Neverending Rap Battle

now i know you aint dissen haha

DUDU C attack me ... ima give you props 4 your early stuff , but we a family here , ur welcome to join now that uv finnally got some punches an rhyme scheme ....

but dont try to wipe ya ass with your hands an grab a mic
an act like ur hype , thats why people tell you dont pass the mic
what was that ur head attached or lost it , smash a basterd coccyx , u can't even master the last word, Talk **** , aint talk sick , u take block Dick
gag an throw up , fag get ya flows up , or get ya body bag sowed up ,
this is curtain call , im certain ya'll never show up
takes practice, rehersal , reverse yall axis , reversal ,
hip hop needs to get back to the circle
this prince ss gets smacked backed to purple
whatever happen to rappin for purpose
ur trapped in gum flapping ya nervous
im backing my rappin an stacking verses on the spinal column

I posted the lyrics yesterday if you're gonna' write to it. I can't really describe the topic but you should get it.

You guys will never believe what I just recieved in the mail from a kid that used to go to my school about 5 years ago. He's a Beastie Boy fan boy and he sent me a fuckin' diss track. What the ****? I've never talked to this kid in my life, well once. He's 23 years old. It's so cliche, it's exactly like the song "No Sleep Till Brooklyn".

To be quite honest, I'm kinda; nervous because this kid has my adress. Should I respond with a diss track? This is what I have you guys for. Please respond, homies!
Thanks

Body bag him

Look Bino,
you couldn't be a 'player' at a Casino in Reno
I'll fill in you're face full of lead like Bingo
You think you're the **** and piss, Ya..we know!
you just sit and diss then it lifts like weed smoke
What you know about a jab, cross and upper cut?
I'll have you drownin' in ya own cathader and professor's dick up yer butt
I'm talkin' donkey punched, you must not **** with honkey's much
My multi's are banana's like a monkey's touch
I'll eat your mother like she's my munchie slut
Fuckin' what? you fuckin right doggy
I'll cum in a waffle till it's soggy and force feed you
Slurpin it thru a straw cuz you ain't got no teeth dude
**** punches, I'm coming with submissions
this arm bar I got is rippin' tendons
I'm trippin with the minions
and you just a cashier at Dillons
Ya you a leap frog, green full of envy
only tip I need is the end of a pen G

Correction for this coward slash loser
My name is not Bino, it's Bambi
And I know I couldn't be a player at a Casino in Reno
Cause I'm a player in the game and you've tested me so
Go roll more zig zags and yes you thought right, this is the body bag
Fill my face full of lead like Bingo? What the ****?
You talk straight outta' your ass like a fuckin' Bimbo
This kid knows I'm the ****, thank you Dudu, I really appreciate it
I know a lot about jabs, crosses and uppercuts
But one thing I really wanta' know is
Where the **** did that come from?
Outta' the blue, Dudu, try to rhyme words?
Tryin' to be as hard as these other Emsee's, just admit you can't
You should know by now, the truth hurts
To be quite honest, Dudu, you suck, it's fair fetched, leave you to die, blood soaked clothes
To be quite honest, Dudu, I have all my teeth, don't be mad cause you don't
And to be quite honest, your puches suck so bad, they make mine look awesome
Your just a rapper thats pissed off cause your flower didn't blossom

Dick

If you send me the diss track, I can probably interpret the lyrics and ghostwrite a response for it. Just don't tell him it's from me.

I've just discovered something really uncanny; YouTube had a new makeover, but now it seems to have gone back to the old format. O_O I guess most people didn't like the new look.

Here's what I have so far...

There hearts are pumpin, never wrote a diss before, matter of fact they wrote nothin
bitches and ****, dicks, and sticks, fun and run
man I though Suess was dead, guess not, now theres another one
and I'm not sayin you're a good ryhmer, you're a faggot, fuckin dick rider
so when you pull this diss tape out of the case and see me pointin a gun at your face
tell the cops, hey why not just tell your mom
tell your dad, tell your sister and plead your fear
plead to the judge how this will end your career
(what career)

oh ****, did i say career?
at first it kinda looked like he was tryin to start somethin from up here
be scared, always beaware, i could tell these guys im disguiesed as gay guy and say I'm behind right now, yeah go ahead turn around, make sure I ain't over there now
long line, did you remeber what I said, you wanna' fight? i wouldn't with you G
i wouldn't want a stab wound from your plastic knife you said you were gonna' pull out on me (ahh ****)
involed in the illimunati, you said? you gotta have a career started if you were gonna be involved in that
but since you said you were in it, i'd like to see the fake necklase you made
outta candy, string and a pink template
you were so early on this diss, you came up late
now Im about to throw you in a dirt hole and lay you face down
face down with your dick in the mud, your face in a pool of blood, gettin treated like a slut
im sure he's used that, movin fast to get to the studio
no lyrics to write down on a pad, cause your so fuckin broke
you probably have to go back to your granpas grave site and get the money outta the coffin that you gave to him for a death note

