Neverending Rap Battle

this aint a blitzkrieg man your shits weak
nightmares? i dont even sleep
dauer man ur shits like a flower
blooms in the spring
but in your case theres a droubt, there aint even one shower
say goodbye to ur flower, as i stomp u like a skinny twig
can't finish like jenny craig
betta watch out or you'll end up like ma pet guinie pig
chewed up n spit out
like a fart my lyrics linger in your head
everything i said will come back n knock you down dead
ive gotchu duckin as i pump ma lead
you say your the baddest
but you left out the part that your the baddest in ur town
its got 2 people a town bike n a clown
your **** is frowned upon
mine is like dawn, creeps up as you go along
this is how a real man finishes
not a little boy
soo go home dauer
or ill have you penny pickin like michel roy
haha, thats all i got for your pussy ass
next time think before you talk or hurass
better yet dont talk at all, pretty please
thanks dauer peace.

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/|\ Wonda Pluss /|\
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just wondering what do u think ?


u got beef with me mother fuker u fat nd smelly only beef u got is around ur belly u like to munch out on added suger jelly while drooling over the cookery program on the telly u eat lard your a retard smokin through card smokin a splif up ur ass u think ur class wait for me to com ill brake ur glass tear out ur eyes stick em in jars grap my gat den i blast

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yh listen to my lyricks, yo stuff is **** u need to go get a pencil and rite suming quick, befor i be fliping on yo bitch so u best cum back with some thing big or ur bitch is guna get penentraited relly quick not with a pencil dick but sumin relly big guna leve her with a bucket wen i **** the **** out this bitch

talk about **** u bach of hash is **** u wana try mine u gota step in line and beat me with some divine rym then u gota pay 25 to listen to me grim cuz i shine wen i grime but ur shy wen u grime im fly wen i grime im high wen i grime thats why im hi on the charts wen i grime im fine wen i grime i shine in the sky on the mic wen i grime unlike u i dont lie on the mic
i cant be shy wen i rhrym cuz wen im shy i stuttter all the time like a gutter full of jutter or a house full of clutter my lirics are smooth like spreding on the butter up on ur mother the dirty bugga sukin off ur brother what a dirty fuk up

This guy never gives up; so it’s up to me to put him in his place
And if all else fails, I’ll throw pudding in his face
What’s it gonna take to get this hooker off my case?
I should re-arrange his face ‘til it’s all crooked instead of straight
Because dude, you’re nothin’ but bent, like a crooked cop
Thought you’d stop buggin’ me, but you just wouldn’t stop
You wanna talk about smells? I suffocate you with a woolly sock
My rhymes may be broke, dude, but yours have fully flopped
This is the epitome of bullshit, with all the proof he’s got
Once I finish him, he’ll be sulking, muttering, “Would not, could not.....”
Like that Mad Hatter in Batman when he tried to woo Alice
Reckon’s he’s hard himself, but he’s absolutely crude at it
You should go back to rehab with all that mess you’re on
Which is the reason why you spelt words like “freshener” wrong
‘Cause, man, you’re not fresh, you’re just an odour so smelly
But you knew this Agent was funky the moment you smelt me
This is not “cyber-threatenin’”, this is straight talk
The rap Cage and Travolta are having a Face/Off
The **** I spit is helluva tight, when I get blessed on the mic
Somebody said “mic-holder” could beat me, get some better advice
‘Cause bitch, I’m severin’ nice, plus I practise every night
And you ain’t fallin’ off, dog, you’ve just never been nice

