Neverending Rap Battle

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.

you never bin god just a severed rim job bobble head with a spin top spinned off, your weak sauce when you see prof you shouldnt say my name ,u wanna kick it on some bitch **** dogg my reebok's razor blade edition , all this cheap talk from a dude who's never spent a day in prison , u just dropped the soap at the ymca
looking at your brother like why cant he be gay
resurrect you an kill you twice so u can
re-lay the message to ya death bed , chopped an served to a meth head , coffin turned to a credit in a snuff flick what bitch stuff it up ya suffix language suffer no major loss, jesus u can take ur cross n stuff it , marionette puppet , woke up today dug a grave started burryin this muppet ,miss piggy hogtied to the broad side of a barn door ,shoot you dont got a shot, im leavin ya ta burn bitch kermit the frog fryed c4 ya car door ,you can blow up , well piggys gettin skull fucked till she throws up , go **** ya self , one girl tried an cried when you went inside ur mom screaming ive told you ten times No ******* chance , i'll slap her community chest , an stab you with the monopoly board,ur mom screaming wait , why you stoppin me whore? , cause ur not in me no more , no remorse bitch record me twisting his vocal cords as cops enter the open door holding his throat jump out the window dont need rope no more, endo'd, pen broke, use a pencil to smoke ya temple of higher belief ,eyes n ya teeth , lieing ta me , leave you dieing for weeks , dry in your cheeks trying to speak , rats get clapped for even tryin to squeak be the only time you get applause devils spawn slash'n metal gods go stone age with a microphone plague an leave you retro rock'd , jimmy hendrix ten hits on every appendage leave ur genes acid washed , u try washing ya asses off with a mask n saw , axe an all , hack ya skull , Didn't even use my Mac at all , fagget u probally think of macking tosh . O and Whacking off ,cause ya rappings soft as ya cock in the play boy mansion ud rather play with boys dancing with manson n hansen , ur dad should have never abandoned u , cut ya thoat sever ya hand n see if you can hold on to this flow, u wanna dance ? disco can suck my balls this shits offical nabisco cookies in crisco still aint as fat as this yo , you actually think your deep , ive seen taller knee's on my 1 year old niece running this game in the same polar fleece,leave ya soul deceased an face left with swollen cheeks , take ya body to the black market an sold ya beef ,weighed less then a pound , bitch ur family in the kennel
got ya flesh in there mouths , gobbled it down,turkey ur all pussy so is that incest or cannibalism,ur as small to me as an insect in animal jism ,u want intellect i'll bust in my hand then hand you some wisdom , break a gnome over ya dome cause i cant stand you imprisoned , give brains to ya girlfriend well she tells me what she thinks of you

tell me , What the **** were you thinking dude ?

kickin ass and takin names
on the mic i spit flames
disceive to acheive?
is that really what u believe
y should i lie to get by
you maybe high but u aint fly
so let me take a guess
u came on here thinkin u were the best
till i made u my bitch and fucked u in a dress
thinkin imma reply to u instantly u aint worth my time
so when i have absoulutly nothing left to do then ill rebut ur rhyme
dats right i called it a ryhme not a battle verse
cuz i dont feel in the least bit hurt
battlin me is like masturebating seems like a good idea
to u realized u fucked urself, im battlin a fail y fear
u suck show at least flow nigga
ill **** u in BEAST MODE NIGGA

ight imma battle u . u first lol

I'm spaced out on a whole new astrology:
your discount clothes and verses owe yourself an apology.
You stand in lines at soup kitchens and shop at Dollar Tree.
Scrambling for change just so you can get a warranty.

I'm the best man; you're well groomed, but a bridesmaid.
Casually spraying on you like I'm going through my LeBron phrase.
I'm all over your ass like I'm searching for a prostate.

You try to say your empty pockets are because the economy's bad,
but really you've never gotten over your deadbeat dad.
And you try to compare me with your niece like it's a bedtime story,
but nigga I run with real crooks that run for real glory.

I'm coming at you like a snow drift, habitual gift.
And, yeah, you're moving swift, but you don't know how to shift.
Your words tremble, but mine create a rift.

Jobs come slow because of your feminine ways,
working as a cashier earning minimum wage.
You keep trying to catch up to me, getting on my page,
but I can take your face off like Nicholas Cage.

I'm a full sculpture, you're still on the sketch list.
You're still working on your style, I already perfect this.
I drop a bar over your head like we're playing "Tetris."
If rap had a VIP section, you would never make the guest list.

