Neverending Rap Battle

You're about as hard as a bag of ice in the sun
yo, i'm slicin with puns and you'll be lucky to be alive when my writing is done
i'm the frightening one, so get frightened and run
my text pack punches like rifles and guns (your chances of winnin' are unlikely to none)

my skills are enormous, just like the odds against you
you're only dreamin to beat me kid, somebody better pinch you
before i grab a Ginsu and put some slits to a bitch dude
leavin vent tubes for bloody lung tissue to vent through

like a virgin on the rag, my flow is tight
i melt mics
while you get tricked out like
young hoes to dykes and "west coast motorbikes"

charlie, you can't phase me, so don't even try to pop lips
if ya asshole was on fire, you still couldn't drop hot ****
you might win a battle, but this one is not it
cause ima light you on fire then put you out with an ice-pick

i'm through with you and this battle is over
you're outta luck kid, you better get some clover
my lyrical arm bar jus shattered your shoulder
next time, think twice before you battle a soldier

that was literally one of my favourite raps ive seen on hear for ageeeeeees, nice one!
i diddnt expect that so i diddnt put time into my verse but ill come stronger next verse!

Aight cool man

You talkin like you a tall dude but you probably a midget
oh my God you gotta be kiddin, you jus spent ya check on lottery tickets
you sad bitch, i heard you got caught jerkin off to pictures of Brad Pitt
now that's some fag ****, damn, you like to gag on dicks
you wear pampers, so when you walk it sounds like da wrapper on a bag of chips
and who da **** is you suppose to be dissin anyway
you claim ima pussy, but that's not what my semi say
you have nothin to ask me fag, i don't respect dudes that wear maxi pads
that's why you gonna get thrown off da buildin right on top of a taxi cab
then ima jump in da drivers seat and turn da meter on
crank up da stereo roll up da windows and turn da heater on
jump back out and scream like there's a suicide
da cops started clappin when they found out it was you that died
so i guess i jus got away with a sick one, cause i'm sick son
now i can go slide in ya bitches thick buns and give her this dick cum
don't get mad cause i found out you sleep at local rest shops
at night ya break in peoples houses just to use they desktop
come in my crib, i'll putchu in da headlock until ya neck pops
reverse it, and DDT ya fuckin wig on my xbox
throw you out da door and aim my gun for a direct shot
i betchu you'll look at da mailbox before you do ya next plot

Jewish are you? Take the money from under your mattress.
as I type this i'm stroking my Hitler mustache.
Like your mother stroked my dick for crack.
It's not that she's fat, but now that tires on my car are flat!
I worked in a circus and never saw the rapping Jew.
I typed in "Holocaust" and saw a picture of you.
I'm glad you could take a 20 minuted break from porn to rhyme this,
'cause if you didn't I would have had to outrhyme that damn black kid!
I assume you're a jew because your alchoholic, Mexican stepfather named "Jesus" sexually abuses you!
I'm sorry, that was just a little bit rash,
It's not rape 'cause he pays you in cash.

I don't make mistakes, i'll break ya face then shake the case
half of you fakes should get erased for being a waste of space
i never take a break for hustling cause it's a everyday struggle
i bark so hard you could still hear me if i had on a muzzle
in da streets i've got all of da pieces to the puzzle
my d-line sackin your QB makin him fumble
rhymes attackin you in 3D gotchu ready to rumble
i'll put my hand over ya mouth and make you pass out
hang you over a alley dumpster exposin your ass out
then call the garbage truck to come take the trash out
cause you homeless and always askin your friend can you cash out
immediately easily lil whip ya ass repeatedly
for spittin cheesy rhymes that should've been made discreetly
plus you keep yourself you can beat me
until i come 3 deep and swell ya head up like mario and luigi
mad cause you see me everytime ya turn on ya tv
your like pee-wee jerkin off sayin my name while playin witcha pee-pee

