Neverending Rap Battle

Recordin' a song right now. I wanna' post this by tonight. I'm gonna' just post the verse because I can't sing a chorus to save my ass. I might have either my dad, who has sold 2 records (rock/blues) cds record it or maybe some girl I know from my school ex girlfriend do it.

Wants It All

look at me im wide awake
cant fall alseep, im carryin weight
no one knows whats on my side, everyone thinks my lifes a lie
imma fake, go home turn off the switch, and go to sleep
thats not the case, i go home sit down
just in case
you're wonderin, that's what my life is like
everyday is like one big long stride, you better jot that
take the steps, but dont know whats up a head
dont know whats gonna hapen in the aftermath
cant solve a problem, dont bother comin'
think i do it all for fun and
its drivin me nuts worse than these planters in my cup
feel like givin up, but i dont want to back down
lookin all around in my cranium, it aint for fun
god damn, it aint for fun, nah it aint for fun

The verse I'm gonna' record.

I will always be brown
You can paint me using "every colour under the sun" but my skin will still stand out
You can get a hundred scrubbers to scour the pigment off my flesh
with a little bit of soap and a bottle of Jif
and dip me in water but you’re never gonna get the colour off of it
Quit using that on me, chick ! Have you any idea how much that smarts?
How would you like it if I did it to you? Now my skin’s got dirt, better wash it off !
Before I toss you off
‘Cause you’re getting really close to being slung through the window like a Molotov
Don’t **** me off
I don’t like being angry, but I will cut you off like a barber, Todd !
Here I am, an autistic boy
And I’m letting frustration get the best of me, so heavily
But I’m trying my best to chill and take steps very steadily
As I walk up those steps
These “Thirty Nine Steps”, they sure look difficult, up I climb
And I’m taking it “One Step At A Time”
But I’m not climbing up them with George Strait or that Buddy guy
I’m brown, yes, I’m brown - a bonafide British Asian in the flesh
I suppose you don’t know a good man when you see one, do you? Think you know me? Take a second guess !
When it comes to decency, I’m worth ten of you, so you can shut the **** up downtalking me
You can gossip all you like, play pass the parcel, I don’t have to explain myself, so get off of me

Hmmm, might've pulled off a Bambino there. What d'ya think?

What do ya mean?

The only way you stay brown is when I **** on your parade
What if I use every colour under a tin roof shelter, will that make your skin stand out, mayne?
I could care less about the color of your skin, I wasn't gonna' attack that, never been a racist
Put your hair in a bag and your dead body in my car and close the case then
A leather seat, chloroform in your face and a sock in your mouth, that's what you're facin'
You could either choose that, Ill or choose this beast instead
Take the better route, go with the garbage bag and a bullet in your head
Cause if you're gonna' choose on battlin' me, you'll be beyond dead
The only reason I was downtalkin' you duke, is because I'm fly and well, you
Well you're just you
I have no words to explain this dude
He's either high, crazy, or well just stupid
I've took all my second guesses, even the third, I'm still guessin', you shouldn't be livin'
At least George is straight, your gay, you should probably admit it
I'm just kickin' a dead horse, pony, or even a moose
That's not a fat joke dude, wait who am I kiddin', I ain't fuckin' around no more
You're probably fuckin' fatter than Chez Bono

“Chez” Bono? You mean CHAZ Bono?

You call me Chaz Bono because you like to swing both ways
Tried many different areas but couldn’t find your home base
You feel good because you’ve gone back to battling?
You’re better off as a bishop working at the Vatican
This is a second leg to the bout we had a few months ago
And since that’s the case, I got some cool stuff to show
You can kick a dead horse, and I’ll pin the tail on the donkey
**** bringing the rain, I shower hail on this honkey
You talk about putting dead bodies in cars
You need to get rid of that necrophilic problem of yours
You say you’ve never been a racist, but you try to talk black
You use words like “duke” and “mayne” – that’s a minor drawback
And I draw back to when you and I started warring
‘Cause we were trying to see who was trying to be the next Muhammad Ali
Or the next Eminem, or even the next Muammar al-Gaddafi
But I don’t rape women, I’m not a Pakistani
I’ll blow you away in the form of a tsunami
Burn you alive using Molotovs and shotties
Kalashnikov this body ‘til it’s full of cuts and scars
And sell it as Swiss cheese in the supermarket store

…… No hate, Bambs. Just a friendly spar between you and me. I just want to try and get better because I haven't written anything for weeks.

Oh yeah, I know Ill. I'll get to ya in a sec but Imma' post my recording in about 10 minutes.

http://soundcloud.com/you/tracks

Which one the the top "Wants It All" or the second one. Which flow should I use in my real studio?

