Neverending Rap Battle

ur getting more efficient just dont force it let it come

If you think you can best me, then you're kidding yourself
That verse will never sell like a bootleg that's been shelved
You've repeated my name a lot, you really need to cut it
Either you secretly love me or you're simply echolalic
I'm reading his rap and all the things he etches on it
The **** he sketches goes to show he has no sense of logic
The X has got his sensors crossed like several fences knotted
His head is gone, he's mentally lost like special eds in college
Listen.....

(to the tune of "Greensleeves")
Oh, shutdownpow can't rap for ****
I got style and there's no way he's matching it
He claims he can rhyme to save his life
But it ends up in him having cracks on his lips

You eating me has left a really harsh taste in your mouth
Now you're vomiting the pieces of raw steak on the couch
And as you're grimacing, wearing a coarse facial frown
You wish you'd gone vegan instead with hot potatoes and sprouts
A veteran of twats can't level to my match
'Cause he confesses he's too dastard to contend with my panache
My style is like a cavalier lieutenant with the straps
You can never take my title as the general of rap
I'm a Briton that can crack harder than terrorists in Iraq
Even though my home culture is South Indian from my Dad
I have Sikh friends, Muslim pals and Christian comrades
who I've been down with for ages; who the hell can mess with that?
Considering I'm a savant with intelligence intact
My dexterity is honest, and that's a given fact!
You can spit at me, hold me back, get split in half
Make a stand against me, better build a wall and hope that that protection lasts!

Hey professor..thanx man..I'm trying..just writing a lot....enjoy ur sabbatical...do ur thing...holla

Ok, I've been in really long trip,
Smoked some weed and though how to kick you in the hip
Somebody said that I'm cripper
**** it, you can kiss my ass and suck dick
While I'm on the toilet taking a ****
What's a problem people you can't scare me
Yeah, you can, like Illustraight stupid misery
The one thing that piecing me off
Why every single bitch says how it goes
I can't rhyme about ******* girls and boys
Give me a Redbull I need a medicine for my voice
Two pounds of grass and sword to kill him
Just try to say this **** isn't rhyming
You're just jelous, giving a **** big time
How, and why its not mine, you ******* slime
Pee from the bathroom, clown doing mime
Yeah I am bustard came from ass hole
So pleaso don't send me back to my home
I'm tired of you ******* smart whores
Who sit whole day in the room and diss mobs
What are you emberessed I don't give a **** hou
I know why you didn't go to prom
You too fat, can't fit thru the front door
All your life TV and candy drower
Even if you would off ask a girl
Probably she would ******* flip you off
Stupid nerd you, there's no way you can go with her
No wa. He lives in ******* roam
How? You don't even know this word?
You just saying rhymes over and over
Nobody can judge, I made a lot of progress
Kiss my ass bitches, Dissing me is worthless

**** this uppity bitch
He has nothing that's sick
When I fucked his chick in her mouth I made her vomit and spit
This Russian is fit to get bummed with a fist
Chucked in the bin with his dumplings stuffed in his lips
I say my rhymes over so that able2know HEARS them
They're top secret, you don't have the clearance to go NEAR them
Plus they're password-protected
I create bars with profession
An attempt to rob and embezzle them by a middle-class American
would prove strongly ineffective
I'm full of misery, I curse at you like Uncle Scrooge
I burgle your garden shoes and rub dirt on your carpet too
Pelt you with a bunch of pennies that I swindled from the poor
It's a bad Christmas Carol when this beggar gets ejected through the door
You say I'm fat because I got the stomach to crush you
Tried to hunt down this bear and got hugged in the jungle
Put your AK down, Vinni, the war is over
Quit rap, and go match up with Anna Kournikova

slaughterhouse-hammer dance

**** is crazy. check it out. crooked's verse is so nasty.

funny u should mention,,friend told me about it last night,,nice to see a lyrical supergroup rip it up

That was written, now watch me go freestyle
I can't call your style, I don't have speed dial
This feels like one of those palace conventions
Where Britain and Russia work hard to establish connections
But there's only one guy who has to get worked up
A man stuck behind the fly, with his sperm stuck

