Neverending Rap Battle

Yeah shits fresh man

im addicted to vicious spitting brilliant tricks with lyricism
if you aint feeling this musician snip bitches like its circumsition
words of wisdom clearly aint enough for you to learn my mission
this is sickness ripping and killing your brain cells im picking
each like a fisherman whipping his inches of wood in the sea that your swimming in
all these kids and women wintnessing the imerging of internal rage
im burning every word and page of rules in the rap game today
earning my earnings through merking the souls that are lerking
around the whole where im learning my trade
captive in a passage rapping and planning a savage and ravage attack
on the wack rappers now days
erratic madness cracking my eardrums whilst i rap on the static
bagdad to hampstead they understand the true meaning of panic
when the manic animal slaps a rap on the ******* machine
lyrics stuffed in my jeans, show me something or leave
best beleive when your ******* with me your rucking with the baddest 15 year old emcee you will ever see
i dont meditate for peace, i elevate and demonstraight how to create pain and urgency
with obsurd words your urging me to certainly react verbally merk you
on a count lyrical murder g

I feel upstaged with this pent-up rage that I’ve got caged
Inside my blood veins - and it’s risin’ at a sharp rate
Sufferin’ a puffed face
Explodin’ with the bloodstains and cum stains like a nut-case
All over the fuckin’ place
I got a butt-ache, I can’t even get my butt straight
‘Cause it’s round like a cupcake
I can’t even bust weight ‘cause I don’t take drugs, wait!
But I do take pills to make my nuts raise up-ways
Like an avenue goin’ up straight
Or an American superhighway headin’ upstate
But my fetish is misunderstood, you must make a mus-take
Or mis-take, an error
Read me the wrong way and you might end up in a dark place
With your nuts blazed and a stuffed face
I’ve been humiliated too many times, I’ve saved enough face
Got aspirations big enough to cover Pompeii
Stretches for miles from London all the way to Bombay
I think I’ve spat enough liquid to clean up one’s plate

Go on then, how's about another verse?


I’m not a street thug, but I kick it live like a concert
And if a faggot acts up, then I just use a Mausberg (*gunshot*)
My entire arm hurts, ‘cause I let the firearm jerk
My arm is on fire and damn it, my arm burns
I’m filled with rage – I’m dangerous when I reel the gauge
And spill your brains on the pavement like a ketchup stain
Charlie supplied me with the guns
Mic-holder supplied me with the bullets
And I just go ahead and pull it (*gunshot*)
Meanwhile, every single dude is just scatterin’
Goin’ bananas like Donkey Kong doin’ a barrel spin
Abused by this savage kid - a violent marauder who’s loose with the cannon grip
Blowin’ your boots and pants to bits
I’m Captain Hook – blowin’ fuckers to smithereens
A most violent psychotic human bein’ you’ve ever seen
Make way for Norman Bates - 'cause he’s returned to the scene with a larger blade
And wearin’ war-paint on his face

just call me a mastermind
witha mic im like einstein with barz to rhyme
these bastards are past their time
and now my hearts like glass itll start to shine
im starting to show my class
whizzing past every last emcee thats miles behind
pardon my harsh lines tonight
coz im full.....but these ******* bitches aint worth half a pint
ill make this ******* war scene seem like vietnam on ice
ive mastered the art of harming flies
you wont last past a minute in charlies sight
check your cards not mine
my deck is looking fine
time to show the inspector my package is sublime
will i mange to spew rhymes
or will i vanish in due time
i aint spitting raps for dimes
i ripping tracks coz thats my life
one of these days ima blow explode lyrically erode
your whole team you role with at your shows so im just
letting you know before i grow justa bout enough composure
to let go
im growing older lyrics are colder
rolling like a bolder
ill give you about another mobo before your get rolled over
less chance of surviving then my dad getting sober
im ******* sick to my teeth, my gums been bit by a cobra(game over)
so tell obama change will come coz were here to stay for a sleep over