Your gonna' have to use speakers in order to get good quality. Didn't do it with a mic, it never came. Or headphones

Sorry bout the delay man I'm studying my ass off for mid terms in a couple weeks gotta do good if imma get into Michigan! I'll have the verse in by tomorrow afternoon pc

bitch dont try you rap like a wanna be just like eminem
you wanna copy him he said in a song i put a bullet
proof vest on and shoot myself in the head you
can't rap finally im back got a little bitch who wanna
be cool he act like fool im count by two look at new
shoes your raps sound like the dude of blue clues hold
up stop gotta get gas i rap to fast you can't keep up like
a baby pup i be spitten what i written leanr some litature
and be mature bitch you ain't gonna succeed like me i see
you wanna be me im rollin like biggy biggy can't you see
sometimes your waste just hypnotize me hold up gotta pee
no go the **** away and fly away like a bee so now who the
real OG

Stfu u can't rap? So don't hate on a real mc ohhh 1 line sounded similar to another line holy **** sue him? Dumbass

You ain't real man. You're a whack emsee hater. Don't diss when you don't stand a chance against the caliber of rapping me and others do.

yall motha fuckas dont know **** so ill show you
who you fuckin with

Yo yo stay close windows closed arrows exposed
mc i dont understand don't cry your gonna die like
lessa left eye car crash it looks like ive gone to far with
these lyrics you need a fix now im doin the 136 now let
me mix the game with my tricks we all know your gay
and you live in the airway thats the way it has to stay
and my name is not jay and they dont pay me to go away
cause im here in the earth rappin and spitten while your
still in a diaper shitten

All u did is call me gay son you ain't an emcee
you could be jerkin in my direction you still wouldn't be coming at me
this **** is Barbie you can be Ken
since the only women you attract have a price tag on they head
it's metaphors that conquer similes
your nothin but a simple rhymin fake G

kid I'm not gonna be an asshole unless your an asshole just accept you ain't on the same level rappin takes time and from your lyrics I can tell it hasn't been very long for you so just accept u aren't as good and just stay and dint be an asshole u will learn alot

*It took a mile for you to catch up man? I even gave you a head start!
Now let's see how long it take before this marathon tears u apart
*ok I'm fat but I only eat those who think they better than me
and since you think your eminem you should be the tastiest of mcs
* you never took off so of course u didn't touch down
2 essays, midterms, projects so I'm doin this in a rush now
yet I still got all these fuckin rebuttles
I lied you did take off but you blew up Like that space shuttle
which is funny cuz ur just a pathetic challenger steppin to the champ
but you had to leave cuz u noticed the experation date on ya food stamp
excuses excuses I'm abusive exclusive Elusive I come to the conlusion
that this kid is just an illusion he's not even there
actin tough on the screen but in person he's just scared
* since when is a punch to the face a flinch?
Tie me to the table with an ace to my face I won't move an inch

You finally came back, son
And I don't mean the cum on the spine of the ************ you stole those lyrics from
*I think I'm Eminem? ****, not even near
"I punch you in your fuckin chest 'til your heart kicks in gear"
Wheres that from, homie? Type it up on Google if you have to
I'm so big in this game, duke, to get to my level, you're gonna' need more than a stool
*I may think I'm Eminem, at least I don't think I'm Ja Rule and I'm strictly talkin' to you
"You better shut your fuckin mouth while you oh-for-two"
Again, you can use the Google bar if you have to
Now back to rebuddlin' your lines, fuckin' fool
*Rebuddles for you? I only counted four
*I never took steps up to a champ, don't take steps
Whose the champ? I know it's not you, now get off that stool, it's not high enough
Your tryin' to reach up to my level, you keep yellin' out "It's so hard!"
You reach up and I give you a hand
Then I grab your shoulder and your hand, and tear off your arm
The funny thing is, though, duke I never mean no harm
Think of the **** I could do to you, fool, with one arm
*Never need a food stamp, cause when I rap it's a feeding frenzy
Especially when it's you, that makes it more easy
*If I'm scared, he's terrifed, I'm like Hitler to the Jews
When I enter a room, you run away to find somewhere else to hide

THIS SONG IS DEDICATED TO MONEYMAN (BODY BAG DRUMS)

hook
he came after me but he doesn't want to see
what'll happen after he gets through with me
career down the drain, steal all his money and piss on his chain
and im lettin' ya know, dog, this to me is all for fun
kind of like BODY BAG DRUMS

verse 1
first thing, he came home late
threw his bag on the ground pissed off and typed the first **** bag on December 8th
had no clue what he was gettin' into, stuck to me like glue
kept comin' at me and whitey too
i would just respond to this in a verse battle form
but since i cant read your retard fucked up language
i end you in the diss and suffer you to death in chloroform
no punches? i eat pussies like you
haha, no punches?
im about to make this **** a toilet seat after I ate 3 lunches
no punches?
i feed faggots like you cock, till you yell "stop"
then slit your throat and linger your heart throb
no punches?
your probably gettin' pissed, this diss
this aint even a diss
this is me givin you attention for once on this
touchy subject for this faggot, but i don't touch subjects
you're an outcast, i punch success
no punches?
he calls himself money man, when hes broke as ****
eatin lunch off of a truck
goes home gets brain from his mother, while he eats his brothers
tell me if i'm gettin' insane?
no punches?
yeah, probably ain't even thrown a punch yet
I throw haymakers, upper cuts
who holds up and takes a piss during a writing session
well, this faggot does, he doesn't have the passion

hook

Aight bambs I tip my hat to you I can't think of anything to comeback to that

Alright. I thought of some lines that you could've came back with on that last battle.

I was too but I wasn't really feelin it nice battle my friend