Neverending Rap Battle

{Ahem}
I on da mike again…
Rememberin’ me? Mnemonically you otta be cuz I still gotta grip on you like Agrippa II
Cummin at you twice again but only anti-demonically speakin'
demonstratin’ like Abraham’s embryonic flesh fresh from ol’ Bethlahem's kitchen..
{Ahem again}
Implemantaions of life conversations to convert every third word to symphonic praise for the crowned head of Christ.
Think twice . I’m the quad-colored thorough-bread cuz the ancient of dayz paid the price
He’s sharpened my pencil leads, gave them all a double-edge,
beheading them talking-heads not even knowing they are walking-deads.
Spreading them ol’ carcasses on Doc’s hospital beds, puffing feathered pillows for the Resurrection cuz I got a sixth-sense for these things. Oh death where is thy sting?
And then springs the sword of the King. It perplexes all that it sees. It contradicts and claims no fames or victories. But He has got these things under lock and key. He is the key. He opens and shuts and starves and feeds. Everything is awarded His to give or keep. To those who can’t afford to pay, you’re freekin’ lucky cuz it’s free pizza on your cafeteria tray. Bon apatite. It's still me. Alive to live another day.

pretty nice man

Thanks bro, but shi*. Im here for a mutha fu**in battle not motherly pat on da the back.

Jus playin. Lookin forward to hearin ya'lls flows so I can keep my ol' cranium sharp. Peace.

if your gonna battle make insults at me dont brag about things thats song material that being said

you dont know music so when it comes mine i dont give a **** if your listenin
your like a blind boxer all your punches are missin
**** all your writtens and stuff im spinnin your flush

idk just fuckin around lol ill respond better when your verse is more battle material no hate

dont fuckin worry fuckin bout fuckin cursing lol and if your lookin to battle give me a verse homie

step your pen game up k to calm me down
coward,this is dwight howard VERSES kwame brown
keep popping **** i love when lames hate me
you'll be devoured soon enough,no.1 VERSES an 8th seed
im violently engaging shattering battering dude
rib cage damages nastily smashing clavicles
damage is radical stabbing ya cabbage dude
no fun rapping just gun clapping attacking fools
like a bitch k gets dramatical,so its time for a sabbatical
k ****** just got zipped up,thats how you body bag fools
what the **** is this romper room?,,tired of the dumb noise
k face me?,,i'll play JOHN WAYNE GACY,,im killing these young boys!!!,,gone

adolescence adds essence to lifes death sentence on the breath of my pen....now thats a crazy line,,,,good ****

thanks homie ima keep um coming

Dagnabit you dog-gone done it to me,
Syllabizing words to guise that your rhymes are without meaning means you never need to revise your scheme,
Pick one from your generic stack to imposterize an important attack…not like me to rub an underdog’s nose in it, but your disses are only as tight as your message is whack.
Yeah, the facts of the matter is I’m back. Still the same but this aint some kiddy game like Bart Simpson versus Griffen. Don’t have a cow, man. I’m just a dairy farmer armed up to the mouth, man. Say cheese cuz this crack-pot is about to take a snap-shot.
Photogenically you must admit that I’m interveningly creating a better scene. Not I but He who is within me. On the face of it, it’s just bit-by-bit that I’m drilling this carpenter’s kit of holy writs into the split between personality. The truth is the spirit goes deeper than this.
His personality is proved from the fact of his attributes. The preeminence of His intelligence is proved by the ammunition of benevolence. He contributes helps, glorifies, and like a stampede he intercedes. He executes the offices.
No contemplation or meditation needed.
By this direct pouring out of the soul, bro’;
you just been holy-seeded.

Very good.

Most of you cats done forgot the art of the rhyme
Fat bitch cellulite constantly stretching ya lines
Photo stunts been used plus the carpenter bart simpson
U a bitch like marge el debarge step up ya bars pimpin
Don't be jealous of the fact I got multis and vocabulary
Everything connected u disconnected fag and fairy
U wrote a ******* book and that kinda alarms me
Tired of ur **** my dude I was nodding by bar three
Take a look back new jack I have killed even straight up
I just be ******* with new dudes like u,get ur weight up
They said it was easy pickins here,someone conned him
Its a shame the lyrics went over ur little head like a condom...lol...out

Dwight howard..kwame brown..complete mismatch....no.1 verses..see how I spelled versus?..mismatch....john wayne gacy..convicted of killing like mad. Little boys..its easy to think of words that rhyme..to make them make sense with obscure references..not so easy...good **** by u tho my dude..good ****

ya'll need to get off Gods dick ....

ur just using it for hype not in any actual context to your rhymes or real problems ....

Half of you are misusing words you don't even know what they mean just cause they rhyme .....

and finally < theres really only one big message and i think embelishing in glory using the lords name is not only vain but also not it ....

Its not about any one of us individually its about the harmony of all ....


I wish you peace ,but will also tell you reading this so often has me worried for your intentions an directions , they seem to be going the opposite ways ....



just my sentaments .....

Perhaps the professors pushin some honesty pill worth buyin,
The past says says he prescribing that ol placebo while I’m tryin.

