Neverending Rap Battle

I beat the kid up in my pajamas too lmfao prof knows the story

Morals

moral is: no matter how much somebody hates/disrespect you, never take them serious and keep doin you, cause karma will eventually find them.

when this facade that i carry all day on my shoulders is shut down its over
all these ass holes and bad omans attack my skull
they HATE but i just laugh it off
after all, it just eats at there consience harder
and im dreamin for somethin larger
cause my lifes comin
and this pen must strike somethin
and oh the rage when the ink soaks the page its on for days
it never goes away, ya gotta know the game
you're gonna get critics and hyrprocrites in the midst.. of this
all these people hatin, sayin ya cant make it, those are the fakest
i aint fakin this, i aint just sayin this just to say **** but all this is ancient
cause these people aint **** these people dont know the game bitch
wait till i AIM THIS at the LAMEST, i'll show ya hatred
to alll cocksuckas, thinkin there's hostility? yeah, possibly lead
either your life is slowly decayin when ya layin on the hospital bed

that **** your boyfriend just gave me a great idea.

I better get 50% of profits

If u wanna stick wit 8 bars for your verse that's fine just know me and prof are doing 16

so about how much more seconds? rap ya verse and time da shiz.

gotta fith of gin a baby girl named vivian and i cant even talk or walk straight
but i convince one of her friends that i gotta in but i lied again
but she met me when i was flowin on rhymes
she was knowin my lines, she knows she my kind
of girl, my sweater reads 'just do it' and shes boastin to night
got to toastin and i, showed her my ride
a 97 carlo, started givin me head and blowin my mind
this hoe is so fine, started stroken when she opened her thighs
told her tonight, is the night she wont forget
hopin shes tight, so i started holdin her tits
but i focus on dick, no rubber on it but i still **** her in bummer while she screamin "oh ************!"
so when i come around bustin a flow
other mc's have the right of calllin me the ****
and they also have the right of callin me a dick
boy you a bitch, ya still toyin with this rap game
this game is my tonka truck
im throwin dirt on ya, so dont fall in love
cause bitch i wont buy you no orchestra
im playin ya like one, so focus up, open up
take off those loafers uh, **** ya

listen to dis ****. theres still a whole nother verse and and hook.

v1
h1
v2
h2

The verses for the beat are 8 bars right now just double it

sounds fuckin spectacular

You know how I do

writin to this now. who else onnn

0:21-1:23

they told me to go all out, so tore out a whore child out of a porn stars stomach
the more you cuss, the more i love it
the more we ****, the more i puff it
and i dont smoke, but im lone and broke livin mobile home
ahh **** i didnt want that break, i didnt want the condom to either
now i got the gonnoreah, you're a hotty Leah
so i figured id rap to ya
sorry i cant stay, im just too bad for ya
who ya, think ya fuckin wit? you a virgin bitch
im goin all out, bustin in ya mouth that's what ive cum for
its bami get my fuckin name right, not like that little deer
so little dear, listen here low life all you want is 'titties and beer' (napolean dynamite impersination)
sorry if im screamin in ya ear, am i makin myself clear?
not followin no cliche, i dont behave, keep ya amazed
vma's, vaginas, mad ass
throwin 50 cent peieces at you cause ya half ass
leave ya dead, a bloody pussy, feindin for tampax
beaver has cataracts, cats that act like they cant see
its bami a bad banshee who banded his damn family withstanded a stampeed with three camrys
cant ya see im packin heat in the back like a gay guy (hay guys)
say bye (pah pow)
oww **** i just did it again, no homophobe here
im just a dick, this must be it, is this it? is this all?
you're stinkin up the place, you must be piss in a stall
am i pissin you off? this whole music industry is one dimension
hell i can take beiber but **** one direction (echo)

im on it write now bambs

To the beat of "set it" by necro


You call this hip hop 

You know im always the dopest flowing 
Throat is open rappers are hopeless quotients 
My closest opponents are left comatosin 
So explosive mic like a stick of dynamite 
So imma blow up and fry ya mind with what I'm tryna write 
These guys are like I grind for stripes son I grind for life today's faggot emcees are embezzlers drop em 
I wouldn't **** that bitch nicki with a Kevlar condom 
Y'all just tryna get more stardom talkin bout flossin the whip and bitches who talk to the dick why we callin it sick I wanna go back to days of the vynal store 
Cuz muphukas like tyga ain't got nothin on this lions roar 
Bitch what you crying for **** off i laugh at gore 
 I didn't wanna do this but it's what they was askin for 
they ain't villains if they go on an international tour 
spit a classic right back to rappin i don't know what your fans are clappin for 
And just to add it your a faggot if money's what U rappin for 

im left comotosin? weow.