haha peace

**** you I don't cook
I get it served to me, look
You aint all that you just make a ramble
You might as well throw it away
like your going to gamble.
You like to think your **** don't stink
I'll poop in your tub then ask for a drink.
Regurgitate the burger plate, and then puke on your date.
Make you pay the bill cuz your bitch is ugly and mines an 8.
Levitate, head of steam, graduate, triple beam, damn it's great.
"N.O." this ain't nelly this ain't a dream
Can you feel me? really?
NO team can be as silly as me
I'm like a Dill pickle tickling the scene.
Picking out which one of you I want to be mean to
A piece of you I'm right in front of you
flowing around like a blunt'll do
about to blow up just gimmie a month or 2
I'm punching you right in the mouth.

If you’re punchin’ me in the mouth, I’ll punch you right back
I may not be much of a contest - I got the guts to fight back
‘Cause I got the brass knuckles just like Nelly
You can get your ass scuffled and macheted
And just with these first four lines, I reckon I’ve fucked you up already
You got the front TO front, you got a lot of stomach just like jelly
A cheap blunt smoker with lots of pot-belly
You need a month or two to blow up - don’t tell me this chump is STILL not ready?!
GODDAMN ****, BREDREN!!!!!
What did you do for two months?! Get banged in PRISON?!
Get a job as a babysitter bitch-slappin’ children?!
Or even worse, KIDNAPPIN’ children?!
Oh, wait a minute!
I know what you’re gonna say – you and my girlfriend got intimate
One thing led to another, you played with her pussy and stuck your dick in it
Bought a big house in the country, and she had kids in it
Well, hey, I guess it DID take you all that time to blow up, didn’t it?
And yo, my **** DOESN’T stink! In fact, it fuckin’ REEKS!
It has the stenchy odour of your battered gums and teeth
And to put up with that smell is pretty bad enough for me
I reckon I’ve sussed you out, and that’s got you mad as **** at me
I DO make a ramble – so excuse my blabberin’
ABDBIDAIDHBADHGKJKSHDKSHDKHSDJKHDAHK – dude, what’s happenin’?
Oh, Christ, now I’m ramblin’ as heavy as you
But hey, give credit where credit is due – thanks, dude!

I'll Rip Any Emcee That's Tryin To Trick Me With Fake Raps
Mic Holder Will Come Strapped With 8 Gats And Push Ya Face Back
All These Wannabe Gangsters Acting Like They So Tough
Soft Ass Prankstas Tryin To Sabotage My Flow Will Get No Luck
Fuckin Amatuers Have No Stamina To Battle Da Rude Champ
You Dudes Amped, But Ya Rhymes Is Cheap As A Food Stamp
There's No Stoppin Me, Cause My Prophecy Is A Lyrical Odyssey
So Stop Cock Blockin Me Before I Make You Do A Public Apology
I Gotta Pump Pistol Grip That'll Make You Jump And Kick
**** With Me, I'll Dump Ya Chick Right Up In My Trunk And ****
BITCH

You Don't Want It With Me Man

Plain And Simple, Ima Be Spittin Forever
Shine, Bright Enough But This Stars' To Distant To Measure
Past All That Trash Rappin, Skills I'm Busy Teachin
Poison Any On Every Track I Sink My Teeth In
I Write Books Of Magic, You Can't Even Cast A Spell
Trace My Footsteps And You'll Find The Path To Hell
My Rhymes Science Defends, **** A 500 Benz I Got 500 pens
With Reps For Puttin Crews To Sleep Like Lions In Dens
Walk With Giants Of Men, Type To Rip You Open Whores
My 16's Will Crush You Like Gravity On The Ocean Floor
Potent Raw, Intelligence Combined With Madness
Have The Whole Family Holdin Hands Besides Ya Casket
I Ride The Track Bitch, And Never Let The MIC Go
Cold As Ice Flow, Labeled As The Sickest Myestro
**** Any Crew Who Wanna Battle, I'm Condemin Ya Set
My Words Are Tighter Than Where Ya Muscles And Tendons Connect

Peow! Peow!

