Neverending Rap Battle

Quality is irrelative to speed, if that's what you're trying to get at. If you're talking about a "beautiful disaster," then that's not contradictory either. Beautiful to me, because my raps contain quality and precision; however, you keep dissing them like they're a disaster.

Now, where is the contradictory?

By the way, keep picking apart my lines. I know you care. One love.

OK so you are a bad ass rapper, now if you can help too show us what reality is like then I could see more value in what you have to share. No harm intended by what I said but I am only hoping that you will not give up on us and leave us with nothing to consider.

I'm confused. What do you mean "show us what reality is like"?

Please be as intellectually honest with us in your rap as you can. there are many intellectual rappers out there if you have the desire to search them out. Here is only one of them.

I sometimes make raps reflecting my life, but otherwise that's not really my style nor what I enjoy. I could talk about politics, philosophy, ethics or whatever all day, but I'd never make a rap about it.

LMAO

Why not? You do realize that we are all effected by it? I am not looking for you to be empirically correct but what could be wrong if you tried to get as close to reality as you see it?

Because if inspiration is what you're looking for, you can do it yourself. The strongest motivation is through self-accomplishment. I don't want to be a medium doing something I don't enjoy and don't feel comfortable doing just for someone else's incentive.

A compilation of things I said that you restated:


Pretty much the same things as when I said


You just restated me saying


Restated what I said:

I think there's another one somewhere, but whatever. My point's been made.

listen rim job
if you believe ya that
your as loose as her snatch
what do u think this is ?a school 4 mentally handicap
stupid is back
rip out ya dental ,teeth in hand in smack um in the face
an hand um back, ur actions are fake, toy aisle lil boy style pedophile , street fighter n a speach writer i'll hand you half the head a guile,ur taking ur 1st step im ahead a mile beyond a doubt pee on ya house, miss drip a lil pee in ya mouth , beyond physical perception , I know the in's n outs , in ya house
turn on ur the gas stove , ur ass cold? asshole , light a blunt at the door throw the match pack back
blow up like the rest of the rat pack
used as a dildo only time you pack gats
ass crack filled with lead
from my pencil slicing, (u dont got ****)
on ya rectal walls
rip out ya exo, words fall silent in my echo
retrograde grenades filled with razor blades
theres 3000 ways to andre only one way to pompei
u think ur Jay Z , but im banging beyonce
your fiancee and oops what'd ur aunt say
ur not ******* ****
u deserve to get chipped by the goverment
get blazed like some old dutch know what
money wont make u stand up for your self
when u have no crutch, not nuts
u must wonder what its like to lift a scrod up
hey scenster pee'd ya pants welcome to the fema camp
glad u showed up, i put ur flows up with my throw up
and old cups of pop that dried on the side of the road
beside ya cold body ,no shotty ,nope someone decided to go
potty in ya throat sorry ,no audience to obvious
saudi sift the last second of sand out ya hour glass
u wanna recap , how bout I scalp from ya teeth back an make three hats ? you believe that , these cats saying a verse flip
makes him nervous cause ur (steeling his lines) put rebar through ya spine barbwire ya nine, ur screaming bloody **** like its ur dildo time , go to sleep bitch ,im givin ya girl pillow time , crackhead you have a brillow mind , ill flows shine,n i already knocked ya lights out ,u cant rap politics cause your to worried bout who's balls ta kiss n how deep u can swallow dick , looking like some fat baltic bitch , parents called it quits,now quits drinks out the toilet ,hasn't found her voice yet , so she shoves flash lights down her thoat an up her ass tryin to find it , ur blind bitch there is know upper class just who's willing to cut ur ass maybe a lil proff stuck up ur ass ******* blast , ud get fucked up fer cash,u love cops cause they always bust ur ass busta blast mustard gas b4 u muster back one ******* fact , how do I know ur ******* whack
cause you were whacking off
and paid a shade gray gay mobster to watch ya ******* back
wash ur nothing raps,in a sulfuric bath
rip ya skin off leave ya nerves attached ,
you feel that ? or u still looking fer ya sack?

no actually it hasnt at all

I used everything in a larger context then that , but you cant read the lines for what they are

and its called a flip , a rebuttle

I didnt say exactly what you said at all , UR AND IDIOT for even thinking that was biteing , in any sense

u have weak preschool punches n schemes n think ur amazing n think someones stealing from you cause ur nopt as good n there showing you that

get in control of your ego

ur not half as good as you think u are

I've had consistent flow from the get-go and consistent theme.
You're rapping the same things: wet pussy and street dreams.
At any rate, none of my verses are like yours;
whereas I'm sparking wars, you can't even settle scores.