You talk like you're from the hood, but if I **** around and blast off
you'll scat like a cat faster than NASCAR.
If you come outside you better be looking out for me
or they'll think your were Dr. King how I sniped you off your balcony.

Quit thinking you **** bitches and thinking you're all fine,
'cause even in your loose change you couldn't find a dime.
Stranded in bright lights you wouldn't even shine.
I could give you notebook paper and tell you think between the lines.

I know you were an accident, your momma got pregnant off of pre-cum
I think of you as television; you only play reruns.
When was it when you stopped sucking on your thumb?
Speaking of which, I think it's time for you to leave to Tom Thumb.

Nigga all you can do is deceive,
talking about ******* me in a dress; we both know it was your niece.
I can't say I understand your gay sexual fantasies.
You say I have no flow, but I'm rapping full capacities.

Over 24 hours for you to reply, that's not freestyle.
If it takes you that long to script ****, I can't imagine you in a real battle.
You're still unopened like a box of DVDs,
come outside and I'll leave you at the scene of that SUV.

You're chasing dreams but we aren't even in the same league.
You came in with intrigue and you'll leave with fatigue.
I'm in your face like Maybelline, I'm a wolverine.
Your performance bounces more than a trampoline.

I'll tell you why your bitch left you: she got tired of taping your testicles.
When we fucked she'd be turning **** into a spectacle, exceptional.
When you came home, she'd be laying across the sectional,
her pussy raw and beaten like a fresh vegetable.

Yeah, I'm in her too; in her room, in her womb.
Have her blow my dick up like an inner tube,
then I take a dip in her swimming pool.
When we finish, I leave her to clean up like a kid in preschool.

You might have been cool back in the day,
but now your stuck in the dark in the back of a cave.
You remind of the Backstreet Boys,
wanna take up with the backstreet boy.

You're trying to rap like you're mystical,
but you could take some difficult ridicule.
I touch every bitch you got like a physical,
every bitch you pull looks like they just stepped out of middle school.

This is just the beginning of the storm, try to stay warm.
I am a physical art form, living above norm.
You've got a fetish for a faggot in uniform,
and you've got the kind of face that's featured in gay porn.

bitch see i put this one and forever
this ass thinks he over clever
but bitch now you ganna sufer
you gay ass
you better go back to drama
coz out here we on reality
you just another damn wanna be
so the press can follow me
cause mothafucka i a m G

i **** out better candy rappers then you on halloween , carve ya eyes out n put a candle out on ya tounge as ur about ta scream ,pumpkin , now ur jumpin from dollar verses , to thinking ur hard ,when ur just a swallowing virgin , never ******* cum up with anything original an act like an individual , im mic jordan mic recording why u trying to make us yawn lame ? get stomped out on my lawn mane for kicking lebron james , make weak rappers knees shatter , u pissed off cause i feed ya ur pee bladder , all the money in the world , cant stop me from knocking you out , an putting my cock in ya girls mouth ,dummy , **** hood im worse , don’t worry ya gonna get ya shot that’s how a nine works ,ur a bitch dogg an why you talking all that ass trying to get sodomized , by a god a rhyme , hell you cant back ya **** you don’t got a spine , rob ya blind , stab ya eyes an scream look at my new prada line, tssk tssk tssk, head so far up ya clitorous pussy cant even see what kinda bitch he is , im cumming greasier then mick D’s jizz , jesus you looking crossed ,what r you doin on my court broken ankle’d well im smoking angel , bend ya back back doctor farnsworth ya futuramateur saboteur , if you wanna b- rabid an see the future look through ur broken angle , leave kurt strangled in the ring , its right here golem , going Bling Bling Bling , blink an you’ll miss it , sit down an watch the show , get a Lincoln biscuit , if your hungry for some truth in the john wilkes booth money ,start turning this to a racial issue I’ll rip ur skin off an ur own race'll hit you,chew up ya face an spit you some bathsalts
to clean up ur act,shove some mr clean up ur ass , ur beyond dumb , pawn scum, look like pee on cum,I’ll suffocate this fuckin fake with his own condom , well im getting brains from ya mom son , paternity test says placenta ur still not as fresh as my dentures,u have the ego of a blow up doll , u both get fucked , but think ur sick cause u throw up balls , I don’t like ya stupid , douse u in lighter fluid ,n put a lighter to it , sell the devil a night ya pleasure , n he said u were never ******* hot , talking block when you tuck ya nutsack , puff crack , suck ass, slice ya throat just so prof can cut class ,puff puff pass , ya pastor as I gas ,match , castor oil ya ass , tin foil , wrapped whats cooking mr potato head ? looking a lil MASH’d an you wanna glorify war , what the **** are you rhyming for , nothing u say is worth dieing for ,lieing whores getting fucked by the iron horse ,chu chu , that’s sick ,an u thought u had a Loco-Motive , im running trains on you bitches talking guns n cane , ur a dungeon dame cumming 4 brains , still not that smart cause im dragon ya corpse across the fourth course , to bring the meal a different dimension , ur waiting for god to pick you up well u sniff accension , **** , u wouldn’t even have ya **** mentioned ,mines front cover of plumber magazines , getting proctologist awards , as I razor blade ya dreams , go to bloody sleep , stab this artificial ham with sacraficial lamb ,start counting ur bloody sheep , throw um covered in hemoglobin to a bottomless pit , still wouldnt be bloody deep ....

