Neverending Rap Battle

And now my fuckin' house is haunted! What the ****!!!

Lol

Yo, Dudu that's some good ****, man. Doin' your own thing.

Lmao Wisconsin thug is such a contradiction man best of luck wit the law easiest way to not get in trouble is to not do **** man

HARDER

[Verse]
My life altogether’s been a quest so far
I feel like Zelda on Nintendo ‘cause the levels are (Harder)
Jumpin’ from pillar to post is a mission (Makin’ it)
No end, this is only the beginnin’
It’s (Makin’ it harder)
I feel like a hero in an action flick
Every task I’ve completed, yet the next task has to get (Harder)
(It’s manic, dude – y’know what I’m sayin’?)
I don’t control the game, the game controls me (Makin’ it)
The obstacles and critters have a hold of me
(Makin’ it harder)
Gotta cross that line at any given cost
Plus at the end of the stage, there always has to be a boss
(Makin’ it harder)
I’m jumpin’ over flames, swimmin’ over lakes (Makin’ it)
How far is it to the end of the stage? (Makin’ it harder)
(**** is fuckin’ long, man – check it)
I mean, Eminem went through worse than I did
He hated school bullies and he cursed at the chicks
(Makin’ it harder)
He made songs about startin’ fights (Makin’ it)
Then the stars shone on him like spotlights (Makin’ it harder)
He met Dr. Dre and Shady became famous
Became more dangerous to strangers (Makin’ it harder)
Still goin’ strong, still switchin’ up (Makin’ it)
To this very day, he STILL don’t give a **** (Makin’ it harder)
(Damn, makes me wish I was like that, yo
Wish I had that courage)
Listen, it ain’t easy when you got a learnin’ problem
These difficult puzzles I found absurd to solve ‘em
(Makin’ it harder)
These hard times have knocked me flat (Makin’ it)
It’s up to me to work with God and form a pact (Makin’ it harder)
Tryin’ to pick myself up when I fall on the mat
With a sore back because I’ve fallen flat (Makin’ it harder)
My personality, I’m fond of that (Makin’ it)
But verbal abuse, I’m not callin’ that
They’re (Makin’ it harder)
(Fed up with all the aggro, dude)
So many questions to answer, tricks to expect
This is the only way that I can get some respect
But it’s (Harder)
It’s given me a crick in the neck (Makin’ it)
This ****’s got me vexed and pissed in the head (Makin’ it harder)
(And I’m not talkin’ about the alcohol, yo)
No, I’m not talkin’ about the alcohol pops
The beer that I drink, the powder or the rock (Makin’ it harder)
I live by every hour on the clock (Makin’ it)
Witnessin’ brothers with power on the spot (Makin’ it harder)
I wish I was a little bit taller
Now I know how Skeezo felt when he felt smaller (Makin’ it harder)
Feelin’ like a lamb to the slaughter (Makin’ it)
Paintbrushed all the way into a corner (Makin’ it harder)
(And the corner’s gettin’ smaller every second – there’s no fuckin’ room!)
But I come back fightin’ like a boxer in the ring
Come out swingin’ better and just box ‘em in the teeth
I guess things are harder than they seem
When you get pointed at like it’s your fault for everything
But they don’t know that it’s the autism I live with
The problems that I’m hit with puts a mark within my image
So I made a vow and I promised all my critics
That I wouldn’t slack, but life gets harder every minute
But I suppose that’s the way it is when you’re livin’
Jobs are hard to find, everything’s out of commission
The government is on deaf ears, tryin’ to get ‘em to listen
is hard enough, what with the system
I wonder if there’s anythin’ that I’m missin’?
Every minute I’m wishin’ all the good things would just kick in
‘Cause the last thing that I want is to put myself in a position
Where I have to scrap for a livin’
It’s fucked up about the life I’ve been given
And all the fucked-up things in it while the world is spinnin’
I suppose that since my birth, it’s been written
Days like this would happen at the start of my existence
But despite all that, I’ll get by
The whole world is my oyster, but it’s up to me to try (Harder)

I’ll get by, you’ll see
I’ll prove all of you wrong, ‘cause I’m just as confident as you are
I’m a survivor
You’ll see me

Yo, Ill can you write a hook to this from 1:42-2:02. If you can that'd be awesome, man.

Yo, it's a freestyle hook and the title is "Test Me" it's kind of a cocky hook.