I'm running EVERYTHING
...... From the suburbs, to the villages, to the growing cities
To the brothels with the prostitutes exposing titties
To the woodlands, to the parks, to the forests
To every single planet in continuous orbit
To the churches with the blood of Jesus stored in the closet
From the cradle, to the streets, to the coffin
Through religions: Islam, Hinduism, Mormon
Christians, people who are the Lord's friends
Judaism, Sikhism, Buddhism, Jainism
**** it, all universes within the Milky Way and everything that STAYS in them!

neva used a gun he says, poppin led like champagne in 11 like the Pack did
in fact i did, the natural born killa was release from the rap ovary, things just got reala
he raps n brawl but im for a rap riot, meanwhile he just stands back, scared by it
and if im not mistaken this wanna be shady just called me complacement and lazy
but if i was to ask him to battle me, he would be too busy sittin on the couch ta get up and face me, oh
so one more time faggot, got on your knees and praise me
hatin on yela just cause he's fresher than you, sayin **** "yela" cause he's betta than you
you lack so much of sleep, you're lack tired, all your words are like a glock shootin at your face cause they're all bout to back fire
that's fire, tell me who's stats are higher, this isnt just personal, this isnt just private
till i smack him in the nuts, face goes blue, and he tries ta hide it
prof is like flight 11, tryin to be the first to hit me, till he sits down an thinks, snorts a line, pops some pills, ends up like witney
you dont want ta end up like a roll of canibus, till i smoke the whole joint and put it on prof's frantic lips
when i see scared mc's i cant resist, go for the gusto, hit um with more punchlines, not the fists
i think ive said my **** and rebuddled more than you can read, im better, look at me
oh i forgot you're blind, but ill do anything ta cure it cause you need ta see

I don't understand why you answer twice
I guess you kids with special needs
Don't you see there's no such a things as rhymes
All that you see is sick man who does evil deeds
I got a disease, I don't know what is these
Spraying aids,that later will kill thee
Holding machette in one hand, I am Vinni
So while you **** your fantasy
Yeah, I got no girlfriend Im single
I got one only if I need a to exercize my dick
You said I can't rap about faggots no more
So what, Ok I gonna rap about your image
Poping pills and make fun of your lyrics
Try to send me back to hell, go ahead beasts
Good luck, I came from hell, I have no needs
To go back home to my big relatives
Do you know Why I say this things
Because I know who you really is
Big faggot with long hair, Girlman eat less happy meals
I told you before, you can't **** with me
Ill eat ****, you're just fresh meat
You see, your girlfriend only sucks
In days when she needs a little floss
I don't give a ****, mr.Fat tits
"Password protected?" good point,
But what about it
Keep it straight, lets talk about family
Or its to hard when you dead mentally
I'm sorry your father raped thee
There is a reason behind all of this
Please be a smart don't be retard
Quit, hang yourself get away with your thoughts

I guess, you just cannot do anything about ******* CRAZY RUSSIAN

How's life sick man, did you find a girlfdriend yet
I think you need to visit therapiest, and stop raping your right hand
Crazy mobs, I think you is one who told me to **** off
Don't rhyme at all, go back to head and learn more
So I came back, with full arsenal, and even though
You still do nothing that can impress me
I can't give **** less, somebody give him a punch, wow
Smack bam, You just got a punch really low
Might be I have an accent, I can walk necked in snow
Nobody knows how is that even flows
But when somebody killed, you scream "Its Vinnie's fault"
Whata **** is going on with you guys
Open your eyes you can't rhyme
Whata **** are you talking about?

battle for fun?