**** a 16 **** a 32
behind the bars ur still a pussy getting screwed
parapalegic this isnt the paralympics
who'd u think you were steppin to ?

I'll keep this one simple and sweet
so you can takes notes as you rap it in repeat.
You follow the beat with the dead beat of a horse,
you can't even stay on the same page as me, always off course.

Acting like a lyrical wordsman when you spit pitiful bird ****,
using the same rhymes and lines like a continual orbit.
Even if we were kids, I'd thrash and trash you like a bull,
then **** your girl in the face and **** in your Lunchable.

I'm tired of this pussy pseudo dude.
Your awful rhymes are like grime in food.
All you can rap about is crude, lewd, screwed feud.
I bust in like the KGB and intrude with a sinister mood.

Let me know when you really want to go heavy,
up until now I've kept everything buried.
I'm not lying to the kids like the dentist ain't scary;
what I say is true, like my paparazzi and confetti.

I'll lay down the line: you're not the title rapper.
I'll mess you up so bad, you'll need a chiropractor.
At first I barely read your words, then I started listening...
I'd rather get air sacs stuck to my nut sack than listen to that **** again.

You say my **** is unoriginal, but your **** is fictional.
I'm resting at the pinnacle, you're barely at the minimal.
I'll envelope you in razor wire until you can barely breath
and erase you from your fucked up family tree.

You can barely rap a freestyle, **** I diminish.
If darknova starts some gay ****, you'll gimmick and finish.
You're a pussy, not the type you would ****, though.
The type you get close to and smell... then be like **** NO!

Your meanings are all the same, I bet you can't even hit a dozen.
The only time you get real hits is when you're with your baby cousin.
I am a universal prophecy, the prodigious chosen.
I come in heating the scene; your obscene ass is still frozen.

I don't believe all your dissing, repetitive spittin'.
You're better working at Wong's Express making chicken.
Your verses are planned and they're still ******* bland.
You couldn't get paid to rap at a burrito stand.

You call yourself theprofessor, but you can't even sit through a lecture.
I'm trying to show you how to rap if you'd pay attention to my conjecture.
You're a joke: a little funny, but no rap passion.
You're like the 2012 version of the last drive-in.

lolz bitch you got me on ma mind
thinkin why there are bitches like you even singin
so how about you keep your notes to ur self
bitch i am so dangerous you well need help
to get you out of the battle
man i really think you look like any sheep from a cattle
bitch you dont even rap all you do is rattle
so you can take back all this ryhmes these is just a scrablle
so here i speak these words again
lil host remmeber ma name
bitch you just lost this battle you just lost your fame

lil host: I'll remember the name...
The same bitch that always made the same claims.
You can't stop me, no comparison can.
I've owned you since the start, even before we began.

The question is open: who do you think will win?
Me, or Lloyd Banks with pubic hair on his chin?
But hey, I feel sympathy for those who get abused,
so I'll leave you tips and hints, little "Blue's Clues."

I think so deep, I should have a degree in philosophy, Karl Marx.
Your ass will be remembered for never getting up, Rosa Parks.
You are not a threat when I'm dumping these bullets.
I've got clips you've never seen, like unreleased footage.