yh i know im white scum
been rhyming since young
my minds kinda numbed from lighting the skunk
dont mind if im dumb, coz ill fight any ****
with a knife or a gun if hed like to get slumped
dont act erratic, its madness
ill show all you faggits the true meaning of panic
whether black or hispanic or a cracked white on acid
im a lyrical hazard that needs to be banished

i gotta head full of brain, and yeah the girls love it
their clit goes insane the way i suck and rub it
no Maccy d's but a kfc bucket
loose and pink, no Ms piggy muppet

ive gotta prove what im worth
conclude every verse with a boom to be heard
when im spewing my words i assume its a curse
coz all the dudes that i merk leave drooling disturbed
dropped to the curb with their tooth in the dirt
im moving you pricks like a broom sweeping turds
the rule is if ya got the nerve to improve what you learnt
grab the mic and start shooting your verbs
theres no room in this booth for the truth to be heard
this girls think what it takes to be spitters
they gott me going nuts in the game-no snickers

I've a Horse outside.........

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wave your bally brap, act like ya made a strally clap
**** a happy slap, ill get a paddy wacked
give this dog a bone
im hitting home, smoking hydro till my chromozones
explode and im left as a souless ghost on my own
this guys a gangster coz he stole a phone
hes hoping his mother dont know
she will never love "em no more
he knows respects brings friends, he dont know friends bring trouble
the dead ends pending like his facebook couple
he makes that he aint shook in endz hes comfortable
his bredrinz mug a fool for his pension and over sorts
he dont care for his brothers thoughts, hes just there as a scuff support
what use is flesh and blood undertaking a gun assault
the ******* **** is too gullable

round hear there no thing as civilized
kill or die in given time living lives are minimized
i aint spitting lies every night is a sight through a killers eyes
finished guys in the skies
wishing they never had to swing a knife
kids commiting crime making sure that dinner time
is filled with delicious spice
fit a disguise or risk your life on the brink of a knife
ina blink of an eye get stinged sink and then die
im witnessing viciousness finishing bitches who got into beef
they aint willing to bring,
so now their in for a good sting when their slipping

they think there seeing illusions
confused as they move through the roots of booky and noosence
feel like they been moving for ages, look back only see only one shoeprint
these tumours are growing in numbers, will they succumb to their hunger like cougars
is he done, running is useless
gun placed on his toungue- these mans manerisms are ruthless
brings all his **** out like its mucus
skip a frame and hes left on the pave toothless

I spit a lot of truth, my image is hard to construe
I’m doin’ a live report – this is the Ten O’Clock News
And I’m the newscaster like BBC’s Moira Stewart
I think the bullshit all around this sweet boy is stupid
They’re all wishin’ I’d be destroyed and spit at
I don’t fit into society – they just fill a void and tick that
Mark my words – noughts, crosses or half-points
This whole autism thing is comin’ to a mass point
Where it cannot be tolerated any more than it needs to
The jokes, the insults and the misconceptions are feeble
My interceptions are merely meagre
They’ve never seen a independent peer this eager
To climb on top of the ladder
They throw him under the bus halfway, hopin’ his whole world just shatters
Like pieces of a garden vase when knocked off the shelf
How much longer is he gonna cry with open arms for help?
Maybe the day that he dies?
Maybe the day that he lies and curls up into a ball
With both hands coverin’ his eyes?
Sendin’ a message by mobile proves helpless
It’s hard just attemptin’ to garner attention – while movin’ steathless
Who’s gonna help him?
They all just use him and belt him with the hardest move they can muster
Whether they boot him or welt him
They’re all tryin’ to get together as a group just to melt him
They all knew the boy was weird just as soon as they smelt him

round hear there no thing as civilized
kill or die in given time living lives are minimized
i aint spitting lies every night is a sight through a killers eyes
finished guys in the skies
wishing they never had to swing a knife
kids commiting crime making sure that dinner time
is filled with delicious spice
fit a disguise or risk your life on the brink of a knife
ina blink of an eye get stinged sink and then die
vizualize being victimized, hit n' sliced for the things you bring at night
this **** is a picture you dont wanna memorize
5 10 20 guys run up on you with the metal 9
ignite several lights through your spine as your wrestle time flying by
crying eyes witnessing the death of a another gental guy
and the mental minds who done this, pedal off to disect another general life

