Neverending Rap Battle

ive returned for now, bitches take a bow in my honour as i reverse this drought
merk the crowd, turn the cloud hovering above raps head upside down
**** these clowns, soulja boy you suck right now
i could not giva **** about my swag
because my mood dont include thick chains glued the ground
im assuming my sound feels quite rude when prounounced
lyrics mellowed by the bass booming around
got emcees here fooling the town that the dudes they surround are to cool to be crowned......
king of the spitters, they just sound crude on their rounds

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honestly that verse was weak
u creatures on earth nothing but dirt you speak
got my own woes, no need to worry bout microphone foes
replica copies carbon flows , a mr universe with a stronghold
on this rap game
we can acheive anything map terrains adapt ta pain
when ur acting vein i'll cut ya emo tendencies out n impact ya brain
jack ya chain sell ya ur dope
a choice
is it crack or caine or hope
the voice that spoke
today ?
broke away from the stars there just a bunch a burnouts
filled with concerns doubts ?
thoughts so hot they burn ya scalp
when professor kick ya ass back to hell tell us what ya learned about
u think im concerned about ya false prophets spittin sermons now
turn around if you think you can grab my levels n turn um down
up the bass up the treble
im the ones with the strings holding up the face a gippeto
the faith of the ghetto
the whole damn page is mellow , thats why i get on stage an sell shows
ya'll talk like you sell blow ,
ur all police bitches u smell blow
strung up like a cello, pinnocio a puppet holding a puppet
just is what it is like justice **** this ur all corrupted
i spit the evolution fluid till ya brain erupted
ya'll still hooked on ya habits either cocaine or u suck dick
got a 5 leaf clover it ain't luck bitch
when i flow the truth its goose goose duck bitch
buckets a flow , ur genre groupies take a couple roofies suck dick at show
you wanna get **** rolling , u would be the type to sit on a ******* axle
every rose has its thorns ,
ur momma shoulda aborted you instead doc life supported you
untill i put a knife n fork in you ,
shatter ur life to pieces an put um in the aftermath of 911 they sortin through
bottled up ya anger threw a cork in you
used a machete couldn't afford ginsu
shaolin when the swords ensue
travel ur synapses when prof raps his scripts causes relapses shortin you



im done today pretty sure that did it Peace Tromatic step it up

Most of you think your all good, but it's ******* ridiculous how many people I have seen, copy the lyrics from 8 Mile... Get your own ****... I don't think I'll even bother typing anything here. :\

so which lyrics did I copy ???

he meant the lyrics from the very first few pages, like the ones mostly posted by "buckjoe"

..... WHICH, might I add, leads me to one question: What are you even doing here????

I am my own person. Don't nobody on here spit like me. Y'all all sound the same. Only one reppin at all is professor.

theprofessor is cool, I must admit.
My verses have got a lot more broadness and complex rhyme schemes added into them.

I can write down whatever line I can think of from the top of my head and try to find multis that more or less cover the first line so that both lines sound exactly the same or similar to each other. And THEN I use those lines to come up with ANOTHER set of rhymes to compile what I'd like to call a "chain reaction" scheme, e.g.:

"I go to my local cinema, order some boxes of popcorn
Ask the vendor to add lots of that toffee sauce
Go to the Pick 'N' Nix section, grab some nuts and some fudge, or
maybe some of those coca bottles and marshmallows
Toss them in like rocks
Stuff some chocolate in my socks
As soon as I sit down, I pull out the chocolates from the box
And chomp those fuckers up 'til my gums sore"

There's only 15-minute adverts
So I figure I can adjust my seat and flip it backwards
And rest up the spleen until my back hurts
Toy Story 3 in 3D is a class work
Buzz Lightyear just did a rocket slide on Woody and torpedoed him backwards
The violent scene makes my back jerk
Where the toys get pulled onto the ceiling by the magnets
And almost get themselves cooked into meat in the gaswork
But the squeeze toy aliens rescued them
And Lotso gets stuck onto the radiator of a refuse van
By an insanely vivacious man
It seems that Barbie now rules that Sunnyside place with her gay beau Ken

I like to play with my food, before I serve it, prepare.
This is a job, not a childrens game, four square.
In-denial homosexual, like Robbie Williams, or Prince. Bel-air
Never heard your name, but I know your wifes from our love affair.
Why am I here? You're probably all choke artists,
Ditched the rap business and become a guitarist.
Lucky you ditched it, you wouldn't make a dime,
I've made more, I'm 16, you're probably 39.