You mentioned the Lakers like they're an NBA warranty;
your last name should be Bryant the way I leave you K.O. be.
Quote any of my verses that were "weak preschool punches."
You put up a good front; but I carry you through this like a bully toting lunches.

You maligned, declined, unsigned nigga. I don't even need time, it's all in my mind.
I usually have to say it multiple times for the intellectually blind.
So I'll say it again, quote anything I've said that's whack and out of touch.
You're like a little preschool bitch. Hopping verses like you're playing double dutch.

While you diss me in prose, I reply in flows.
My verses are like uppercuts. Jab, hook, bloody nose.
So go ahead and keep at it, haters make me famous.
My cadence is contagious, you've always tried to grasp at this.

I'll never become a casualty. I'm like matches on gasoline,
I burn like carbon and throw up a smoke screen.
Your lines are pure agony, I hang you like tapestry.
And then you try to pick me apart like I'm an atrophy?

Like I said, I guess it shows you really care.
Or perhaps you're so butthurt you scrounge in despair.
You have no idea how mad I get when fake rappers try me.
They act like the grind me when they're way behind me.

I'm the ******* man; you're just ******* a man.
I bring heat to the battle like a founding American.
At least you don't have to worry about people jacking your flow and ****.
Even the hungriest baby in Africa wouldn't take a bite of that ****.

When you take up with me, I destroy you; no feeling, no healing.
I don't even have to try; it's like battling the ceiling.
You're a buster, you ain't a hustler.
The last time you pulled the trigger was on Time Crisis at Dave & Buster's.

So hand me a scepter and crown me, I'm the king.
I came in with a sprained spirit but I'm leaving with everything.
I am a divination to rap like religion is to a thesis,
I'll congregate and murder you like the Romans that killed Jesus.

theres a couple spelling errors in the last one , lemme know if i have to repost it with the proper spelling .

EVERY LINE

yo multi's insults me ,ya word flips , schemes ****
steroids in ur ass n ur still on that weak ****
we know ur secret ,u eat dick an wipe up with kleenex,
givin aids vaccines in the back seat an you think thats clean sex , funny ,still never got ya hands dirty,sipholus an herpes
sick a this , ******* clitoris poking holes in the condom
you can't hurt me , will u get cancer please , n just grow up
or swallow some plastiques by the time it hit ya ass cheeks
u'll blow up, leave ya genes sowed up if you show up im taking ur fams bio out the cryo an leave you with cold cuts ,like a sloth trying get off you slow ****,this haters gonna make u famous for fitting your own head up ur anus , of course im not signed , u are with two hearts an a mushroom tattoo of your life partner , you sound like a white carter , dont think i have drive till i ride on ya corpse with a white charger , dodge , police dogs hounding ya, all they smells bitch ,selfish , shellfish, get overzealous smash a bat over ya pelvis
open ya mouth to shout, all we smells dick
keep talking about warranty's boring me ,nap,
ignoring thee fact
u just pissed u cant get ur sorority back ,
n ya job at the mc dicks u had senority
senor its me speedy gonazlez undelay undelay
ur underage n im underpaid for this stat rape for that pap
ur comparisons are embarassin
as a canadian goin bald eagle on this american
u wanna compare to me by ******* fruit
im clonein hybrids an making cups a juice
play pool wit ya thoughts
shake ya 8 ball an ask wuts the truth
try again
Is it true ur a ******* goof
Yes
is platypus mad at us
Yes
is that uh puss ,gonna battle us
No

Like like like like like like like like like
like do u know know how to use a simile
simply use like or as,
u dont have a shot against a sniper blast
I cypher rap , u siphon crap with a mic attached
to ur ass only thing that could sound that shitty
the way ur flowin noone stoppin me
using a stop sign during ur clonoscopy
taking pictures for the nurse go n copy these

u lil calf feens always want beef screaming coffee please
leeches get the **** off of me u bloody suck
on ur buddies nuts , bet ur girls an ugly ****
that slutty slut , elmer fud you need to stud-d-d-dy up

Your breath smells of plaque, take a step back.
I'll shut your lip smacks with a quick crack of a lyric attack.
You say you're hard, but you're softer than clay in a pottery kitchen.
No friction, weak description, addiction to fiction and constant bitchin'.