You're like an alcoholic's dream: none of your bars are real.
I did my homework: your real name is Garfield.
Haters pay me to see me slay kids easily,
spraying blood on the crowd like "300" in 3D.

i'll fracture your chiropractor,
shove him up ya back door
and send you to your proctologist
even he cant handle all a yo ****

all the way up to ya hollow ribs
i break off an use as a tooth pick
,truth is ,stupid, u is
sick as a white blood cell in a kkk member
at a black panther meeting when ur facepaint wears off
u dont scare prof

scalp ya hair off , an put a wig on a mannequin
thats more man then him
dismantling a mandolin
strangle you with the wire
pick up a razorblade play ya vocal chords like slash
knife gashed

mic rapped around the occipital lobe
can't see im pissing a flow faster then you listen ,ya slow ,smoke ya dome with a grim reef bong broke ya skull
ur ball's deep in mcdonalds ball pits
u must be this tall bitch

parents call all ya'll kids, out the play centre
soon as this fag enters
dont even talk to me
thinking ur universal prophecy
GOD Knows what it told the flocking sheep to talk n speak

wanna start ****
smash ya ass with a starship
to a vegtable in a vegtable market
think ur instellar fella
cause i fed ya ta martians
in the cellar helen keller'd
send ya ta hell ,uh ,hello , im dancing 9 circles around you
u cant see that ?

three laps
passed relapse he acts like im not an unstable isotope
how you think ima react ? knife ya throat
cause i dont like a choke emcee
smack a 24 pack of kokanee
against ya back
an broke ya knees

how u gonna stand up 4 yourself when i hack both ya feet
shake speares at poetry
an stab um in the eye , see if he see the point ?
im doin real **** , so i dont want you to notice me ...





JUST SO U CAN READ IT IN YOUR NATIVE TOUNGE
Keep Sucking Ya ******* Thumb

you give me a 24 funny fool
I give ya a 42
you cant cum up with a shot toting a twenty 2
we'll i bust in ya shorty dude

It's funny, I'm battling three guys, all hiding behind lies.
If this was drama, you'd win a national prize for concealed disguise.
And I can still reply faster with a beautiful disaster,
sticking like plaster, an ultimate master, lyrics supreme even to Marshall Mathers.

I'm a fresh pair of J's, you're a ****-stained dirty shoe.
The last time you felt pussy was when the bitch gave birth to you.
You say you slip your dick into sluts and into cunts.
Judging by your gut, you ain't seen your dick in months.

You order Krispy Kremes in hunger dreams.
When you rap your fat jiggles in streams.
Don't be mad, we've all got a little blubber;
but we don't have to wear a coat to keep our boobies covered.

It's not just your sight; you smell like armpit, bologna and gym socks.
You gotta use a garden hose to wash the folds whenever your skin flops.
Your fat ass is just mad 'cause the sluts are on my dick
'cause the last time you stepped on a scale, it said, "**** you, I quit!"

You act like a king but you're weak like a jester.
You look like a sumo but scream like a wrestler.
How are you gonna put your fat ass in my class?
I'm a surgeon, I cut fats, gastric bypass.

When I show my skill, niggas know I'm ill.
I'm hot like magma; you're cold like a winter chill.
And you can't even talk to a female;
the only chance you get is when you open your email.

You rap like a spoiled rich kid trying to come of age,
rolling with the big kids until you face the barrels of a 12-gauge.
Your bitch could be six months pregnant and going on a rave,
I'll **** her like a virgin until her water breaks.

You won't prevail with transparent raps, turn back.
I pack diversionary attacks as a literary hack.
You try to act black like a white boy reject.
Is that just your face or a birth defect?

I drop a couple shells, you get destroyed in your blind spot.
I drop a couple bombs, you get the same treatment Nagasaki got.
I stand up shitting, you take ******* potty squats.
Like "Lollipop Chainsaw" I'll deliver constant body shots.

And speaking of McDonald's, get this kid a kid's meal. I'm behind the wheel.
Show this kid some sex appeal, then show him how to kneel.
You must be tired from living with your momma,
dealing with momma drama, it's a trauma.