I know its gonna kill me but I just won’t let it go
I want what I want for me and I want it for us both.
I know its gonna kill me but I just won’t let it go
We should both know what we don’t know.

I’ve been administered that pill more than once before
Tempting like narcotics on the tongue as it tingles just for fun
Been addicted to that fixin before but it left me cravin more
That’s me killed by the killer
that’s my tooth against the gun

I know its gonna kill me but I just won’t let it go
I wanna that harmony for us both.
I know its gonna kill me but I just won’t let it go
We should both know what we don’t know

You have that power to make that feeling of tingling wrong,
Both got Mirandas, right? But we aint in no court of Law
Honestly, Harmony I believe begins with honesty
And it is my sincere belief that this is what 2 peeps otta be
Now if you see this as preachin that’s cuz that’s what it is
If this sounds like a demonic message, than it aint me that is makin it twisted.

Here. I just gave you the punchline. You make it a fuckin joke.

Not a bullet to be fired and another coward hits the floor without making a sound. I know cuz I remain the only man around. Hows that for power? I dint even ask for it. The only way around this silence is to ignore what was said.

oh yeah its about to get real silent now
with a piece attached to the gat,,you still couldn't silence this crowd,,,out

for you son imma use some steriotypical jokes
when this fag came out the womb he was already on parole
we can go blow for blow leave u with an open skull
gash bigger than the two holes in that huge nose
knock u down so hard you wont even get up
your throat gets edged up like that faggot ass haircut
in the game could be the death star you still wouldnt be large
theres no way u can be hard when u look like a retart kevin hart
if it made this dude popular hed yell out white power!
this fag struggles with opening bags so he can say hes delt with tight rappers

Thanks whitey. You da prototypical joke.
Right about parole, though, cuz fools been misjudgin me since the day I was born,
Don’t even need a nose to smell a pussy-coward from a mile away,
Super-haters always hide behind a bleached mask and a white-washed cape.

Will the real slim-shady please stand-up?
You had your one chance to prove, like it or not, all you did was…{oooooh}

K-cope’s got the pistol in the air, now,
And it’s my trigger that says, ready, set, go. POWW! {feel free2duck}
Don’t be trippin cuz some idiot’s runnin’ around-town flippin all ya’lls light switches,
Holy switch-blade, dude, I’m severin my ties just to watch how they squirms and twitches.
Sick of the lies. They jack-the-ripped my bag cuz they couldn’t master a zipper.
Now this hipster apologetic’s got to to fix-em up without any anesthetic for the stiches. OWWWW!

cmon son
even your father aint got no nuts ,so where the **** ? u
coming from ?
all ur disses are sex on a short bus **** you Dumb
stunning huh ? the cunning one
giving u a **** you wut ? an a thumbs up
pinnocio's,ghetto gippetto pull 1 string an ur stiches become undone dumptrucked
dumb fucks is garbage , don't need to mario some mushrooms to get 1 up
u want a shot put ya guns up , icarus wax tracks when the suns up
you say some stuff , but don't feel it , in helix, real **** , still sick an pukeing
nuke dukeing duke nukem , rasp muten , gasps , prof blast shootin , rasputen
Be the last mutant ,to hack ya database if this aint comptuting
then come shooting blanks at ya memory banks
rewrite it, update the format ,
or hit the floor flat at the door mat if your whack
your cap peeled back till it conceals sack , Real rap ,make you feel that
heart in ya chest , aint nothing darker then death , take profs last meal back
where the Beef ?
where the Poultry , chicken can't assault me,
hulk green
catapult the scene ,grab a pulse make um convulse
you wouldnt believe me but i can tell a visions, small screen
not even in Hd
i bring a higher definition ,so i dont listen to the liars that hate me
cause if it was'nt for you they'd never make me .....

oh look a rude as **** computer thug saying he'll cock da ruger sheeesh
if i said that i was spittin a gat this dumbass would run away from the computer screen
"mommy da whitemofos coming for me"
you act like your in charge but you aint no leader
you took down that pic so i wouldnt pick on your facial features
i aint talkin lyrically when i say i hope you choke
im to much to handle K cant cope
hell ya holy switch blade to the kids brain numbers his days
i honestly dont like you dude
i dont care about this thats why im half asleep as i write to you

only thing i prescribe is dope inside the placebo
its belief , get you higher then reef
listen to ya ego , so dried up , u aint got a shot
in the dessert desserted with no eagle , use ya soul people
ya so fico , **** , your so last week flows,
didnt ya momma ever tell you to flush
did ya momma ever tell you to cuss ?
then What the **** ? r u doing ?
ur all about self improvement
, trying to buy that **** on the shelf to be human
i think u need help ? having a bowel movement
ur stuck on that ****
i dont need to tell u , u suck at rap,quit, cause u suck on fat dick
it aint ******* magic how you make that dissappear
an ur clitorous appear
only method for this meth head , u read the message
with no comprehension , the other souls gone ta heaven
ur gone to detention ,till u understand the word accension
God i read that whole book an never heard u mentioned
so im guessin god never asked u to speak
talking ass through ya cheeks
talking trash to the street thats full of it
u constipated constantly ever contimplated u full of **** ???