NeverEnding Rap Battle *2* Brought to u by the P.L.O Crew

thug imma go drastic and wrap u up in plastic
empty ur parents nest by emptying 16 to ur chest
thats wat u get when u dont where a vest when u decide to test me
im maintainin da ana
look at my muthafuckn gun
it looks like tony montana's
back up nigga n give me 50 feet
scraps off in dis bitch n ill beat ur ass to sleep

Yall know me, F
L
E
X, fresh dressed
just coped some new 4
5's and a fresh vest a
rude scout, know a dude mouth is
the best sex but less talk, you ain't got no
heart in ya left breast go
head get ya beef on.. I'll
let my wolves get they eat on and
leave you wit nothin but ya sneaks on
but it don't matter cuz ya feets gone,now
thats restin in pieces so
go meet Jesus

You lil boys better ease up,cuz
them cats you think hot'll
see Flex and then freeze up
You wanna scrap then roll
ya sleeves up, but I'd rather
squeeze da nina I ain't
trynna fuck my trees up
or wrinkle my dickie, I
crack the dutch sprinkle the sticky
I know you pissed, I got Twizt n' them wit me..
cuz you dudes is haters and if you
bet that, Flex is gonna lose yall
gon lose yalls paper

flex u pretend 2 be a bad girl u bad at dat
u gotta say u roll wit a gat to try n make ur **** phat
but now its scraps turn n ur gonna get burned
end ur life wit 1 shot 1 pull of this trigger
cuz u didnt believe tha hype that im tha type
that'll kill ya witout considerin consequences
my raps they as fluent as sentences
im a gamblin nigga i'll turn ur life to a bet
do somethin i might later on regret
boy u cant make it u cut
u aint tough enuff
i'll stuff a bullet down ur throat n make u choke

Scraps runnin from me cuz he petrified
I lift guns for the exercise and I
spray tecs like they was insectosides
You bugs better recognize, when
the weapon rise? You can catch
slugs in ya chest thru ya vest n' die
Scraps on some "fuck'em" ****, so
I'll leave a scar on his face longer
than the knife that I cut'em wit
yo I done paid my dues so
I'll blow ya brains out and
then feed it to ya seed like baby food

Come at me again Scraps...no seriously, I want you to come at me again, Im not done embarassin' you.

let me tell ya bout a piece of crap that cant clap
her name be flex n her game be wak
to even have the guts to call out me she must be on crack
i dont call it runnin i call it reloadin
fill up the clips n put the pistol in ur mouth
then ima blow ur head out to the south
u no push come to shove when im smokin on a drug
u fuckin wit a killa bitch u u fuckin wit a thug
u can talk big n tough but ya get nervous wen my tool click
go back ta ya moms n suck a dick
i b pullin out cards like a magician nigga abra cadabra
**** a gun nigga ill pull out my knife n stab ya
i aint got no time for stallin nigga u scared then u should call it quits
u nothin better than a snitch in the precinct sayin he sell ex, he sell techs, n he sell d
in the back of there whip sayin he robbed me
boy im ghetto as hell
cant u tell
ever since i started rappin they say that boy hot
u wanna battle me it'll get u shot
wat flex say 2 me dont matta
when i pull out my buddy u can watch flex's crew scatta
haha bitch dont think u can just go against me nigga u gotta get skillz before u step 2 me

haha bitch

Did this one to the "Santana Town" instrumental

This blind nigga couldnt see me witta a
magnifyin glass you need ta throw ya
whack rhymes away cuz you straight trash when the
eight blast? It'll
mangle ya fake ass, I dare you ta try me you-a
get slugs where ya eye be, gun
bustin is my hobby, I'm
nice wit the shotty might as well,
throw yaself at me cuz Im
catchin a body, Scraps is a bitch, cuz
when he see me? This nigga duck quick I'm
tellin you now, I'm the wrong bitch ta
come n' fuck wit, might get
clapped in ya heart, or
clapped in ya head homicide'll find you
dead clapped up in ya bed

