Neverending Rap Battle

Name another 5 rap artists u listen to because you basically just named the basic rappers that everyone knows

Your style
1. Basic similes
2. Big words to sound better
3. Single syllable rhyming
4. Gay comparisons
5. Questioning sexuality

Not impressed

Congratulations u've made Whitey jealous LOL.

Eminem, Jay-Z, Frank Ocean, Luniz, Ice Cube. I'm not sure if you're trying to compete; we have our tastes in music and I clarified others I enjoyed than Justin Bieber.

Also, let me include one of your raps:
"Lil host that was pathetic I should bend your bones backwards
How u gonna try to be hard when you literally said u blow rappers?
You haven't even learned to grasp the English language
If I ever tried to rhyme real and sell I'd be finished rappin
I mean like what the **** man how u gonna act like you god sent
When your RAP BATTLING me and said rhyming is non sense?
I mean you can't rhyme 1 syllable words how u gonna act like you ballin player
Cuz if your faggot ass is a pro then son imma hall of famer"

Illiterate, no theme, basic analogies... So I'm confused, is your style better than mine?

This for one a battle rap analogies are not necessary it's about punches I can make analogies I can make metaphors I can make similes

It was also written in about two minutes

Again, I'm confused. Are you trying to say you're better than me? I think there's a quick way we can find that out. Otherwise, hop off my dick and STFU.

I am and I'll prove it mr platypus

On your cue.

bro u just fucked ur self

You boast that you will battle anyone, yet you won't reply to my rap...

and dont worrie platty host prof imma battle all yall just have some stuff goin on imma be back on at like 12:00 ish

when the **** did i boast i jjust said i would battle any one i got some stuff that needs to be handled first

My bad, I read you wrong.

ah dats ok

you bitch iamma end you crush you then toast you
bitch iamma give a fact thats true
when you batllen wid lil host you should know what to do
move along coz u will neva win
bitch i crush ur bones i murer that pen
tryna go against me bitch thats a sin
so we aint even have to discuss
coz bitch i won you platypus
so you better not curse on me
and get outa here and go back to jb

naaah man if you can make them ryhme if you just change the pronunciation
man do you get it now like if you just meld the word or expand it

I got three bitches right now: your fame, this beat and my female.
She likes to pay attention to details, but personally I like to derail
her finer parts and her ass that runs so deep.
I ram her like a mountain sheep even in her sleep.

I say pussy over paper and prose over bros.
You're a ragged-ass nigga ready to be disposed.
My confidence keeps me warm like a sweater;
despite the weather. I'm heating like a hot pepper.

I come from the very definition of fail,
yet I rain on you like hail. No ale,
no cure. I concur I am like a saboteur.
Like crystal diamond I am 100% pure.

I'm at the tip of the apex,
someone fetch me a Kleenex
'cause I sneeze tracks and **** albums,
constantly spitting platinums.

You might make the flow freeze, but I put bitches on their knees.
My flow is so sick I must have a disease.
Let me know if I'm too difficult to manage;
I know your trying to play deep, but you can't even deal damage.

first of all you the bitch
battlen me you well regret
you lameass gay kid
now you've gone dead
anfta this me i will be your inspiration
and **** you you actin cool while kid are dien over there nation
and bro me iam rappin you just openin a conversation
you lifeless bro
bitch i am your leada you ma co
so
how about you shut up you GAY, ASS ,HOE

I said step up not sit down clown , you had 3 bitches and i put every one down in the pound, meow what the **** did you say pussy , veterinarian doctor has an ovarian doctor an your still more pussy ,cats acks lion lie n lying on the ground lik antelope carcus ,narcissist startin this **** , sharks n fishes , so sick barfin fish slits u smell like ur ass eating by pirahna
katana's the monster in your closet, n blood dripping out your faucet on some raw ****,ur gut needs a bra bitch eating ya ego and breast feeding ya pee hole we two completely different people , u **** n fico ,n im spittin lethal injection needles n pressin threefold your dimension origami your armani suit idea, an put on an new idea , U I C a word flip flyer then bird **** I C U clippings ya wings hittin the surface rippin ya cervix ,well im kissin the nurses , n ur bitchin its hurts miss ,well im getting Kurtis Blow'd
how the **** you think u gonna battle us ? ur extinct platypus, you think ur remarkable? ressurect bovine cadevers splattered with kerosine an re spark the bull, **** particle accelerator a hater so fast , wont even see the supernov blast that killed ya ass , saboteur , vag manure, **** this pussy , took a knife slit his wrist clitorus and left it for me to stab a verse , slash ya words , slice ya throat , master work the masses, like my knife work those gashes , ur so trash its why oscar the grouch is making sandwiches of ya mouth on the couch , what the **** are you goin about ?beyond a doubt

I won get out

You need to learn to revise,
your **** is cheaper than french fries.
You've got more peaks and falls than a roller coaster.
I can't believe English is your first language. I'd do better with a translator.

A blade is not needed, my words cast their own incision.
It's an eerie but cheery sight to see your blood glisten.
I'm just speaking from my mind, no peace to the constables.
The deepest of sights, revealing methodical.

Don't debate, 'cause if you make a mistake I won't hesitate to make this your end.
You're at the bottom of the market while I'm a common trend.
I'm spiraling the sky, at the top of the food chain.
No one wants to fight with the force of a freight train.

My steps brush over you like dust,
when I walk, the wind blows and you adjust.
Go ahead and regard me with disgust, I reply with distrust.
Like a knife thrust you pop like pie crust.

Atmospheric beat for late night sessions,
smoking on weed, a slaved life-long essence.
Breathing the sentiments, releasing confessions.
You know, they say it's all about that first impression.

So let me tear you up, let me put this **** up for wholesale.
I know there's other niggas scrambling just to follow my trail.
You write like your five, but you tell your friends you went to Yale.
There's nothing I hate more than a fake nigga's tale.

I don't need your **** script,
I leave it lit like a cigarette.
Go back to sucking on your mother's tit,
we all know that's the only DD that you'll get.

It's a bird, it's a plane, no it isn't another Lil Wayne.
It's a real ass rapper spitting straight off the brain.
I'll leave you crushed on a crutch, sprained ankle and constrained,
trying to mumble raps that you can hardly maintain.

There's no hook, it's all style in this quasi freestyle.
You say I'm wasting your time, but I'll make your stay worthwhile.
You're still writing down notes from Eminem's "8 Mile."
I'm the final verdict in this everlasting rap trial.

Writing is my only escape from my insanity.
To any opposers, I am a catastrophic calamity.
This isn't "Mortal Kombat" but I'll leave you in fatality,
your concave chest wheezing like an allergy.