Yo! Back Again!

I'm With A Bitch Smokin On Weed Sack Cause I Needs That
I Push Her Knees Back Cause Ima Make My Nutees Slap
She Said Freeze Cat Before We Begin Can You Please Rap
I Was Like Geez, Is This Some Kind Of A Tease Trap
So I Started Freestylin Bout My Nut And ****
Got All In It Explaining On How Ima **** A Bitch
She Moaned, "I Like That Papi, Now Suck Da Clit"
I Paused, And Said I Don't Know If I Should Be Trustin This
What If You Live A Foul, And Ya Pussy Puss My Lips
Then Ima Have To Come Find Your Ass And Buss A Clip
She Giggled, And Said Awww Come On I'm Clean, Not A Faker, Jerk
Said To Myself, That's What They All Say, I Wanna See Some Paper Work
Do You Got Any Disease That I Should Be Aware Of
I Had To Ask, If She Got Mad I Didn't Really Care, Cuzz
Cause I'm On The Safety **** When It Comes To Gettin Sick
Because Of A Trickin Bitch That's Tryna Splitcha Dick

Yo Be Back At Ya Emcees, I Got Some Liquor To Finish

No Homo!
Verse1
Picture Me, Rockin A Throwback Jersey
At A Club Chillin, Suddenly Some Fag Nerdin

From The Back Told His Boy That's Mic Holder There See
He Hurried To My Side Jus To Fuckin Ask If I Was Thirsty

Watchu Think...Since I'm From Johanessburg yo
That Ima Jump At A Chance To Get My Fudge Packed By This Ho?

**** Yo, Dicks Are For Chicks Bro, So Let This **** Be Known
I Spit From The Soul But That Don't Mean I Got A Deep Throat

************ I'm Mic Holder, From The Dungeon Of Love
And All You Fathers Can Take Comfort In The Fact I Ain't Fuckin Ya Son

I Got A Hundred Other Bitches I'd Be Lovin To Stuff
And Your Dick Havin Ass Really Ain't Got Nothin On 'em

So Get Off My Dick, Send Me Your Sis If She's Down To Blow, Though
She'll Have My Ball By The String Like A Yo-Yo

Most Rappers Today Barely Above Wack...Jus So So
But These Two Dudes Are Real And Rappin This Track...No Homo

Verse2
Fake Players Stay In Pussy, With Or Without A Spouse
No Homo Bitches In Polo Comin Out The South

If I Don't Know You, I Ain't Hangin Around Your Couch
So If You Thinkin Bout This Dick, Then Get The Taste Out Your Mouth

If That's How You Get Down, We Aint Talkin Bout Nothin
Lustin And Crushin Over Men, How Disgustin

It's Nasty, It's Ick, You'd Suck Fourteen Dicks For A Dozen
Because You Love It, Lookin For Somethin
To Wear For Nut Huntin

Cum Suckin Sluts Anywhere, And Yall Tryin To Take It Over
Done Smoked Too Much Stuff Cut With bakin Soda, Who Plays It Colder

A Gay Basher, Hate Me All You Want, It's Ten More Lookin Over Your Shoulder
Down Here They Bury You, Or Burn You In A Slow Smolder

Don't Look At Me, To All Yall Fags Yall Can "Can It"
If Not, Look Down This Muzzle, Then Panic

You're Right, I Ain't Gotta Be Rude But My Stomach Can't Stand It
Like Branden Stan Said, I'm A Boy, DAMNIT!

