Neverending Rap Battle

Yo fucka, wocka flocka,
You left your brain in the back of your locker,
Your in your own world,
Put your head in the lavatory, let it swirl,
In your world, hobos get green like kids get cavities,
Me, I smoke the earth scene, here, have a tree,
Say 'You blazed the Amazon', flatter me,
I'm like The Prince and the P,
I test mattresses like I test dreams,
You just got skooled, that's how your life seems,
I'm so hot I sweat steam.

i got ya hooked
u stupid crook
em not afraid ov your stupid terrorism
i got my own gymnasium
my neck naped?
ohh i love mah cape
you illustrated mah death
when i just rated your death

em sippin energy drink ehh?

take this!
em here no wat i say but i just can't touch the ground
while my hand is 900 pound

eat peas brocolli and beans
which will make u a teen

what freak you r
craze of my trick u r!

my brain's in a locker next 2 yours
time to get smashed this time its totally yours

em in ma own world
cause i lost your skull

messin with me
is
like a lesson u need

You talk about 900 pounds,
I'll fill ya wiv 900 rounds,
Lets take a cruise of the town,
I'll show ya wat life's about,
Let's go lunch, you can eat fists like you eat crisps,
Take a piss, I'll show you wat masculinity is,
You talk of 'tricks', well revise your magic, i'm a winner,
You should disappear like the greens in your dinner,
Your a mad man, speakin' to yourself like a narcissist in a mirror.

enough 4 today
em busy yo cruday

rap 2 yah tomorrow
ask myself i had no sorrow

i have to go
or they'll start a show

by the way to tell you em only 12
and you're like an elfe

I'll show you how to put 'rap' into 'rapper' like dinner into a diner,
Not bad for a minor, too bad it's just cheesy jokes and a one liner.

And I'm 16,
And you got a sick spleen,
I'll rip it out in my dreams.

speakin of dream
em tastin the cream

you saw an evil in your dream
yeah thats me thats me

i did'nt spear any cream
4 u eat in dream

em jettin this ****
you're packin your kit

note:reale i really am only 12 and i really am busy

sayin bye to reale
i em really clear

bubye is what i say
bed is on which u lay
bye

Yh and im really 16,
I'm a giant compared to your wiener,
The grass on the other side aint any greener,
Bruv, i connect ppl like carabiners,
I move mountains, same way you move wieners.

Tomorrow is another day, in a bit bruv.

wocka flocka, I'm obviously wasting my time battling you.
You're just so feeble it's incredible, and I didn't even have to put THAT in a rhyme. Forget it, buddy.

you all suck try an battle me or shut the **** up !!!

this is a rap battle
not a crap battle

we're made of metal
and you're not even settled

you're like rippin
but tell me man r we frikin?

i have a gun in my hand
u have bun in your brand
i'm messin with you man
r u makin a clan?
cause em breakin your hand
the plaine is landing on land

Yo professor, this is a confessional,
I'm feelin' guilty coz wen I left, your mum's head was full,
But, I'm cold like metal, I don't feel remorse,
Bullets buzzin' round your head like a centripetal force,
And you can't get rid of me, I'm like an itch you can't scratch,
My metal ravages your backbone and bile seeps out your back,
I've come with an infection, I'm part of the disease,
Foreigners feel the power of my words radiating overseas,
They're addicted, sniffin' my clothes, wanna get high on me,
Now they're hallucinating, they think the prof is high on p,
Go back to your big books and tuck your shirt in your shorts,
See a g, so you fumble and mumble, phonin' nerd support,
Go back to your lab, test subjects and cackle while your watchin' rat sex,
Your full of **** and battered bits, you chat it like your ass is your neck,
Don't get vexed, but I checked my 'To Do' list, and your ass is next.

And don't think you dodged the line of fire,
You're still entertainment, my comedy supplier,
I own your weak ass and you're not for hire,
Boys rape you and you start to sing like a girl in the choir,
Look out for the reaper, I think your life is about to expire.

Hey, prof; I've signed on to my16bars.com doing my thing.

Illustraight, I'm straight like a ruler
That stretches for metres like driving a motorway on a scooter
Or a speed car
Because that's far and long my talent spreads
Yo, I got a massive head full of wit and imagination
So please pass the paper
And let me scribble a few notes; let it expand a few acres
Or hectares like I was buying a piece of land
To build a house on
How come, how long - is my talent gonna go on? Past forever
Or probably until the end of the universe and the world is smashed to segments
I'm breaking up, I'm shaking up, I'm making up
sentences as I go along, no matter if they sound lame or dumb
Yo, I got an aching bum
I just came back from, the doctor's, who said I got constipation
From shitting too much rhymes out like faeces
Pissing too much lines out like wee-wee
I know that line sounds too seedy
That's how really, disgusting I am
An obscene, cheeky bugger - a revolting little fag
Yes, I am a little fag
So pass me a cigarette, and let me smoke - 'cause I could do with a drag
This freestyle is coming off the dome, my rhymes are unequalled
So you can go jump off St. Paul's Cathedral
Because your talent will never match mine
Little kids, it's past nap-time
Brushed your teeth? That's fine
Now go to bed and let the grown folks do their business
You little naughty, nasty, stupid children
Oh? You wanna talk back?
Nah, Jack - I'll give you a hard smack, do you want that?
Don't bark-chat, or even back-chat
Little gay kid
You chat from your ass, I don't even know where your frickin' face is
Maybe it's somewhere down your throat
You've gone overboard - I just pushed you out the boat
Now you're drowning, ho!
Going down slow, to the bottom of the ocean floor
Where the little fishies, maggots and the gulpers are
And they're swimming below your arms, your toes and palms
Around your genitalia, your feet and your odorous parts
The way they swim around you is so bizarre
They're just trying to find out where your scrotums are
Or vagina, if you're a woman
Give you tentacle rape, until you're coming, and your clit is numbing
The sharks come and kick you in the stomach
Lick you with their fins and tongues and
I'm going deep underground, way below my depth
My flow is messed
Like a broken water tap, and my clothes are wet
Wait, hold the set!
I need to go to the toilet - I can't control this ****
Go and piss, before I soil myself
And my bladder as sore as hell
Listen .... with your ears open, kid
I'm probably gonna carry on with this flowing ****
Hoping someone will notice it
Maybe next year I'll appear on your poster flick
Next to Jay Sean and Rishi Rich
Who knows? You know, I know, they know
No, they don't know .... or do they?

Just something fresh off the head - I know it sounds STUPID.

lol not bad..

Brrrrrrappp! Rap? It's a little bit crap,
Better off bleeding your agro with a friendly little fap.
It's sexist and racist, don't you think bitches and niggers?
So much of it is arguing whose testicles might just be bigger.
**** it, I'll chuck it in and get a girl,
And see if life ain't better giving friendliness a whirl.
So keep dealing, keep stealing and playing with your guns.
I was five when I gave up with playing cowboys and injuns.
Life's too short for hating and stating you're the best there's been
When really all of it's to hide you have a tiny peen.
A rapper is a slacker who couldn't get a real job,
Or friends, or life, or joy, or wife (cos of that ickle baby-knob).
Rappers say they're hard, so hard, so motherfucking ill.
Well guess what you pikey mug? A real life is harder still.