[imitating The Saurus]
Part of me is wondering why this Russian won’t surrender his guns
Is he some hot-headed man who won’t control his temper enough?
Is he sexually repressed, or can’t get hold of feminine love?
Maybe he just discovered his “girlfriend” is a homosexual thug?
You can kill me all you like, there’s no way that you’ll win this battle
I’ve already killed you thrice, but still you’re playing it tit for tattle
My rebuttals are something that you plainly aren’t fit to handle
So you come at me with anger until you break into bits like Pastilles

[imitating Soul Khan]
They say the devil has the best tunes, but mine rocks better
I should put the fear of God through his nylon sweater
I **** fantasies, while you’re chasing little dreams
Guess being a cocaine fiend is much crazier than it seems
I guess my expertise has put you in a shroud
If able2know was Disneyland, you’d be Mickey Mouse
You madly think your rapping **** will gain you awesome luck
But like Pete, you’ve been Goofed, now you’re insane like Donald Duck

[imitating Madness]
I can’t believe I’m battling this faggot with bad issues
He’s crying like a bitch, someone hand him some man tissues
I heard Russia is a warzone, much like Afghanistan
He couldn’t kill me if he teamed up with Pakistan
It seems the only things you rely on are homo rebuttals
A prostitute is what you are, Vinni, a hoe on a hustle
I’ve got this Russian in a chokehold in a tussle
I’m the hip-hop Zangief, you can’t roll with this muscle

[normal]
You picked on me about 3 times, Vinni, why don’t you just quit?
Everybody on here knows you’re just full of ****
I do have a special need, my autism takes me places
I’m meeting many faces and speaking crazy cases
I’ve been through hell since, I was a child
I had difficulty running but, I ran a mile
My talent will probably never, die for a while
My good nature is valued which is why I, try to get smiles
I never try to be anyone I shouldn’t be
Respecting any cool emcees, who I regard as legends who are good to me
I don’t fold under pressure when it’s put on me
Especially when I lecture any pessimist abusing me
Vinni, I took your verse and I read it like a eulogy
Because there’s nothing in here catching interest, I’m being prudent, see?
So, Vinni Sane, you should check yourself and you will see
a decent man inside without repping it so stupidly
But you don’t
And you’ll never recognise my voice
I know you can’t hear it this second, that’s beside the point
I got a bunch of unique weapons that I might deploy
that gets me much respect and much attention from these dimes and boys

Hey, bambs. Get at me. I'm STILL waiting for your verse from about 3 months ago.

This lie called life ,trying to tell the truth ,tell the roof its ground an dirt is sky, traveling unravelling the hurt inside , nerve n drive to make your passions happens fast n rappin pass the past , back to the future crash into a prophets dreams, caught in the web , doesn’t really bug me , treated people ugly does, catch a lovely buzz and pollinate , whats with all the hate , ears ringing , is it a call a fate ? if were all a lil odd were all a lil god so we all create , what we call these apes , escape the prisons of your minds, visions are blind without shade , an dead without colour , my brothers an sisters , mistas n mrs, upon the fallen stars you wishes , startlight star bright when I find it hard to write , the heart ignites and puts fireworks in the night sky , I might die , but your guaranteed I’ll live life to its fullest ……

Where's my response

LOL -- yo whitey . i'll give you a task if you want , u wanna write a chorus against whack emcees an biters ???

I suck at choruses lol

I wouldn't mind

i got more sentences than trial judges just a bit more shady
this ******* chick flow never changes like the voicemail lady
broke bum ass nigga smell like humas nigga stay on the rag
this is a PERIOD piece every month u need a new PAD
one week your on able 2 know the next its the ID channel
i cant stand you because ur pieces are never hard like enamel
you be at starbucks writing rhymes to WI FI what the ****?
wanna BATTLE your father for loot?say hi to daddy WAR bucks
wacking this wack ass SOLDIER spitting lines from the 5th grade
for me his face be fist made MOB WIVES type,,,,,,,,,bitch MADE!!!
my speech tight this geek might be on medicals call the federals
this looney tune buffon bars is light like precious metals dude
boy this is hard to stop i graduated from the school of hardknocks
illustraight hated because he graduated from the school of hardcocks
this is uglier than whoopi and lil waynes offspring so i'm a stop it
one more thing being FLY dont mean using ur mouth as a COCKpit,,lmao,,,just playing ill