i aint got no street cred? your the one thats got no teeth left
listen dude, no one hears you, all they see is your lips move
speak in english not japan, you want my mum? i have your gran
she said to me when she was creepin, come back to mine my grandsons sleepin
i take your rhymes and twist it then, i whoop your ass like eminem
you and your kids cant handle my mum, you thot you did but it was bum fun
you pedo faggot incest ****, i demolish your rhymes in just one

Yal got na street cred
Yal sleepin on a wooden bed
Ya behind, i'm ahead
I'm da don, ya inbred
I'm as hard as lead
Ma lyrics will leave a mark, imbeded
They gone leave ya dead
With yo brain boppin out da top
Like a jack in da box
Ma lyrics will attack
Ya lyrics keep missin like shaq
Free throw
Bruv, i da big show
Got to many alta ego
Ma lyrics flow
And i still grow
One day i'm gone turn pro
Also, i so fly
Ma ego's sky high
Don't reply
Don't bother try
Cuz i got too many ally
Get glocks daily from ma supply
I'ma end it with an OK
And have a nice day

i have more street credit then a concrete visa ,
i'll serve u a complete ceasar
vodka tomato juice celery an 12 daggers in ya back
you really wanna wager interac
danger danger will somebody tell C-note robinson
aka cornelius ro
feeling this flow
more balls then the ceiling disco's
pull back my coat revealing pistols
the real thing , sign right here _______n make everything official
except what i say the outlaw spray
take ya` bod 'e out in broad day
listen to every word god had to say to an atheist
ripley's believe it or not im not gonna guess
im gonna bless this microphone with a battle poem from one of the mole pple hole ppl take ahold of ppl coming out the catacomb thats a home the house is where i grew up , that toilet and that **** i threw up i left there , i left scared of life the light guide me when it ain't religon standing beside me my hands and some halucigenic ivy keeping all these colours lively id be one of the most influential in the mental whether on a instrumental , or just by coincedental , pent all my rage up till i caged up that beast which now i mr hyde and doc jekyl my release minds at peace then im at peace when somethings missing an i rhyme that piece like you wanna bake an cant find that yeast to make ya doh grow when the police roll an take ya dro , i don't know what they take ya fo
take a fourty and get drunk battleships stripped sunk what i couldnt barter to harbour ima steal jay'z yaught for starters what you got a martyr dodge all the chargers and pay for the` whole news day fiasco with a couple hundred carters listening to lupe fiasco , when it come to the mic you the asshole im the nuece truth in the streets ,the lassou in the booth when ur holding cheech between ur cheeks in the coup holdin in ur hoots as you exhale that inner wooo that inner you, 1 turns into, it all add's up! is what your learning 2 ,
comprehend come the end or r u from the end walking back to the beginning the free from sinning ending every inning feeling like were winning thanking god for those curve balls, ur all capable ape able felt very adapt till society was wire tapped with cable , wrapped my hands with answers and hit up ur questions all day , even when the teachers r tellin me get up quit resting in the hallway , i need ya'll ta say , we already came this far lets go all the way , echo a collauge of college days , ring ring ring hello god ? i just called to say

aight everyone listen up listen here
i wanna tell yall bout my vision dear
in the land before time dinosaurs roam
industry has been put in what they called home
we are destroying the worlds land
nobody cares, just worrying bout themselves "fight the man"
why aim for success if aint for no good cause
listen to my words stop for a quick pause
people out there starving and all you want is the money
all you rappers is like broken crackers, real crummy
now done with that nonsense let me switch it up
i see a nice girl with sum cash i may hit it up
you disrespect me or my family ill hit you up
not gonna sell out like most rappers when they blew up
im takin jay z to another level
im running everything above sea level
im up stairs with the big man
you down low like the devil
all the haters and women jockin trynna be like me
ill kill you with my words leavin spit not blood on yo white tee
my lyrics is like a documentary directed by spike lee
its all fun and games til sumone gets hit, yea in their smiley=)
ladies flock to me like a tiger to a steak
questionin my decisions will be ur last mistake
yes im cocky ass hell, i know im hot
im done now lets see what you "rappers" got

You wanna be “UpFront”, huh? Well, two can play that game
There’s nothing you just said in that verse that was sane
All of your punchlines are a bunch of baloney
Not to mention all of your dumb lines are nothing! Phony!
How dare you compare yourself to Jay-Z?
That’s like Soulja Boy Tell ‘Em comparing himself to Shady
You claim you’re hot, but you’re just playing yourself - you’re crazy!
Spitting on everyone because you’re a plain, selfish baby
I’m hot like record tracks, I’ve got my weapons stacked
You want to talk about being above, well, my raps can level THAT
While your dyke raps are right back on the shelf and packed
I’m down low like the Devil, but I still got Heaven’s back
Because I believe in God; they say God don’t like ugly
But He knows you’re just stupid, ‘cause your style is quite yucky
My I.Q. might be quite muggy
But your chick knows I’m bright enough to spice up her turkey with some nice stuffing
Spike Lee wouldn’t work with you, your direction’s a joke
Just seeing your girl’s ass kept my erection afloat
I don’t have to be a gangster emcee just to be repping my Coast
Nor do I have to be black who’s just come fresh off the boat
In the land before time, dinosaurs were leaping on fours
In the land DURING time, emcees are bleating like whores
Nobody knows what’ll happen AFTER humanity
But I hope UpFront gets bum-rushed from the land of humanity
This is my moment of clarity
My words will roast him with savage heat
And leave UpFront BACK-to-front and broken with damaged teeth

from the land of Oz, yeah, i'm the rhyme wizard,
you're Dorothy, bitch, all weak and withered
your rhymes got no flow, your lyrics are whack
sort out your game, son, pick up the slack
your girlfriend, she cheated, with at least half the state,
her legs open wide, like the brandenburg gate.
i hope you catch AIDs from that disease-ridden hoe
a stint in the hospital, you can work on your flow.
come back when you've gotten yourself a new plan
and dont bring that dog, the lion or tin-woodsman