Age follows from time, yo fortune is mine
I sinisterly took it, dropped the busted lock in the box, and established the dime
Till death do us part but what is yours was already mine from the start
Critically I assess the damage I have done to no one
Yet even I can be said to serve the death master of peace
A cog caught up in the machinery of peoples beliefs waiting for a release
These kindoms of power leading people to the grave by the hour
Lost but not least do we struggle to cease to exist
A priority on the far left hand at the top of the list
A key item that should drop away fast, if we want to last
But these are just passing thoughts of what we have done

Not you professor,
but most of these people have. :\ ...
It's kinda disturbing... & I guess what I'm doing here... I'll battle some one... for fun ^_^

@Mic-Holder
Exactly, that was enough for me... Seriously, it was disturbing :\

Your birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory
You a fucken jew but i know u on acstasy [ecstasy]

hi

Aight ...ok Dbs coming at you
listen .. you might be smarter than me
and stronger than me and probably a lil bit taller than me
but its ok cause im ma admit im a midget
but i aint the midget to fidget in a real fight ,
aight did i mention me and you moma is tight
since im white, i just might beat your guts out
even when you scream and shout
when im done with you ,youll be mumbling **** no one will understand what its about
cause im smart ,
a master of the subliminal art ,
i can turn you into a fag-ass maggot un willingly
or i can get you to promote satan subliminaly
beause my minoins planned semptember 11 th
the same day they crept into the hieghest level of heaven
i might be smoking bong while writing the song
but im pretty sure dr.reed fell from the sky
because smoking weed he was so god damn high
see smoking weed aint a good deed but i need it ,
indeed i will go to hell
where i will team up with the one and only mel
gibson that is ,since im done with this song and i taught lucifer how to JIZZ in his thong ....

Fee Fi Foe Fum midgets don’t bother me none
Cause nightmares can’t run when I’m out in the sun
Creepin and crawling I’ll snatch you up by the top of your head
Then clean the dirt from your eyes, crying I’ll put you to bed
Before that psycho midget voodoo takes over your mind
And you try to drool spit up rhymes just like Patsy Cline
But the truth hurts when your told by the lyrical expert
Or just some random passerby without mud in their mouth
Saying he can control minds, and that devils and demons are real
And you’d believe it on the day the he spilled it and say that Jehovah
The maker and taker of quakers had to will it
If hell was real they’d make me a ruler over the greatest plains
Where heat boils the veins as I sit in my palace insulated by bones
In a desolate land they’d ship me your kind by millions
Murders, thieves and crappie sissy rappers to fill it in
I cannot be the only one without sin for I have hatred in my heart
I want to bust your teeth in and fill up your mouth
With all the articles of clothing that you put your seed in
But all in due time, my terrorist friend.

You're baddddd..

Float like butterfly, Sting like bee,
You don't know what hell is so don't **** with me
You aint smart enough to know left from right
but you sit there provokin fuckers- for a fight
One-day I'll find where ya live
Ringin the door bell
You answer wonderin what I got to sell
Ill tell- ya
It's a hollow point to the eye
****, welcome to hell..
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Wow, that was a terrible job -.-//

charliesforce is back for good !!!!!!!! looking forward to spitting with you guys Proff, Mic-Holder, Illustraight, Chickster

im taking the world!!!!

im sorry to say that i wont die happily
until my mind games spred through humanity
rapidly and all the insanity pratically
destroys the whole galaxy frantically
you humans dont baffle me
so call for your cavalry
and watch the whole army disentigrate rapidly
either start increasing my salary gradually
or you might aswell automatically run and burn all those calories
ill ecstatically pop you like balloons dramatically
savagely attack the moon systematically
this aint the climax but you still witnessed catastrophe

grandads flipped like acrobats
no democrats can stop this savage attack
better watch your back coz my brains kinda cracked
mentally twisted but my skulls still intact
i still aint even stacked the income from the charity