Im the best
and dont forget it cause you know you'll regret it if you do forget it
now remember what yo momma said when u was a little boy
if you dont got anything nice to say dont say nothin'
**** you, oops I said it
ye bitch gimme some credit cause u know I rhyme betta then any boys who spit chedda
this shits a vendetta, you n all yo friends moms gonna be getting a letta
specifically statin' you got killed cause you were hatin'
discriminatin' against ma friends ma family n ma people
even then dont think this shits equal, cause as soon as yo baby boy is born theres gonna be a sequel
its not hypathetically legal but I dont care cause im evil
my rhymes is syndicate you dont even know what im sayin but it rhymes so ****
you scared cause you run drills for days come out with nothin but a couch and a bag of lays at the end of the day
sit your fat ass down n think before you spit it, act before you rhyme, bitch run before u cry
your rhymes are shy, takes you 3 hours to write one line
it should be a crime to write somethin so shitty, it sounds like nitty gritty dirt band rappin to p-diddy
****, shitty
ye you wrist slittin like sarah tancretti, you aint ready
thats an understatment, bitches walk by like dude what happened to ur face man
you tried to fight like jackie chan but turned out like frank mier first round knocked out
oh dear, looky looky here what do we got
a faggot as bitch thinkin his rhymes hot
calles himself g calls himself a rapper
he's a pussy ass bitch thats needs a slapp ah
back to reality like take a look at marshal for example
theres a real rappa, so stop tryna compare quee
you see your rhymes is weak
evertime you speak I hear a bird tweet tweet
try it again, ill kill yo ass once and for all
again.
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/|\W0nda Pluss/|\
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nigga wann spit wit a clip get pist at the bitch **** this **** im in the strip get tha dick wet on her lip bust ya liquid on her tits.
aint no tripppen when i hit that little pussy got me whipped!
ya sister tushie got the lick fro my tounge i Am a prick!
get your clique to **** wit this? homie the strip i got will flip!
cuz the bricks i cop will trip, no-stop copy paste a rip!
thats what all you fakes and snitch do in a place with chips!
my whole crw got cards an apes, the drapes on roads with scrapes!
this cage got heavy bars i can split wit on this case!
no spitten olid tracks ya fakes is ll disgrace, get buck in this mofucka homie an ya wrist lok like a cake!.. clips pulled out in hate, AK pulled out in DAY!..
shooot that mofucka in a thousand ways get sprayed by all thee spades!!!!


yee... reunited! yoo Prof hitt me up homie lets do it

ktown you think u got what it take to run around
play on ma ground, thinkin u hot **** but u run wit a click?
its faggot ass snitches who run to they bitches cause they pussies
fuckin talkin bout ma sistas tooshie
its woosies like that make me lol
cause bitch you cant even get a smell
i can tell just by the **** rhymes you announce
sayin i copy n paste haha bitch save it its a waste
ur just pissed cause my rhymes are legit n yours are ****
imma cutchu up n spit you out without a trace
dont even reply back, or get ready to get smaked get cracked
ye baby boy thats a fact, soo go n copy n paste ur ****
oh wait u dont and trust me i know it
so dont react wit them pussy ass rhymes you spit
see ya lata aligata
next.

Check: nobody is following you dawg, you lost your tail go to a retailor/before i kick your tongue till it comes out ya anus/you'll feel like your whole body is in pain when you press it,and forgot i broke ya finger/you aint nothing just a greedy asshole wanna be a nigger/stick to reality man you just a punk that needs to be sunk/deep down into the dams full of mud to hold you down punk/while i blow up like bank slips to ya dad's face printed 'why you always never get paid'/neither you 'FREE AGENT',you eat your moms **** that's homemade/man i'll punch you so hard till you jaw flips over your back/hanging on your back like cowboys hat/even if you wrote your lyrics with a needle,they'd still wouldn't hurt me/i'm done with you,if you ever feel bored eat clay don't reply back-at-me/....Dumb ass i didn't even waste ma time readin you ****

now enough of the chit chat/ time to kick back, relax, maybe take a brake munch a kit kat/ i think you need to refresh your barz with a tic tac/ wheres your whip at?/ thought your a G but youve never made a clit clap / with the knick knack paddiewack give a G a phone, you better have credit coz i need to call home/ tryna earn my respect is like blood from a stone/ need to constantly prove yourself no time to postpone/ bitches always ask why they call me the tin man/ coz i took 5 metal shots right through my skin fam/

i know the real reason why they call you the tin man
your rhymes is blan, there aint nothin inside but your clam
my whips in ma bedroom waitin for your family to spend some time with me
i havent made a clit clap but ive made em screem n bleed
beatbox, n whisper secrets in ma ear, guilty they pleed
ive got everythin i need n aint got nothin to fear
ye you do need to call home
better do it quick n dont worry im on a plan holmes
n whatchu talkin bout ur respect is like gettin blood from a stone?
ur rhymes got lots of respect
the r is for rough, e for erroneous, s for synthetic, p for pathetic, another e for what u need which is empathy, a c for corrupt, and a t for your thoughts
cause you betta be thinkin before you write more **** thats delinquent
stealin beats from others aint right man
so back up, go home
"TIN MAN"