I've counted 16 punches in this new song I'm writing. I'll post lyrics once I feel like typing it, since I wrote it on paper. But I give you some of the lines that I liked.

You can say Bloddy Marry 3 times and I'll fuckin' show up in your mirror
*(Bloody Marry is a game that you play and if you say the name 3 times a scary bitch is supposed to show up in the mirror and scream)

The only way I'll get to heaven is if I raise hell

Yeah I smile when I slap you, cause I'm slap-happy, slut

im hard, my penis is large
sprintin' around, yellin' provacatives out loud
So I guess you could say I'm runnin' my mouth
changin' lanes, seein' poop stains in your face, during your brain fart, cause you're **** for brains
ya'll stay the same, but I'll take a switch-blade, six stakes, erase all your pics on Myspace, cause you can't save face
tell me how crazy that makes me
get off my thrown now, I must not know what I'm talkin' bout, you ain't anywhere near it
You can say Bloody Marry 3 times and I'll fuckin' show up in your mirror, that makes a new theory
Damn, rappers nowadays are all a bunch of ferries, sprinklin' there pixie dust all over the game, it's scary, no one can save it
tryin' to become a favorite, just to say that they made it
the balls in my court now, so I'm gonna' go ahead and play it, better make way
get the giddy up and goin in your hitch, bitch
man if I had money I'd **** on the 100's, so I can say I'm filthy rich, stiffin up my upper lip
you're about as soft as my dick, you *pussy*
I'll *snatch* your goofy husband, roofie him up and, stuff him in a bag and dump him, in the middle of the ocean, no one will make an attempt to find him
I'm successfully, successfull, the only you succeeded at was tryin so
I'm about to spit my mouthful, you swallow your mouthful
my words are dreadfull, rip Waynes dreads out and Mac(make) a nest for
the real rappers, the real Emsees, no money stackers, I'm not your average rapper
I can fill a cavity faster, that it takes a Denstist to master
Hell, the only way I can reach Heaven is if I raise Hell
I'm fly and up, but, I'll smile when I slap you, cause I'm slap happy slut, give it up, c'mon

Hook (Props to Illustraight)

Yo, that was nice. Do you write on pads or your computer?

Just askin' because it seems when I write on pad I get a lot more thoughts to put together.

[Hook]
You think it’s a game?
You really think that I’m playing?
Go ahead and just give me your best shot
Just try and test me, test me
And things will get messy, messy
You think it’s a joke?
Don’t get me provoked
What are you waiting for? Show me what you got
Just try and test me, test me
And things will get messy, messy

Man, I always can rely on you for the hooks my dude. Thanks!

Mostly on pads.

No probs.

I thought you did on pads too. I can kinda' tell by the lyrical content of your songs.

The reason why I haven’t got a girl is quite simple
I’m not their type of guy, plus I’m growing white dimples
They’d rather see me carrying a nice pistol
A gigolo chick with a helluva tight missile
If you wanted to be honest with me, then why didn’t you?
Better to be truthful than to lie sinful
Girl, behind the shell, I see a different side within you
Behind all the finery lies a dime who won’t be genu-
-ine, is it the fine wine or the gin juice?
Could it be your image or the life that you live too?
Or could it just be because you’re too full of pride
Or just too incompetent to look in my eyes?
And come clean with Autistik - tell me, will you, please?
At least say something that’ll put this kid to ease
Chick, don’t make me have to bring you to your knees
And rip the heart outta you, then I’m gonna see
What you have deep inside, that’s within that little beat
That your heart makes when blood is injected through the stream
To the nucleus, or rather the middle of your machine
That operates inside you with electrics in between
Once a robot, always a robot
You used to be intelligent, now you just know not
You’re a doll on a string that’s controlled by the puppeteer
Riding on the horse like a buccaneer
Look, you may think you like him, but let me tell you something clear
You will never get any loving here or loving there
Shacking with the wrong guy, you see nothing bad in him
He’s got you as a stand-up girl, that’s why the ******* bastard wins
You see luck, but I don’t see nothin’ happening
All I see is him talking black; he’s not an African
He doesn’t know black pain, he don’t know what gangster is
He’s acting like a faggot, he’s hanging with his prankster friends
Their ways know no boundaries and they don’t seem to have an end
Doesn’t that kind of **** make you wanna be mad at them?
Huh?

