Neverending Rap Battle

THIS MY REPLY. AND YEAH, SOMEBODY PLEASE JUDGE THIS BATTLE. 2ND ROUND. AFTER THIS LET'S BATTLE ONE MORE FINAL ROUND.

CONTINUIN FROM WHERE YOU LEFT OFF...

So you left with Satan, get off my dick you wannabee emcee/
Your lyricals aint dope yet, the Satan you battlin is ME/
I'll be hackin beats, you'll be on ya knees lappin dicks/
Leavin your cadaver to 'crap and piss'/
Penis like a six inch ''whip'', I could 'crack your sis'/
Your verse so kindergarten, do you normally rap like this ??!
I leave the horizon 'thundered with heat', rhymes brightening/
You got a blackened ass crack like you tried to 'ride lightning'/
My dick so thick I could smash a brick with it, its frightening/
Do you finally realise I'm the reason your bitch has been smiling?/
Been at the game rhymin since you lil faggot were still 'rockin a diaper/
I'd been 'lockin a sniper', crushing your crew to pieces/
Jesus would have been devastated and introspected at the state I leave when I disrespect, he wouldn't see this/
Best believe it, when I 'rock a booth', I'll make ya 'cocks to move', rappin to a 'caucasian groove', like a Leone 'porno shoot'/
I'l tear every lil piece of your sense, from ya 'cerebral veins' to ya cute little lens/
Have you rappin blind on the microphone, like a faggot who just got his 'eyeball torn'/
I'm rifle honed,
leavin your face with no identity, the Croatian Bourne/...

I'll judge but u wanna go a couple rounds wit me? >

Dont lie in your lyrics, I'm dope and outrageous
I'm sick and I **** this fake Satan, nigga I aint contagious
so there's no reason you get it in your anus
you wont get my disease, bitch you fuckin asin
I'm the God and Satan, get of my dick
call this **** a feature, I'm double-faced freak
With rhymes like livin hell, cancer bitch I'm sick
Cant find a cure for my kicks, I spread with words call my file triple 6
So better be adaptive, cause my words attractive
I burn you like hell, and I'm radioactive
I sneeze fuckin blood than lick it, I dont need a napikn
See me in the club, I'm just about to sagg it
i hypnotise you than drive you in my van with
another dead bitch so I can fuckin breastfeed
and i can melt you both in a tub full of my gastric acid
I dont show mercy just because you a fukin orpahn
Insted i cut your body up testin your internal organs
cause I'm fuckin God like Freeman fuckin Morgan

Where's my response

Ok, wait a sec and i'll come up with it, for real
What you think, am I improving? :O

Yes lol rap is one of those things you can only improve in

Thats good

Sorry for the diss, I aint ment to be rude bitch
however my raps look hot like dead indian nude chick
with sexy rashes on left boob tip what shows that I'm full sick
I'm a fuckin hooligan, in the fuckin school learnin words to rule again
you can fuckin move the **** out with your school attempt
so I can **** all the bitches on this grupy date
you mad cause i got gucci this and gucci that
you and that fuckin asian can come and kiss my fuji ass
Bich I'm akrap8, but you can call me the grate
creatin crater in exposion of poison you lame
known by my fame
non shall define my or put me in a frame
I'm 4 dimensional able2know leprechaun
I'm on mission destroy the planet just like desepticon

any good? :O

*= rebuttals

*You aren't the grate your the rain that's Fallin down and running away
Stab ya brain grab ya dame damn ya lame
Mind over matter
Shock waves down ya vertebrae so your spine will shatter
Son you in trouble
How are you a battle rapper if you can't even make a rebuttal
Son you cant tap go get some help
Battleing is about dissing people not bragging about yourself

because of my bragin im the reason of lot envy
I make navy niggas cry like a baby
Talk **** but you can suck my Thick Shady
I rape your fuckin mum, maybe, i could let you breathe
and ask yourself who seed you, who gave you to feel sun heat
and now the same person made you listen to his sick ****
you gon suck my dick, so fix your lips with lipstick
i dont need legs, hit you with a plastick hip,
my hip hop scheme hits harder then earthquake hit Japans kids
I love to eat, my favourite meal red inds head
write so sick cause my pencile's dead
I bet your mum regrets she gave me a head
and a fuckin threesome with your stepdad!