just call me sadistic
ripping bitches on my hitlist is simply my instinct
im on the brink of extinction coz im sick of the silly pricks
who wont stop wining and whinging
did i mention im switching my engine
im double timing these rhymers who wanna fly with the flyest survivors
whilst there there just myming their cyphers im high as a kite just writing

the road was looking empty,
i was broke and noone could mend me
being friendly wouldnt barely get me to shredding emcees by the plenty
oh how i envy the many men on the tele
where would that get me?
burying friends in the cemetary
that **** ******* scared me,
so i picked the stick up till the ink cartridge was empty
and my hand turned to jelly
gently let my head express its heavy message to every
stressed bitch who think that their just a dead beat
just look at makaveli
his exemplory poetry could inspire any
now i realise i can furfill my ambition
such a surreal appasition
infact my mission to rap on tracks and kill off opposition
im still holding position until i gotta foothold on all musicians
willing to try tackle raps new actual example of a rapmatician

my anger controls me
hold me away ima bout to ******* blow g
cant turn back to the old me, lonely with no hope
ive always been the same
**** brain witha mind frame i cant contain
sorrounded by cocaine same old names playing poke games
it wont change, these folks dont know my lifes over
despite a cold shoulder my lifes as chilled as hells owner
dads stocking bells vomiting till half twelve










you can try and make sense outta this mental deranged brain i contain

I got flow like a river,
I'm a taker not giver,
But I'll take it like an alcoholic's liver,
So you can throw **** out at me,
but i'll take it don't you see,
i crush opposition like it's a game for me,
one after another, it's all the same you see.
I'm crushing 1 guy, 2 guy, 3 guy and 4,
I'm the most destructive emcee you bitches ever saw,
and i couldn't care less what you people thought,
won't stop me calling your dad gay, or your mum a whore.

As I look down at the blank page and try to write,
My mind grows bright, and I see the light,
Lyrics scroll across my vision,
But I wait... hold before I make the first incision,
Because I’m a man on a mission,
and it may be new to me, but traditionally,
I’m unconditionally accepted to be,
The best and only,
So I wait, hold my time, try to abate, the state that is mine,
Try to flow in the moment,
Always the showman,
Nothing to hold on but my dreams of flying,
Never stop trying to reach for the sky an’,
Never admit that you’re wrong,
But come back way more strong,
With a catchier song, make it long,
And try to make it last out the night,
And I blast left and right,
Words toxic like a biohazard,
Mess with me and you gonna get battered,
Like your favourite dish, wouldn’t be surprised if your final wish,
Was to stuff your fat face with chips and fish.
But I need inspiration, something to anger me, set me off my station,
The state of the nation, lack of determination,
Causing frustration,
And makes my lyrics potent,
When you hear it hell bent,
On destruction of property,
But less angry than this lyrical mockery,
That I spit with no remorse,
If called upon I will have to use deadly force,
Authorised like I’m 007,
The only reason that you ain’t going straight to heaven,
Is cos you’re going to hell, the devil’s already got his own cell,
Lined up for you, for everything you do, and think too,
And you’re trying to stutter through this rap,
Yes you’re crap, I’ve got to say,
it might not be your day, but anyway,
I wouldn’t stay if I were you,
I’d run as fast as my fat legs could carry me too,
so shoo bitch and get out the way, get out the way bitch you best not stay.
Cos your lyrics have no meaning, you got nothing to say.

yo bud you must me gay
its seems to me you talk about cock all day
Oh get your crew i fight all of you
i know you aint nothing but some punk ass bitch
ill **** you up cuz you a rat snitch
so next time u think about spiting a ryhme
think twice cuz ill be on your girls behind