I said I'm the king, I deliver and swing, steamed like a hot spring. You're a ******* pawn.
I'll force you suck the blood from an aged bitch's tampon.
I'm driven by this freedom image like a weaver with limitless linen.
You're so gay, you get mad if you even think of women.

Even my bitch can make you flip back with a frontward slap.
You always walk around strapped but it's empty like your raps.
I hope you know basic survival, there's no chance at revival.
I'll stifle your stiffy for me with my assault rifle.

If I don't pick up a knife and slice and dice you like OJ Simpson,
I'll spit until you're sick with mental symptoms.
Gay porn is they only way you'll ever go hard.
I pack more punches than a key operator with a punched card.

This battle is another felony I'm facing:
Murdering theprof, self-incrimination.
You act like a pizza man with no car, can't deliver.
I can flow like a river, you just hold like a quiver.

Your vocals shakes when you rap, your hand shakes when you jack off.
The only time you got a hole in one was at miniature golf.
I'd take a hit at your mom, but I heard you and her already smashed.
Herpes covering her lips, saying that **** is a rash.

I'm on a killing spree, reckless and speedy.
You're Garfield: a lazy pussy next to Odie.
I'll give it to you though, you've got devotion.
Only if you could flow with more motion...

I'm tired of hearing you spit poor, incoherent wordplay.
That's what you get for forming it in and out of foreplay.
I've got a Colt .45 at your inner processing unit
and I'll blow you like a bitch at any movement.

already have mental symptoms
u jus think u have doh homie
cause ur the ghetto simspons
u do ur own cavity search an say no homo
does gravity hurt when ur so high on urself bozzo
collapse ya lungs with O zone
bitches diggin in ya pants for money theres no bones
odie
pussies like you arent real , garfield is the lasagna monster
OG
cook ya noodle ,u look like strudel
put in a meat grinder with a poodle
im flowing picasso ,ur just a doodle
n u cant hear me cuttin ya ear over ya ego shouting
about kings dude
labotomized an sodomized by my own brain
****, still out think you
theres nothing below ur surface , no depth to sink to
you cant even fathom a nautical ur product sold
think ur hot ,i went to simming pools in the artic
an never caught a cold
slap vandross with diana ross an a cross from zz top
get ya soul rock'd, cold cocked
with a butterball ur mother called
she said stop sucking on ur brother balls
hang on im gettin another call
and she says
............... u were not her fault
she'd swear on a bible but she already hooped it , stupid
this about making music ur repitative as loop kits
feed you stemcell research lets hear some new ****
slap u with the bible belt
write a book of ass kicking called FUCKED UP
and give you the title belt
flow so hot the mic'll melt
**** acid that burns through caskets u basterd
that squirts just like my last terd , masir
u ghosts why i laugh at fakes ,
not ******* cumming up with a thing , ur casper
trying to masterbate
listen ass if i wanted ur advice id ask ur face
put a lil rock in my hip hop n slash ya face
ur muffin man gettin eating by the cookiemonsta basket case
ur the type to throw a rave in ur ass n pack the place
id hack ya waist n half ya face so u can practice safe sex
play poker facen shove cards down ur throat
thought u take dex,
old school enough to smash ur face next n take ya tape deck
ur fuckin unoriginal as fake sex with the latex
blow up girl , u couldnt afford unpaid sex
pet cemetary playing a grave vet
leave you royal flushed if this pussy hasnt bin spade yet
lets use ur fisher price play set,well u play with rubber ducky
ima nut butter ur mother n go chucky
I might let you finish her off if ur so lucky
nope, choking on a leprechauns effin dong
taste me lucky charms son
ur smaller then bucky larson
smoke ya carbon against a blood donors clinic
and call it bloody arson' , when im sparkin
flash ur life b4 your eyes
some child wipes an mc dicks frys ,dwarf sized
i know ya nose knows snow white still getting poned by 4 guys
i'll quantum punch a hole horse size
through stephen hawkings face and hit you with four eyes
before I let my jedi force fly,pegasus
just as ur girl ,my magnum bust