If we talking honestly
this fool couldn't 'pinch a loaf' with the DOUGH boy
you need ta shut the **** up and slow ya ROLL boy
This dude admits he's the '****'! He hangs around in Porter Potties
I kill MC'S like this dip stick, I'm a hoarder of bodies
You ain't got no punches that could knock me out
All your lines are filler, I know what you about
I got that left right hook, I pop the pad like a champ
This fuckin' goon couldn't light me up with a headlamp
Your out of your element tryna tassel with the D
I'll turn you into a pretzel tryna wrastle with me
I'll send your mommy some flowers and cheese
Half your torso, head, and one of your knee's
twisted ******* priest leaving your body peaced.
How you like to feel the power of a beast?

Damn right "we talking honestly"
I'll slap you in the face with dough you gave to me
Yeah I do hang around porter potties, I'm sick
Meanwhile you and your retarded self, put your whole fuckin' head in the pot tryin' to be the ****
What the **** is a dip-stick? Do you ride dick?
That's what your boyfriends penis is called, isn't it?
Be truthful, like I said the truth may hurt, so fix it
You're probably right I couldn't light you up with a headlamp, headlamps are for pussies like you
I use my fuckin' spot light on you
So I guess this "goon" calls himself "D"? Like you like dick? What's that mean?
What you hidin' dog, just admit you got the HIV
Turn me into a pretzel, I dare you
I cross minds, spit words faster than double time, would you like to meet the wrath of my 9?
No, not the gun, I'm not talkin' bout race
The nine of my knuckles hittin' your face
And your body hittin' the floor, pretending your dead but you forgot dead bodies don't land on all fours
And I want to feel the power of a "beast"
I don't know who you're talkin' about but could you release him please?
I wanna' see this fuckin' beast you speak of
I think you've caught on by now my battles have more quality, more quantity and better punches than yours
I hear your mom threw that computer of yours, god damn dude it sounds like you forgot to do your chores
Here comes the freestyle part of the battle, since I've used all my rebuddles
This guy is so poor he thinks he has writers block but really he does not
He just can't afford paper and literally has to write on a cinder block
By the way his lyrics look though, he probably has writers block
Half, wait no, all the **** this cat says, makes no sense whatsoever, talent you lack
Even though I'm sick of this kid and he's stupid crap and even though I'm in the front, I'm still writing back

------zip

I just figured out Weezy's line on No Love

Put the dick in their mouth, so I guess its **** what they say

I think this verse is Weezy's only good verse in his career.

Truth is, this dufus don't punch he slaps like a bitch
The only reason you sick is because you spit dudes dicks
You dip stick, you couldn't flip **** in a porter potty
Torture your body, contort a hottie, sport with a shotty
You said it yourself, I'm in the spot light
Even before I dissed you, you said my drop tight
What the fucks up now Bino? All this **** talk get to ya, you need beano?
You're a fuckin geezer, Lil dick get the tweezer
grim reaper, eat your fuckin socks and sneaker
take a bite outta ya toe and spit it at the speaker
you think you the **** but i'm reaker, freaker
crazier than a tweaker, you're old, like "one of those beepers"
I'm a fuckin creeper, I give MC'S like this the heebie jeebies
eat your baby mama's feces with reeses
You think your punches hit harder, but they weak sauce
I speak boss, tongue and cheek floss, **** a loss

Bino? How fuckin' high are you?

been sober for 2 months bro, spent 10 days in jail for assault charges, paraphernalia, criminal trespassing, and criminal threat, don't wanna go back, so..not THAT high. lol

Not a very fun night. Me and a couple of friends decided to paintball and egg some houses and cars. Ended up gettin' paintballed ourselves by thugs of Wisconsin. Cops got called and I sat in my friends basement for about an hour to figure out the guys that shot us had loaded guns in there car after they got arrested. Cops took our names down but don't know we paintballed houses and cars. So it's gonna' be a sleepless night. So Dudu I'll reply later, maybe tomorrow, I could be in deep **** for vandalism or even assault. Fuckin' Wisconsin thugs, get a life.

Peace, yo. Thought I'd share my corny paintball story.

yo, my bad.

hahaha !

Alright this is a demo of some **** I been working on it needs tweaked but I think it could be legit with some help, let me know!! It's only a 1:00.
http://soundcloud.com/dudu-c/whole-club-rockin