What's with ya?thought that was a sick rap/it aint nothing to me but i think you deserve a fist back/ya suck than the rest,run your stupid ass outta here/fast like a DEER,or i'll snatch your eye out and leave ya no-eye-deer(no idea)/your rhymes aint straight charlie it's like they have mad-cow-disease/i'm having a bit of a flu so ma flow be kinda sick/Gggggrrrrr see ya lata hater. 1min,12sec of my time wasted....Next time you'l get denied

I cover ya brain with tight rhymes like police handcuffs,and tellin ya they'll stretch some time later/i was on top,now i think i'm coming down with something like a Alevator/too easy to figure out what's in me,nothing but powers of destruction/defeating me is impossible even if you practiced and read the instructions/i aint the type that's fly sorta like Batman and Robin/but if you ever fly a verse to me ima stomp you so hard and leave ya 'FLATMAN and ROBIN'/every man i ever threw rhymes at,is long dead in the cemetery/in this game of words,i'm like a dictionary that's always outraging/so it's better to be with of than against me

Right, that’s it, homeboy - you wanna make fun of my name?
Just ‘cause I called myself FreeAgent " this ************ is lame
Maybe I should’ve called myself MI-5 instead
Leave a bullet, a computer or a suitcase hemmed inside your leg
This “mic-holder”’s rhymes are a mess
It’s obvious he’s treading on thin ice trying to fight with a vet
He’s got a feminine side to him, nobody realises that yet
Trying to hit me with that talk, and he thinks I’m impressed?
Dude, who the **** are you trying to impress?
Kid, you should go directly to prison " that is, prior to arrest
You say you didn’t waste your time analysing this ****?
STOP CONTRADICTING YOURSELF, YOU LYING LITTLE BITCH!!!!
Dude, you got such an incoherent flow
And you even called me a “nigger-wannabe”? No, faggot, no!
You’re despicable even to the smartest of teachers
And thou shalt be damned trying to go hard with a preacher
‘Cause I’m a rap priest interpreting my sermons
And true emcees like theprofessor are welcome at the service
You name yourself “mic-holder” ‘cause you like to clutch Mike’s balls
I don’t care if you don’t like my **** " ‘cause I ain’t like yours
You rap like a Chicano, you might as well head for the Mexican border
My flow is deep but you still have trouble trying to keep your head above water

What the ****'s wrong with ya with all lies claiming you tough/and i hear you're connected to the police department,by a pair of handcuffs/you're so stupid that if you got locked in Pick n Pay markets you'd starve to death/you're so seedy you get nervous near a bird cage/the only way you can hear anything good about yourself,is talking to yourself/so pull your socks cause your head is now half way to get in my shelf/i'll cripple your whole left hand side of ya body so you can be alright(all right)/i'm forced to be here in your company,so don't feel honoured/you a critic the type that knows the way but cant drive a car/your breath is stinky i don't know wether i should give you breath mint or toiletpaper

I am the police, so when you talk to me, call me Mister
And stop handcuffing your wife before I go undercover and frisk her
I’ll do the same to your sister; she wants to see me explode
You’re locking her down, but I’m giving her the penal code
I stop and search her daily, then test her breath for substance
And if it exceeds the minimum, I arrest her next for drunkness
If she acts up, I tase her; she falls down with buckled knees
Throw her in the trunk of my squad car and hold her in custody
Give her a life sentence in the worst prison EVER
Alcatraz, Guantanamo Bay or HM Winchester
The last one’s for males, she’ll get fucked and abused forever
Because she’s nothing but a slut with a couple of loose feathers
Yeah, I’m the critic who will criticise your rhymes
Cut down your ludicrous rhymes to size
And make you swallow your own lines with cyanide
Once I light you up with dynamite, kiss your hide goodbye!
KABOOM! And “mic-holder” will stand there still behind the mic
With a blackface, blood on his lips and ash inside his eyes
Oh, and er, by the way, your insults are wack and cheap
In fact, I’ll give you a dollar; go buy a pack of sweets
Because you are sweet, sweeter than liquorice
The way you’re spitting your heat is ridiculous
If you don’t like me, you can suck a dick to this
‘Cause I’m deth-picable like Daffy Duck when I’m fuckin' th-pittin' th-ith!
BITCH!