I admit your putting up a fight
But why u keep sayin "nigga" if croatians are white?
Haha you think I'm goin hard? Homie I'm just fuckin with you
I heard that 3some turned to a two some and my mom wasn't one of the 2
This ******* HOMO don't get it so let me set the record STRAIGHT
You like butts in your face nuts in ur cake talk about a birthday suprise
I'm battling a faggot so I barely have to try
But if it was the faggot Olympics you'd be taking first prize
But seriously dude you think I'm gonna cry? I'll chop this guy rob this guy
You must be colorblind if you see green in these eyes

I tried to work it nice but I'ma have to eat this bug
Like Tyler did, I'm sick and tough and I had bout enough
of your bullsfhit that keeps frontin up
Let me tell you somethin, you can suck my holly nuts
While I'm whatchin your mums porn and snifin angel dust
like a fuckin vacume cleaner bitch I must be hallucinating now
that bitch called me a faggot but he's cummin on Bow wow
So what I **** bitches, man and everything even holly cow
at least i got real dick, not like yours made in China town
Why the **** you care bout my skin color
All you know bout me is that I rap power
flow like fluid, yeah i bounce right trough it
I can call you a nigga, aint nuthin to it, gangsta rap made mi do it!

Callin me that is pointless I'm white but your the cracker
Cuz u seem to be cracking under pressure
Get your stinking ass mom to gather the crumbs together
Call me a "nigga" you'll be regretting it
When I get the whole hood to stomp out this white supremisist
Reminisce u ain't grabbing tits u grabbing dicks I smack this bitch
Gangsta rap is ****, true hip hop is what I'm making
You wouldn't have angel dust in heavens basement
If you had some COMMON sense you wouldn't be making these minor threats
I'm dropping heads I start a riot styles DIABOLIC your times up time to stop it
The clock winds down u ready cuz time ticks
**** up your brain with JEDI MIND TRICKS

Dyslexic Epileptic Named Cedric

I met this dyslexic epileptic named Cedric
With a severed leg and a head mended with antiseptic
Spreaded on his bedspread, neck injected with venom with electrical stem objects
making him have a hysteric hemorrhage
His skeleton has been wrecked from the medicine
Benylin or Excederin
His brain is unable to send messages like the Internet
The general executive and the rest of them are busy rendering venomous liquids into him
So when Cedric gives in and has demented fits, his legs twitch
And breaks down like a 1928 Maxwell engine
Blood drips from out of his mouth, like something from Tekken
I guess now that'll teach him a little lesson
That's what happens when you mix amphetamines with battery acid
Or mix chemicals or inject your vessels with heroin
He's a pharmaecopial pharmaceutical with a death wish
But Cedric doesn't know any better, the gentleman's headless
Inattentive of his health and he's neglecting his senses
Kinda like a street beggar locking heads with a terrorist
He's senseless out of his mind, his health is at an ending
Deteriorating rapidly like a stale piece of bread that's been
about several months past its sell-by date
Now Cedric's dead and he's been left in a still, quiet state

Marked the rebuttals with an asterisk, like Whitey does


*Earlier, you said you fucked the Gods and you left with Satan homie,/
That's blatantly corny/
*But now you claim to be God AND Satan, so I regret to tell you sonny,/
Indirectly, you claim to have fucked yourself in your story ! /
Aiight switchin flows, bitch you know, I could leave you in a hole with your Guccis torn/
I'm slick when I spit **** and lick clit till the chicks hit with my thick dick while you sit still and split pills cause you sick bitch/
* you sick with cancer, your death wish must be for lyricists to call your faggot ass a lyricist/
I'll leave you flex flipped, chest ripped, six feet below hail to rest deep/
* all I learnt from your last lyrical is Croatian males breastfeed/
You a cheap dot blottin out my rep/
I must erase you when you're still a speck/
Heck, I coulda snapped your collarbone instead/
Fixed bolts and stapled a DOLLAR ON your neck/
Torn the veins and cracked the fingers on your leg/
You ugly croatian would be a Frankenstein FOR SALE/
Your ass is as whack as your ancestors were/
Future fucked in the butt by Indians since your history took a disastrous turn/
This mystery I've yet to learn/,
why instead of battlin Whiteymofo, I'm playin 'rapin the homo' with a Croatian bum/
Rough fucked with lotion none/
The Chosen One,I leave your ass torn when my verses cum/
No wannabees in my den, you got a cocky grin, I gotta cocky pen/
Once this battle done, I'll leave you cursin your oxygen/
And the bitch who gave birth to your origin/...


IT WAS NICE BATTLIN YOU HOMIE. NOTHIN PERSONAL. RAP MAKES ME GO HARD.