Verse3
Yo I Don't Mind A College Girl But I Prefer An Older Chick
A Seasoned Vet One, Who Knows How To Hold A Dick

A Hustlin Bitch, One's Who's Done Hold A Brick
And Fold A Grip Cause She Knows How To Control The Strip

And I Don't Trip...if You're The Type That Like To Put From The Rough
I Guess I'm Jus Not Tough Enough To Take It Up The Butt

Nah, I Don't Get Down Like That, Take It In The Brown Round Like That
I've Always Been A Pussy Hound After My Eyes Found The Cat

So When I Say No Homo...Man I Mean It
No Homo! No Homo! Damn Do I Have To Scream It

I Don't Mean To Be Mean But That Sick **** Makes Me Squimish
Me Play For Your Faggoty Team? Quit Dreamin

You Can't Have My Seamen...But Your Sister Can
She Can Suck Me Up Quicker Than A Twister Can

But Just Listen Man, I'm Not Tripped Or Dissin Man
But Come At Me With That Gay **** And Headed For Distant Hands

Verse4
I Know You're Envious, Wanna Walk In My Shoes
But You'd Walk Your Ass Right To Chalk Line On The Nightly News

I Know Your Slightly New And Dyin For Views
But Fuckin With Me,Your Just Tryin To Lose

I Don't Have Room For Dick Riders, I Get Pussy Homie
So Jump Off The Dick, And Back Away Slowly

I Don't **** With Manline, I'm Not Mick Foley
Jus Apologize And We Can Wrap Up This Beef Like Ravioli

You Faggots Are All Clowns, Your Flows Bozo
Now Ima Get Locked Up On Sodomy Charges From Gettin At That Ass
NO HOMO!...


Yo **** I'm Tired

only way this is gonna end u either loose or learn
u losers burned
rubbed the wrong way forgot the lubriderm
ya'll ain't got the drive , ya steering wheel locks
real talk
you loose ur turn
u either booze or burn
ain't got enough common cents , u need to choose ur earn? urn?
put shoes on ya tounges
u bin running ur mouths off so fast ya shoe's u'll burn
feet in ya mouth
you ain't kicking it
watch what ya speaking about
got ya minds eye peeping it
ya knee deep in it
R U saving egg cartons
to build ya sound booth
prof got locked once or twice never beg pardons
r u real is ya mouth sound proof
u sound Poof
disappear
when fists appear
a real emcee in the game when this appear
his flow flood u with emotion aint jist a tear
cut throats , blood flow ,
u think u have drug money cause u buck coke
u either suck or choke
mofucka's broke
like ya dad is
ya'll lined for the pen like the pad is
still in it for the same reason ain't just making a name
ain't just making a claim
to fame
making a change
got enough common sense to be making dollars
taking ya chains an lock this **** up
you could'nt cum up in this game if ya cock jst spit up
a viagra pill
ya'll live in a place i call haterville
prof's birth certificate
grimm the reaper , to be specific scripts that r made ta kill

haha PEACE Yo Proff

ya'll can rate it I don't even care ya'll go after me for a reason !!!!

That Speaks for itself ;P bahahaha

Think You Got The Skills? You Better Open Your Eyes
I'll Split Ya Head Wider Than The Space Between Ya Lines
So Many Chase Raps Yet The Cats Still Around
I Ain't A Vet But In One Verse I'll Put This Dog Down
I'm A Straight Bitch Killer, If You Weak I'll Show It
You The Type Dude That Spit A Beat After Askin To Slow It
Claimin It's Old School But You Just Ain't Slick Like Butter
Ya Verses So Far Apart Looks Like Ya Keyboard Pack A Stutter
You Take This Serious This Is Me Clowning Around
Jus Another Example Of The Dollar Bein Weaker Than The Pound
You Can Reply To This With The Rhymes You Pre-Planned
But After Change Ya Name To Pan Cause Ya Punches Never-Land

Yo Holla Back

ill reply to are battle tonight, ive spent the last 2 days in a police cell!

What for?

abh (ACTUAL BODILY HARM)
me and some friends left some guy with a broken nose black eyes and a split head, he started on one of my boys..but being in a police cell is the worst thing ever, u just sit in a tiny room with a toilet with no paper and a tiny single matress.

