Neverending Rap Battle

My beat to this song is Patiently Waiting by 50.
I use my studio every other day of the week, I have to work it around my work schedule
And yes I have a mixtape going, I can send you my songs so far the "mp3" of it. I have 3 songs recorded. Do you want to hear um?

Yes, I do want to here your art. You can send the mp3 through the message. I'd prefer.

Aight, I'll send it soon.

yo how's everyone doin? love all ya'll music. Espically bambino, whitmofo, and charlies. maybe we can collab?

Stop.

Where did that come from?

Why u gotta hate 

(Hook)
Why u gotta hate 
Is It cuz of my estate  
Why u gotta hate 
Is it the girls I date
Why u gotta hate
Is it cuz u can't relate 
Well to bad u gonna have to wait 
But one last question why u gotta hate?

(Verse 1)
I spit fire people call my saliva lighter fluid 
And the mics a torch the flames leave other writers wounded
Leave them feelin stupid for trying to start **** with the master
A little diss turns into a disaster
I flirt with certain death 
That's why my girl has serpent breath
I'm never leavein the curtain met it's match
I stash seven severed heads in seven feather beds 
As I choke out seven more with my lepord bedspread
Now seven shepards are dead but i don't give a ****
I slash Asian heads open and call it a bannana split
Listen as the cannibal spits to the sound of bones snappin 
As I start rappin to the sound of crowds clappin        
I spit faster than cars from fast and furious 
Nitrous oxide when i breath leaves scientists curious
I make crowds go wow call me David copperfield 
I only stash benjamins so idk how copper feels  
     
(Hook x2)

(Verse 2)
Haters are irritating like hemroids on little boys 
Big right hook like hell boy 
I knock this ************ flat on his back 
As he goes down faster than that fat Bastard Jack blAck 
Eat some nacho libre and have a heart attack
Start talking smack get recked
This bi product of incest just got decked
I think it made him preetier is that possible?  
It's like I punched him and it cleared out his follicales
My mind is an arsenal lyrics are my weapons
Punchlines are bullets mag emptied in seconds
So experienced you'd think I'm a vietnam vetran
Yet I'm only a freshman but I school u like a senior
As u sit in the corner gettin pet by the teacher
U tense up like a nervous public speaker 
As I hit you over the head with my science beaker
Glass gets lodged in ur carotic 
I'm like a mad scientist Aka psycotic
I spit fire people call my saliva lighter fluid 
And the mics a torch the flames leave other writers wounded
When the mics rapped around my fingers
You know the devil lingers 
And I'm rough around the edges so if try to touch me u get splinters 
And i refuse to lose cuz unlike you I don't need an excuse
to leave u battered and bruised
When I enter a room the tension rises nerves go numb 
I'm a canibal so ur limbs will become my chewing gum

(hook x3)
 

  
         
 

I also just relized that you've never even seen Charlie rap quit tryin to bullshit ur way in

Bottle that up. That's so true.

Sorry didn't relize I wrote the same line twice

u sound like ur full a **** SHRecords ... lol

How do I know ? hmm maybe cause im one of the best writers on the site lol...

I told him to look u up u haven't been here in a while probably didn't catch any of ur **** it'd not like he's offerin multi million dollar deals so I believe him at this point Drop some stuff see what he thinks

Alright, I get this a lot on my new "web-based" scouting because know one believes it. I haven't read any of your stuff. I don't know much about you. Write some stuff, I'm not here to promote ANYONE, yet. I'm here to read and give tips. Sorry if I left anyone out, I just tried to pinpoint the good writers on here, I didn't see any of your stuff.

we doin this or wat?

U went on a rhyme shoppin' spree
That **** don't count if it was at the dolla tree
Nigga u betta' keep it real, best to retreat
The **** u spit woulda made Rose Parks get out her seat
Bitch, my flow will run u over hard, get a doctor
It tossed yer ass on the street, had u playin' Frogger
U got me shakin' my fuckin' head
Next time I see yer possum ass u better be fakin' dead
Faggot, better be ready to bust a cap
My uppercut of rhymes will make u wish u had a helmet with a chin strap
Yer gettin' real deep diggin' up Bass's ass
When he passes gas we can hear yer dick vibrate and spaz
Look little bitch, do as I wish, I'ma count to ten, nevermind
Let me put yer genie ass back in the bottle and throw u in a recyclin' bin
Beatin' me is like tryin' to put M&M's back in alphabetical order
I'll smash u into George Washington's noes so hard a booger will pop out the quarter
I'll stick a dick in yer ear and **** wat u heard
U little fuckin' prick, couldn't beat me to death if I let u jump first
Now I get my 34. Mag and drop more shells then pregnant crabs
Yer faker then blue eyed cracka's nailed to crucifix's ass
I got clips that blow yer bitch ass outa yer house
Then blow yer eyes to yer mouth so then you'll watch wats comin' out ya mouth
**** u nigga, I get respect from the peeps u look up to
So even when I die and yer standin' on my grave, I'll still be above u
U get KILT like them plad skirt scottish men be wearin'
Yer ridin' Em's dick so much its his rhymes u be impairin'
Yer flow is out of date and ancient, it still flows like Dneiper
(Beat cuts off)
**** you, you're better off repeatedly letting Donkey Kong sodomize you while wearing a porcupine condom lubricated with 40 grit sandpaper

Okay, you just sent me that.

Yup, but I'd rather hit u with it now sense its useless

aww man....i thought i was pretty decent

That's fine with me, settin' yourself up, dog.

Yo everyone imma stick up for samboy here he is really serious about wanting to learn from us all on here I told him not to act like an asshole if we could all give him a little respect and help him out he's committed to gettin better but he's gonna need our help but if he ends up actin like a dick u can let loose for all I care