AIIGHT THIS MY LAST VERSE I'M DONE BATTLING ... HEY WHITEYMOFOSMUGLA, I'LL HAVE A FRIENDLY BATTLE WITH YOU. PLEASE JUDGE THESE 3 ROUNDS. (Or I'll feel I battled AKrap8 for nothing )

I just read that Pinewood Studios caught fire on Friday night last week, which means they're putting the new Bond film production on hold.

RANDOM FREESTYLE :

Thought I was an under-fuckin-achiever/
Till up popped Justin Bieber/
Bustin his heater, I got the mic thrusted in my nerve/
Rusted diabolical/ holy sacrificial ritual with a rapper prodigal/
Comin back with the cipher on his shoulders/
Was hiding under boulders/ now is rising through the world's crust/
Adrenalin rippin his veins through a bold rush/
Turnin every single speck he sees into gold dust/
This music got me in high school, was my first crush/
Had my first brush with the law, left em cops hushed/,
blamed it on Canibus when he was on drugs/
Broke a couple bones and some blonde thugs/
American dream, actin Bond and poppin rounds and those honed slugs/
Surrounded with bugs, I need a flea collar/
Philadelphia in my conquer list, rest in peace to Reed Dollaz/
We feed on cop blood/
Messin with Cripps, we leave em awestruck/
Jaws stuck/ luck or fight, they didn't choose luck/
Rifle barrel through the buttocks leavin a loose butt/
Whose crews up, if y'all don't wanna battle keep them screws shut/
My minds all spinnin cause its got its juice fucked/...

I think you won, but let judge to decide that.
For now only good battle
Just for you to know I said I **** fake Satan, not the real one
The God and Satan represent my two personalitys cause I'm a good city boy at the day and a thug at night and weekend, I will write a freestyle bout that
Good freestyle there, some solid ****

Man On A Ledge

[Hook]
I'm a man on a ledge
And I don't know how long I can keep holding on
I'm trying to watch my step
Because the last thing I want is to lose my balance and fall
I'm a man on the edge of a ledge
I'm standing really tall and I'm keeping as still as I can
Plus everybody's watching me down below
And it looks like I could lose it any second
I'm a man on a ledge

[Verse 1]
I'm going back and forth like a pendulum 
(*whirling*) Whoa-oa!
There's not much room, but I'm stepping it
I feel like a circus clown walking a tightrope
I'm gonna lose it any minute and I might go-o (*whirling*)
My life's flashing in front of me
And all I feel at the moment is the wind hugging me
I'm teetering, tottering, something like a basketball
Spinning around, I'm losing contro-ol (*whirling*)
Lo and behold
There are many people down there watching, screaming and bellowing
Some are taking photos, and some are jeering and yelling
I'm trying to keep myself steady, but I can't
Oh no-o! (*whirling*)
I've got one foot in the air
And one foot on the step, there isn't any space left
for me to wander round or jump about
Better look out below, because I'm about to plummet down!

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Somebody call the police, I haven't got much time
The coppers better get here now before this chump dies
And his butt flies, touches the sky and then descends
This young child's life is about to come to an end
But - (*police siren*) - I see emergency vehicle lights
in the distance, there's ten of them, they've all arrived
How the **** did I get in this **** the first time?
Was it depression, or a wish to commit suicide?
I don't know, I'm confused, help me clear this up
Get the ladder into place, elevate it up
The policeman's coming to get me, helmet lit up
Metropolitan officer who's dressed in cuffs
"'Ere, mate, grab my hand! Let me get you down from there!
Come on, it's alright!" I can't, dude! I'm scared!
I'm wobbling, I'm coggling, like a toddler
I'm sweating from my pores, boiling up, I'm a .....

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I'm a man on a ledge, and I'm standing on edge
I'm hanging by a thread, dangling on a long, white piece of string
Which any second is about to snap
I've got a phobia of heights, I'm about to crack
up like an elderly gentleman who's just pissed in his pants
after taking a shot of his best bottle of gin and laughing his ass off
(*hysterical laugh*)
.... Then losing it
My life is hanging in the balance, I don't choose to quit
My feet are getting loose, I'm losing my beauty kicks
They cost about £40, I don't want the shoes to slip
Wait a minute!
Why am I hanging? I should be standing
Right ON it, not UNDER it!
I can't clone myself, I'm not Multiple Man
I'm only ONE man, and he's up on top
Looking at the crowd under him, he feels ******* hot
I'm about to drop, crash down on the parking lot! (*screams*)

[Hook]

[Outro]
Oh wait .....
I've been saved.
I've been saved!
Thank God for that!

Yeah rhyme killa was more persistent on the disses you bragged about yourself more than you dissed him