Check son: i never believed in hell until i met you/you a bore,i need an incurable disease more than i need you/when it came to charity events,your parents always tried to donate you/'FREE AGENT' aint got enemies in this world,but all his friends hate him/man i thought you were at an accident scene,but hey you're an accident scene/you're so big,your belly bottom has an echo/puttin it mildly,i curse the ground you walk on/and heard your family went to a restaurant where they serve crabs just so they could bring you along/you're fast,furry and going foow,foow! like a dog chasing a car in reverse/you're a GROUND BEEF to me man like a cow with no legs/dawg is that your nose or are you eating a banana?/your mother is so fat,she shaves her back with a lawnmower/HAHA!/we know that you could give us dope music,but promises remain promises until you act on them/and you have the warm personal charm of a millipede/Agent you must be very open minded,cuz it seems like your brain slipped out/HAA!/and homie i really appreciate your input,now about some output/is that still your nose or you inhale a cantaloupe/you're a habit i'd like to kick with both feet/no one have a higher opinion about you than i have,and i think you're a dirty lil beast/you think you're out of this world,and everyone wishes you were/when you were born,did they let your mother out of her cell?(lack parental care)/you alien what colour is the sky in your world?/and i know underneath that flabby exterior is an enormous lack of character/your death will not be listed under obituaries more like neighborhood improvements/Yeah!/why don't you go to the library and brush up on your ignorance/BITCH!

You never believed in Hell, but you’ve just met the Devil
And his sorcery has been taken into another level
You’re about to witness your own punishment at its strongest
Trapped in a cell forever like going to prison for the longest
You curse the ground I walk on because I walked on it first
You try to diss me because you’re one with unspeakable thirst
I put the foul on this peturbed Earth
I’ve been blessed on this Earth to curse
Your ludicrous rhymes have just gone from absurd to worse
Although you’ve improved on some, but they’re still a bunch of flannel
They’ve gone too far like you just swam the English Channel
I’ma do something a little bit different this time
‘Cause right now, I’m in a different state of mind
In a different state of time, giving you a different spate of rhymes
How the hell do you even know what my nose looks like?
You’re starting to see things, dude, you need to be put right
I’m a “habit you’d like to kick”, you’re a problem I’d like to solve
By simply getting out the revolver, hit you in both shoulders
Thank you for your appreciation for my input, now here’s some output for you:
I keep my enemies close, may not have much buddies
You posted another **** verse on this forum to take another loss from me
You’re so ugly, you got rated an 18
‘Cos you’re a straight horror flick that only teenagers may see
Bringing parents into the conversation has never been tougher
But bringing you into this world, yours are just dumb motherfuckers
I’m a dirty little beast that will commit manslaughter
I take your sister, rape your sister, and make you hold the camcorder
You’re not taking this well
So I’ll treat you like a +Ninja Turtle+ and put your face in a +shell+
‘Cause you’re nothing but an ass, it’s time you get executed, homie
Someone needs to destroy you, and I’m the best to do it, homie
I live on spitting rhymes more than my life
You’re just a cracked out Amy Winehouse living a sorority life
So go on “mic-holder”, post yet another stupid verse
Matter of fact, we’ll have a battle in the playground to see who’s the worst
But the cold, hard fact is the truth; it hurts
I’ve turned you into a Happy Meal, that means you’ve been served

Ima be out for a while...So i'd like to send props to you AGENT,i feel ya **** bro even thought ya shootin at me.Lol..this has been fun...Be back next month PEACE