While your throat is open

after you on that beat



having sex in asylums cause it ******* crazy
not since christ have u seen somethin so immaculate baby
all these assholes act the **** lately potato head i have to **** gravy
u wanna cut a bloody flow ,
glue razor blades to ya dildo stuff downed ya bloody throat
freal buddy choke dirty rappers muddy flow
dog all the bitches ya after at puppy shows
hit a mic in the ribs wit a knife rewired the way you live ya life
get a life n do a bit ,dog took the short bus thats a stupid bitch
fact that you eat your own crap that’s sum stupid ****
whore of the music biz only use yea lips fer sewer piss
when we splooge the jiz we use ur tits always knew use a bitch
what breed,castraten whack statements make ur nuts bleed
smack a fake takin saten cremate him,get burned if u **** wit me
you can’t battle ya conscience ya stuck with me
you can babble the nonsense if it was up ta me
you’d stop getting fisted n looking Kermit muppet green
crack the back ya skull open an sip the dmt
u wake up in the hospital asking was it a dream
how you gonna know how to act, if you don’t know ya character
don’t know the roll ,don’t know if its tv or movie America
don’t know the script sitting watching as the television stare at ya
anal sex with twins of the same sex **** couldn’t compare ta ya
u think astranaught sex is the only way of not ******* up
rap r not laugh at fakes decapitate with uppercuts
wrote this **** on toilet paper for your ass’s to enjoy it later
got the force from vader reports from alqeuada shwarz from my negger
shocking my testicals electrical short ya’ll data made a major lazers
spill a rap retnas snap make you go blind when im pissing around
killed that past filled the ass of future with what ya listenin ta now
gave the present a present and shove my dick n her mouth
make u deepthroat a condom box n break a rib in ya mouth
make u swallow it all of it alchaholic sip and start shittin it out
call it quits you wont acknowledge it just keep purring kitten meow
my music I do it mane for the love of the game
n use jsst stupid playing like you want some brains
Think about it !


holla

BACK TO THE BEAT FOR WHITEY

PROF at 0:24-1:30

MY LYRICS starting at 1:43

when pen hits pad or paper its like im armed with GATS and LABOR
WEAPONRY is my WORK, step to me you need nerves
eff the peace now you feel hurt, BUTT heavenly hell i set FIRE to HERBS
yo HOT ASS is GRASS, you cant match my top MASSES of GASES cause im HEAVLY ACTIVE
i REACT to and attack you and your ELEMENTS
end you and send you to heaven, you heaven sent cause ever since
i put away and dropped my innosence
i've been a devil since i was messin with pencils and drawin elephants
thats my rememberance at sucha young age startin with all the MILLIONS ive EMBEZZLED in
cause im the type that'll STEAL the GREEN right outta ya pocket whore
so lock ya doors latch um shut cause i'll never open a up a phantom slut
that's just askin for suicide eh, so do as i say
dont sleep on me, pleez dont snooze away
GALLOP across the CALENDAR so SKIP like Buellers DAY
bazookas and tape chooses your fate
so i dont wanta here no poppin off at your mouth
how you're so awesome and how ya were found
cause frankly i dont buy a single ounce of that bull ****
gotcha freaked out with yo beak out at these foamin lips
whoa bitch, watch where yo PHONE SITS
cause if ya havent noticed i wont hesitate to CALL you out when im SITTIN here
make ya career disapear i say that as if you even had one
im just itchin to shatter you in fragments its easy as muggin
i got bitches and faggots fleein and runnin when they see me comin
so i must be somethin, dont gimme that look like you're mad at me
blame it on the music, so **** you for baggin me
so lets go back to the beat

WHITEY YOU START AT 2:56- 3:33
you can have a short verse

topic: instead of radio djs and how they say "back to the music" its gonna be back to the beat. in other words bein pro underground and not caring or givin a **** about mainstream. holla

When you said last verse I was like sick! Last verse then I come to find its like 30 seconds lol Guess I just have to outshine u in a short amount of time