Neverending Rap Battle

I wrote this little bit in school tell me how it is

now tell me what you really wanna do,
get down and ill get fly like the fuckin swine flu
i really gotta get my weight up and full truck up with all the bitches that i wanna ****.
so get bucked, like a bad bitch down in the bed,outta luck
this bitch over here said shes allergic to nuts.
and it must mean shes in love with the ****,
lesbian small and just dumb like a little fuckin runt,
bitches like that come round we choose play option punt,
so just chill smoke a blunt, then reall get down and start havin us some fun.
then its done.

one question... good overall....

BUT

get fly like the swine flu... i dont understand. maybe try somethin different cause you can make somethin betta outta that.

but overall good.

this bitch over here said shes allergic to nuts.
and it must mean shes in love with the ****

favorite line ^

who wants to write a verse on track called "Emposter"

ill give ya the topic and beat.

Put the beat and topic up..I'm working on recording equipment to send u some vocals man...

**** was cool..but like bambino said..research ur metaphors...that swine line didn't hit....watch the excessive cursing..unless ya battling...but I liked it....think a lil outside the box tho..u coulda flipped that theme crazier..salute kid

its always for fun .............. just throw a verse at me an i'll hit ya back ...

Yo ima make dis short and clear so u can hear achoo... Sorry im allergic to queers ohh thats why it seems ones just appered why the hell u battlin my G ur no god damn mc u a wanna be of ce lo green so dont mess wit me bro just cause i get more hoes im sorry but nobody noes about u go away before i slap ur gew

FREESTYLE ... Feel free to read.

Medicine penicillin and a couple of magazines/
A m4 carbine to smash your magnum barrel in/
Why them cats quarellin cast y'all ballots in/
Vote for destruction , peace ? **** that Dalai Lama thing/
I'm self loathing my appearance applyin lotions with fragrance/
Killer genes inherent, the punk preacher who murdered with vengeance/
My evil its evident will never end like the conspiracy around september eleventh/
Truly the Devil-sent, December I dismembered a reverend/
The weight of the sins in his bone marrow had my wheelbarrow bent/
Escaped an accident with just a narrow dent../
..on my senses, the reason my music leaves your Pod Nano wrecked/
A boss in my rep , splatter your balls with a Tech/
A blade through ya cord till ya decapitated head falls on its neck/
The heck with disrespect, I'm a noxious prick/
Throwin you into a box of ****, cocks so slick, they flockin chicks/
Mix a lil Proff n Ill n Whitey's skills, you get me with rhymes that kill/
Sirens drill everytime they spill, the hourglass fills when the chimes set still/
Mines on hills, set foot on my territory your ass is history/
Shady earned homies n bitches know this, nobody laughs at his story/
I'll smash the glass up on the last storey n throw you over the balcony/
Suspend you in agony, a sulphuric mixture of the Reaper, Lucifer n St Antony/
Crucify your symphony and catch a felony murderin the last fag tellin me to switch melodies/
Readily using Henessey as a lighter fluid burning my enemies/
slit eighty ladies scalps use their heads to paint the ceiling/
You'll probably faint believing I steal hearts after murdering feelings/...

Fire..salute

Dude how about a friendly battle ? If yes, then you go first. Its past bedtime here, I'll have a verse out tomorrow...

Lol I guess I didn't really know what I meant there. It kinda was ment like fly like birds fly. Yu know cuz swine"flew" idk haha but you or shutdownpow should like remake the whole thing and show me how you would have edit'd it

also where do you come up with your metaphores?

It's all a matter of the mind my friend sometimes if something doesn't come to me just look at a random object and try to make something

Where the he'll did that faggot bombscare go? He write one post and left again lol

no prob rhyme killer,,,im at work,,i hear u,,will put something up by 300pm tomorrow afternoon,,lil busy right now...holla back

i dont know syndicate,,,i just think about alot of stupid ****,,lmaooo,,,i might look at something and say,,well how would i flip it into a metaphor,,to me alot of rhyming is just loving this ****,,so i am always thinking of a rhyme,,,my metaphors still need work,,it was something pointed out to me when i first joined the page,,so i kept it in mind,,,write down a lot of people places and things,,and situations,,and try and flip em into a metaphor or similie,,,,,do about 100 of em,,see what u come up with,,,i like ur attitude,,ur gonna be a really good mc/writer soon,,just listen to bam white and especially the professor,,he just be ******* with u,,he wants u to learn

lmaoooooooooooo

Rippin writtens and inabitions your styles like hyroglifics it's old news that's why nobody listens
send him home with a mental inssision his dentals get kicked in metal gets driven till your retnas are missin your style resembles when they disassemble a prison
you got no bars if u were pole vaulting you'd be breaking records
I appreciate u making an effort I wish your fathers latex worked better


AGH IM BLANKING my bad on not coming with as much quality as usual homie

Werd even if prof purposly anniatles u in a verse he wants u to take something from it were hip hop enthusiates if your willing to learn we will always help a fellow mc

don't even know why ya speak a breath ta me , sneaker destiny ,
kick it ,wicked
when cops yell stop only time he f'n freeze
you don't understand stand Deez ya less then g's
how you gonna talk when half ya hip hop , came from my jockstrap
sow ya lips to ya ass lets hear you talk back
got a ox cack , wanna taste a beef
this chicken pac tracks , n thinks he sick in the veins
finger flippin ya dames ,
rippin ya brains , in to strips a paint , when i dip in paint thinner
erase ya graffiti , told ya bitch to make dinner
she looked u up , fooked u up , n cooked u pup
I took a sip spit it out shout this doesnt taste like winner
not spicy enough till i mase ya inurds
step to me, amputate ya damn shoes fake , an take a running punch
you'll never come , whats done in cunts ! whats done is done
take this gun an take ya shot ,through the eyes suicide ,
got no alibi , B rappers get it through the I's
my alibi , i'll catch an A before an L
an ASSASINATE when i smash a fake
u wouldnt be hot if u were born in hell
slash ya face with a dash a grace n a splash a faith
ur innacurate bout inception ,
u must be dreaming , profs immaculate conception

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