My last **** in here check:you look so baffled as ADAM on mothers day/you're so old when you were in school there was no history class/you fat ass nigger,your job is to calibrate earthquakes measuring devices/i would have liked to diss you,but the sad truth is that you would not understand me/you're a weakling,everytime you throw out your chest the dustbin men refuse to collect it/you have a face like a warthog stung by a bee/you a lil man that makes a big depression on everyone that shares your company/your mama's so skinny,she turned sideways and disappeared/this aint a costume party,but i still want ya to put a sack over your head/i heard you went to have ya head examined,but the doctors found nothing there/someday you'll go far and i hope you stay there/and you're a morons idea of a clever person/go ahead,tell them everything you know,it'll only take 10 seconds/dissin me is so stupid like going to a 24hr store to find out what time they close/you've had your face lifted so many times,you talk through your nose/you look like you have been weaned on a banana/if you need space,join NASA/cuz when ppl tell ya they asked a rhetorical question,you still try to answer/HAHA/i'll slaughter you,and use your blood to paint your ceiling/ya know we should try and fight air pollution,ya could start by not breathing/you always find yourself lost in thought-it's unfamiliar territory/you're so poor,you cannot afford to pay attention/you're so fat you have the only car with stretch marks/i don't know what makes you so wack,but it really works/dumb ass you cannot chew a gum and walk at the same time/you climbed over a glass wall to see what was on the other side/the only time you ever got first base was at the petting zoo/do ya not love nature despite what it did to you? Rate please

whether you a hip hop president or rhyme minister
u think im sinister , Sin is stir'd prof Think Tank got the rhyme administered
to the people through the needle the final finisher spinal spin this here vinyl
backin my tracks attraction the ones moving symo
-taneous within a fraction liftin the axe n hackin away all attachment
to the bounds of sound soon as the dj gets to scratchin
reflections of god got so high they forgot to match him
when steppin in the garden of weeden it's treason
when leaven a weapon just ask the monks on the himalaya's what gives umm there funk same thing that give B.C. there skunk
spray paint ya think tanks it's no longer a gray matter
graffiti your thought pattern
and maybe you'll make what you say matter
you spray mathers and lather with jay-z soap well smoking snoop dogs dope
get drunk off 50 cent vodka listen to afrika bambataa
cause someone else got her on her daughters I pod instead of the
sonic soul force
ur all cronic ya so corpse
pay homage or death aint taking you off the wharf
breaking through 3rd dimensions breaking off the forth
with every word I mention energy heard invention is the creation of sound
let me put this in simpler terms what were creating is the creation of now
emcee's procreation of wow
its a world of wonder
5th chakra the world of hunger
zombies have a thirst 4 knowledge
an the fountain of youth is filled with msg
the truth is in the booth and its filled with dmt
just like god the only thing real MC's

hahaha` check the think tank if you feel empty , it's inside the bottomless pit

hey man wuts up with this mic-holder gay ass homo, swearing to me is a no no, when you piss me off i get loco, here we go, i will show you how to bust bars and lines, sick to the ****, i will grip my dick and spit a hot rhyme like this. ready?

Im a lucky one my parents were always there,
im amazed with the way they put up the care,
cherish,
24 carrott gold I wear it,
lemme share it, every time theres peace in the air,
warm like fleece, with our teeth we bare,
If im smilin while im wildin then it must be a dare,
if your bringing up beef man pull up a chair,
im the chief at the table, and able to hold your stare,
No relief when I start, life is never fare,
dont get caught unaware like you got caught on a snare,
addrenaline flows, and noses start to flare,
I know what your thinking because I used to be there,
I can go to any place in the whole wide world,
and respect any man, woman, boy or girl,
im pumped for sure, cuz im an entrepanuer,
but if you prefer im humble like the one that you were,
I blame no one, all that i can change is myself,
but im wasting away with the weekest instead of watching my health,
instead of climbing the peak I dwell on lookin for money and wealth,
but **** that, I remmanise in the past where relationships melt,
I was fallin behind but i chose to overcome it, yeah I drank and sighed But I rose above it, yo i will meet you on the block and we can spit flows in public,