Your time is out and your lights are out.
The last battle was easy; after my first punch you were knocked the **** out.
And your bitch you always boast about, the one sliding down poles...
That's one scary hoe, bro. She wears underwear with dick holes.

You keep calling yourself a heater, I'll show you a heater, so stop it.
Nigga, you couldn't ride a beat with training wheels on it.
You think you're high-priced, cold and iced. Nigga, you're more abandoned than after a heist.
I've got advocates following me like I'm handing out cannabis. My words are inspirational like The Passion of the Christ.

It only takes one punch for me to destroy your feeble frame,
but I'll keep them flowing for the others in this war game.
My flow is ferocious, I'll trash the youth.
I'll put a mic in a box like a vocal booth.

See, I am a sound fire, like an orchestra and choir.
You can't even roll right like a flat tire.
If I had a dime for every new verse you landed... I'd have a dime.
I wouldn't say you're not worth my time 'cause I suppose it's good to take notes from the sublime.

But seriously, you've got to let this **** go.
You keep saying you're cold but you can't even make it snow.
Half your **** doesn't even rhyme, artificial.
I've said it before: I'm the final verdict like I'm judicial.

After I beat you down and make you bleed three liters with a meat cleaver,
I'll use your corpse to clean the blood up. Call it a street sweeper.
Then I'll revive you and buck you, leave you red like nail polish,
bleeding your brains on the streets. How's that for street knowledge?

u think ur waging war dosed in agent orange
mase n swords freemason swarms
face n arms torn get painted in a art store's porn section
gangbanged by meet mork the dwarf collection
torso left in four sections forcep'n forgettin your weapon
a quarter ya aorta mortar former soviet force lessons
your pressence pestilence testing pestilant repellent
U can go to hell again , haha
wanna know how to spell again , proper
u aint that BIG but id still Pop uh wocka flocka talka
coudlnt ac uh acca ox ya chakra not in planetary allignment
not a docta plan to buryyou wit ya spine bent where noone can find it , grind it ,nine inches off each side,
kill you , grill you ,an **** ya deceased hide
this how beasts ride , ejaclulate in ya sleep eye
ei ei o , need I , remind ya ass how he died donkey
a mc white honkey , recruited ya auntie
lewded ya food ,said you want beef
,should i just let whitemonkey
come on ur front teeth go grrr illlla war
an kill ya corps , im a paper pusha I just fill reports
dont feel remorse , put ya head in the engine well im revvin
u feel the horse , u real? of course! you gotta deal? u feel the force of four by four quartz dropped off the fourth floor
when ya 4 quarts deep just four more feet ,quarter ta four
right through your shorts at the corner store
cornia slashed by a broke fourty still dont see a bloody flow
in the kitchen mix up the batter n pancake rappers
bitch n listen dicks up , to add to the fanbase after
they flop an reality smack um in the damn face that thur
going to be eaten up by the game n real factors are playin
get ya gats spraying ,whats that saying ?
u can't afford to waste ammo
leave you green'd out with ya face camo'd
rape camels with your chaise sandals
wake up the next day without arms n clothes
tell u we were robbed by vandals
as i head to channel my energys ,u ask can get a hand bro
clap your enamel
tell u , u smell like **** nd you cant go
ur lack a views is what go u cancelled
acme anvil'd ,pack pianos with keys to wisdom
u just pack ya clam full a pee n jism
hedonism over egoism's neo'prisons on ya peephole prism's
spectrum of colour drippin out the rip in ya rectum
u trippin on som bad bud need to clean ya vag up
before ya pussy get stabbed up , maxipad up ya mad cuts
so u back up n push you in front of a mack truck
I put a dirt devil in ya stomach cause ya ass sucks
and now you can finally clean ya ass up