It's no fun battling someone who takes rhymes from commercials.
It's no wonder you still live in a basement, antisocial.
You're entire life's been as a regular Joe with a regular flow,
so I'll take a McDouble, no onions and a regular coke.

you can lick the bottom of my **** stained dirty shoe
,u heard me dude ,serve three stool samples
with herpes, an a dunce cap in preschool
to show your dimension,did i mention ima kick ya ass
90's style an Reboot ,every tooth in the roof of ya mouth
punt ya brain out ya **** your still closed minded
holding your birth an death certificate
use ur throat ta co sign it ,
feed ya kosher leave ya chokin on my holster
an wont give you the lahymmlic
jew think u can rhyme bitch ?
eat ya dradle off the last dinners table
on the eve of war
look at ya mom shove you back in her naval
with cane n able
jesus ima smack ya twice with the after life
till you stain the cradle
mortals dont want contact K.O'd like Kano in mortal combat
till there spinal cord gone snapped
crap , I forgot I came in your girls ass b4 you ate it out
**** now u know where im coming from , u cant say **** now
that I havent already said
killed you in ya moms stomach , your al-ready dead
and you havent even come out the closet yet fagget
u dont even bug me maggot
on the windshield
shoot go buy a car
get ya rims steeled
ten mil's of real
kill millions more then a deal
george foreman ya grill
and build a gingerbread house out ya mouth
meow , mouse , now what **** is you about ?

gym socks , go give my toilet a rim job
i'll shatter mathers mirror personality
like it doesnt even matter gather the shards
and cut ya wrists ya ******* bitch , reality hits
u stuff ya dick between legs , and ya shirt with kleenex
speaking of birth defects
im an immaculate conception
rap ballistics against catalyst capitalistic
shooting there vag with lips stick
they can kiss there ass good bye,stomping this rich kids
face into his butt , ginsu'd ya muff
ate all the pussy , then threw ya up
at a sex party slice off ur nuts an sow up ya clit
you aint doin ****
enough a this , wipe the **** off ya upper lip
can't smell how ass your are cornholio
napoleon dynamite blowing up with polio
only thing ya flyin a flight a stairs
till ur left with a life less stare
knifes his hair an feed um some dead protein
u can suck my gold member an swallow ya gold dreams
overdosing on codeine can't feel the fourty pounds a fourties
attached to the axe of jason vorhies pour these
for my dead homies
you dont get a drip bitch you don't know me
what are you fourteen
ur mom was the same age when I raped her
gave her the reverse vader ,
kick you in the privates ,
if you think your major
general of heavens army send u back to earths maker
this is like clippers verse lakers
im chamberlin , johnson,
kobe , shaq ,rodman,
keerem abdul jabar
jerry west,Elgin Baylor
i dont phil ur doing jackson
im coaching the game an maintain my point range
i could give you 3 pointers , rather dunk in ya face pointblank

as ya mind an bank statements
uv never made sense
and I make dollars from my cadence

ur contradicting yourself now

couple raps ago u claimed it quality over quantity

an now ur saying


do u think that your quantity has bin quality ?

which one ? ur entire scheme lolol

get yo 2 chainz ass off here lmao

WockaFlocka

I am a tidal wave; I surge like a flood.
My flow cuts you up, skins you and leaves you dripping blood.
Everything you spit is the same feedback, continual recap.
My pressure's so heavy it brings you level with my kneecaps.

I hope you came prepared 'cause you're about to get spent.
I am an enterprising franchise, you're a bad investment.
You can't even speak properly, you sound like Donald Duck.
Even deaf people would say you ******* suck.

You think you can battle and say that you rap?
That's like watching UFC and thinking you can scrap.
Tans fade, hair grows and you start to lose your grand.
That's what you get for walking around still holding your mom's hand.

Fakes grasp for my verses at the edges of their fingertips
while you're at home writing scripts and fixing computer chips.
You're coming on here with a fucked up pitch,
I'll run up through your ass like Kobe with that white bitch.

You're even taking my lines, you're so basic.
But I'm the opposite; I'm careful like a forensic.
My point comes across, I get the lettuce and bread.
You're dangling on a thread, still sleeping on a bunk bed.

I destroy, infiltrate and rebuild just for props.
You're still in the cabbage patch, pulling up crops.
You can't even form a complete thought.
My rhymes are tight like Lil Kim's twat.

I'll give you one thing: you're a persistent peasant.
But you'd think I was a DB, 'cause I'mma intercept it.
The only time you see a jersey is when you're shopping at Champs.
I see you in the strip club trying to make it rain with food stamps.

No one gives two damns about what you rep and what you drop.
I'll murder you like the doctor that killed the king of pop.
You're a follower of whoever's in sight.
You're trying to reach me when you're not even my height.

I spread strife like Tony Parker and his wife.
You come into this battle with a butter knife... well, it's your life.
Quit battling, go back to rapping in Auto-Tune.
I'm tired of battling a fake ass cartoon.