Aight tonight then man

Mic holder as the "HEAD DOCTOR"
" I don't get paid enough for this ****"

Charlie as himself

HEAD DOCTOR:
now Charlie, everythin we discuss here today will be confidential. I won't tell nobody, you can trust me. I can tell by just lookin at you man, you done had some problems with ya momma or some ****, huh? Got touched or inappopriately by ya pops, uncle, cell mates or somethin

CHARLIE:
well, to be honest, i'm not a real emcee, text or othewise. **** dude, i don't even like this rap crap, i mean i tried it, but truth is...

My Skills Stay Behind Like Dog Nuts, I'm Jus A Weak Bitch
The Wackest AB2K Herbs' Stay In Front Of Me Like a Pre-Fix
I'm Envious The Way They See ****, Speakin That Deep ****
I'm Only As Hard A Tevin Campbell On The Sound Rack Of A PG Flick
In Every Post I Hate, To Compensate For Insecurities
Cause When I Try To Rhyme, My Talent Levels On Obscurity
I Hate My Life, I Find My Whole Existance Insubstantial
My Custom Title Say It All, Sometimes Its Jus Financial
I Frequent Disses Of Real Emcees Cause Mind Are Godforsaken
Seduded And Sequestered I Was Blatently Mistaken

HEAD DOCTOR:
damn, i was right, thats some sad ass **** man...
so, what your sayin is, your life ain't ****.

CHARLIE:
uuh, yeah, i guess thats right

HEAD DOCTOR:
well ****, at least your honest with yourself, so...

Don't Be Ashamed, No Matter How Pathetic Your Composite
The First Step To Recovery Bitch Is, Comin Out The Closet
Your A Fag so? Well All Know Someone Who "Sucks Dick For Friends"
And We All Know Kids Who Say They This Or That But Jus Pretends
Just Try To Shut Your Herpe Blistered Trap, Be Less Aggressive
And You Won't Get Raped Again For Bein So Sexually Suggestive
Your Oppressive Behavior Seems To Be Directly Linked To Ya Penis
It's Small, But So? God Blessed you With The Gift Of Cunninglingus
I Red Your Just A "He-Mrs" Claimin He-Vicious
I Understand Why You Hide Behind A Click Of Aliases
(Charlesmanson)

CHARLIE;
doc, you so right...
How i see why You're over there and i'm over here...Or should i say, why you're

Over My Head Like Aviation But I Still Don't 'Understand'
Though "I'd Rather Be Under'a'man"
Thank You Doc, I Owe You My Life, I Think I'll Go Take It Myself

HEAD DOCTOR:
Not Before You Pay Me For Your Fucked Up Mental Health
You're A Loser, Doesn't It Feel Good To Finally Say It, Aloud?
Now You Can Even Be Proud To Be So "Not Well-Endowed"

now let's try Pathetic...say it...say your pathetic

CHARLIE:
Pathetic!!! I'm Pathetic!!!
There, You Happy Now, I Said It

HEAD DOCTOR:
Yeah I'm Happy Bitch You Said It-
Twice, And Didn't Even Regret It
You Fake As A Prosthetic, We're All Glad We're Not You
I Bet You Felt Like A Prostitu By The Time I Finally Got Through
But Smack Ya Fuckin Self, If You Succumb To Your Afflication
It's Over Now, You NUTS, So Try And Conquer Your aDICKtion

CHARLIE:
Thanks Doc, I Really Needed That, I Know I'm Wack, I'm Leavin
Can't Help I Hate On Everyone For No Apparent Reason
I'm A Weak Minded Son Of A Whore, My Issues Run Too Deep
My Raps Is Borin, When Real Emcees Hear Me They Just Want To Sleep
I Hated On Real Emcees And I'm Ashamed That I Had Did It
But At Least Now I Know Why, And I'm Woman Enough To Admit It

HEAD DOCTOR:
yeah whatever bitch...Gimme my motherfuckin money...
i don't want no patient like you ever

(kicks Charlie in da ass on his way out tha door)...

"Yo Chralie Im Drunk...So I Wont Be Online Fro Tha Btatle, knwo Waht Im Saying...So You Jus Laeve A Diss, i'll Retalaite"...Paece Yall Emcees