Scrap you my dog, so when I
snap you better sit down, 'fore I
spit rounds juggle tha bullets and straight
hit clowns. I'm
in tha hood like graffiti, feedin
bullets to tha needy, come an see me, n' you'a
get smoked like my weed see the
bullets is like boats, how they
sink in ya chest, Its all in ya
mind Scraps you only think you the best so
lets be realistic, You'd just be a
notha statistic, two
piece ya ass leave you gettin
hit wit tha biscut, n'
put in a box, that the shells that I
loaded up n' put in tha glock, that I'd
put in ya knot, you like a nigga witta
blunt n' no light, aint sparkin **** you
toilet paper mouth niggas stay
talkin **** you'a get
knocked off like a pack'a crack even if I
aint travelin I stay wit tha gat, niggas doin a
lotta frontin when they dont want nuffin, Have
my niggas come
body you then slump you in ya oven, cops'll
have to put an A
P
P
on
me cuz you was poppin **** an you aint have a G
A
T
on
thee you stiff enough for a
nigga ta sleep on you, thought I was
down wit TLC the way I creeped on you put the
heat on you, like Pat Riley, I'm like a
patch of dirt nigga it aint hard ta find me and
you aint either, so stop actin
invincible you heard Twizt I'd
kill ya moms nigga its principle, like a
nigga wit no aim ya
fam gon be missin you, like a
dog havin puppies I've
seen the bitch in you n'
I aint only talkin, I'm
giving you a visual now
picture you, layin inna
hospital, critical, if I
get at you, Imma spit at you to
hell is where Im sendin you so mutha
fuck keepin **** political

Stealin ya food n' leavin' you wit scraps Scraps -lol- man...let me get outta here, I got other **** to do..

u think u smart u think u a thug
now look at the hole thatch u dun dug
u say scraps a bitch but flex a snitch
its only fare to warn i was born wit a set of horns
raps attatched to my damn umbulical cord
warlord of rap, u little bastard wit a 2 x 4 board
u see me n u pumpin urself full of drugs
cuz u no u'll soon be 1 of scraps victims filled wit slugs
scraps get down like twisted brown get down wit no assistents
i wont stop till i got u wiped from existence
persistance pays if that holds true
scraps is gonna own u by the time im through
i've been true to this **** givin my heart n soul
scraps shine like a diamond while flex bein passed like coal
i dont have the answers so pass the joint
when scraps get on the mic he proves a point
i be livin for that **** that gets me high
flex be doin nothin but tryin ta try
i'll have u taken back to christ when u sacrifice
the way u actin slice when i tear ur back wit knifes
i stomped u girl so u want wat i got
u betta set the mic down cuz im steemin like a teapot
i make the tea hot
flex get in my face n she ask
if i wanna a battle then ima chase u wit a jason mask
flex i want u to no its an amazin task to battle wit success
i neva gave a **** bout u, now i give a **** less
me n u we'll get in a slug fest n ill get physical like physicians
u cant see me im invisible like magicians
i got crazy mic traditions
i got wicked wizardry like a sorcera wit no remorse for ya
when i torture ya
u wanna fight scraps has a match for ya
u couldnt flip **** in a toilet wit a spatula
u wanna feel the full effect of me
hand a tech to me
im intellectually superia
ur raps r inferia
now they start to deterior rate like bacteria
i'll materially kill u serially clearly u'll see
how much in fear when u hear me u'll be
shiver n shake quiver n quake

learn how to rhyme ur shits just u talkin bitch get money u stuart little mutha ******

who wanna battle, scraps got raps for ya

somebody battle me

nebody out there wanna battle even for fun

Its was for fun from the get go -lol- What, you thought money was involved?

The P.L.O.?

I didn't realize the Palestinian Liberation Organization had skillz.

y didnt u keep battlin flex **** was fun

I got lots of **** to do...I'm not up here as much as I used to be...gotta lotta things goin on right now, but I'll be back in a few. And by the way, I'm female.

I've been wondering the same thing the whole time.

stop wonderin n start battlin

I come runnin into battle at the drop of a hat
And I'm prodding all you cattle when ur nice and fat
Then brand ur ass with a serial number
Sharpen my blade and slit ur jugular

Cuz it ain't no thang with the newbie ham
Ain't no doubt now u know who I am
Is it jack the ripper or Bill the Butcher?
Punkin ur ass like Ashton Kutcher.

But it's Saturday and my beef's on the grill
A joint behind my ear and hundred bills
in my clip then I dip and I'm on the strip
pimpin' chicks with my thick dick between they lips

gargamel jus stay out tha battlin rooms i murda'd u before n ill do it again
and all ur doin is basically rippin of my raps

Your rhymes are weak--mine are clever. That's why you just want to whine instead of come at me with another rap.

You talk the talk but can't walk the walk.

Weak.