I love the **** for brains and the MySpace save face lines

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lblRvCBvqdI&feature=related

Am I the only one who thinks this kid is better than Weezy?

k , Of course corey gunz is better then lil wayne

no that is not his one an only good verse

dudu C - im still waiting for a battle response

yes u should respond to his diss track , how ever i wouldnt care if homie had my adress cause id **** his **** up ....

ill's im get you in on some ghost writing for my group ,,, if ur not confident in ur spits ... i 'll make sure u r compinsated ...

dudu-C - i'll listen to it an give you feedback just a sec homie ...

whitey get your spitz up , i wanna put you an bambino on a track....

Dudu C - ur welcome to hop on a track if youd like .... ?

anything I forgot ??

well 2 questions !!!!

who made the beat n yea dude , u need to speed up at the slow parts of the beat an slow down for the fast ,, n who ever mixed ur voice , was it you ???

u put on to much effects ... if you tell me what you put on i can tell you how to fix it to make ur voice pop an yeaa holla if u need anymore advice ...

oh yea n layer certain parts , it'll give more weight to your voice .....

I'm tryin man I don't have my own personal mic so I gotta arrange recording dates with my friend who has been busy of late

Yeah I'll hop on a track for sure!

LOVE IS BLIND

It seems to me that I’m always looking for love in all the wrong places
And I have never figured out why this is so, every time I’m leading all the long chases
Every day I’m meeting wonderful ladies, but I never know who is the right one for me
‘Cause they all look the same, it’s surprising to see
Plus their beauty and appearance are striking to me
Take this girl, for example; the friendship that I started with this chick was nothing more than plutonic
I complimented her on her nice looks, plus she had beautiful earrings on her
I’m not gonna mention who she is, but all I know is that she lives around my way
Just a mile away, in the same old neighbourhood where the sun hardly ever shines its rays
I really believed she was the kind of babe that I could hang with and conversate with
But I was phased by her wild behaviour
My, it was crazed, how I was amazed!
I really thought I did this guy a favour, ‘cause I felt we were getting too close for comfort
So I reckoned that it might be a good idea to separate ourselves to stop the folks from talking
But that plan got thwarted
The plot backfired in my face hard like a big box of explosives
Later on, I saw her in tears, so to check she was alright, I scribbled out a notice
Saying, “Are you okay?” in mobile language – her upset made me lose my focus
But the moment I approached her to talk to her, she just pushed me away from her and told me to go fish!
I thought, “Okay, she needs space to breathe
And collect her thoughts so I should let the lady be!”
So I left her alone for a couple of hours, but when I came back and I tried to make the peace
She started behaving very hatefully, after an hour of getting the babe to speak
I relented and lost it crazily, went back and pushed the letters away from me
Dropped down on my seat, broke down and cried my ******* eyes out like I never cried before
This wasn’t a feeling that I enjoyed
The sensation was painful, a blinding eyesore
When I was escorted out the door into the office, that’s the moment I was calm
My emotions grabbed me by the arm
And the feelings stabbed me inside the heart
My conscience told me to grow some balls, stand up like a man and just fight it off
This bullshit has happened twice too often
And I’ve been tossed to the tigers and dogs
Why the **** does this always happen? Every time I meet somebody, I just fall for them
only to get creamed by her boys, and knocked all over town like a toy
It’s true what the folks say, love is blind, so I guess I’ve lost my sight once too much
Despite the efforts that I make to pucker up, there’s always something inside that fucks me up
And I just can’t seem to get shot of it, even if I took a bow and arrow to it
and aimed the crossbow at the very centre and citadel, it would just bounce right off it
like a silver bullet ricochets off the wall once I pull out a pistol and pop it off
Chest burnt up like a lit Molotov, hands shaking like I’m firing Kalashnikovs (*gunfire*)
The very next weekday, I find that she’s speaking to everybody else but me
And it pesters me, that I have to be seated on the same side with a friend edged between
Now she won’t even sit next to me, still vexed with me
And I’m expressing this aggressively
In any word that’s ever been stressed with ease
It’s obvious she wants to make a mess of me
like a bedroom that hasn’t been tidied up, I don’t like it much
I could hijack the dyke and light her up so high I could ignite up a firetruck
I can’t explain this friction between me and her – it’s like being in a car and the tyre’s stuck
I try to drive her up just to get it going, but it won’t budge a muscle; I’m fed UP!
Yet the chick is taking me for a ride, and it’s no big surprise when I look in her eyes
I see it’s nothing more than a mirage in disguise, and the whole love episode has been a lie
Love is blind