Rap Battle V2.0

This ain't no f****n' battle, it's just an execution
i hear your teeth rattle, are you scared of my intrusion?
Hell, I think I would be too if I were you
and I knew, as you do, I was about to be chewed
So while I have your scrawny ass for my dinner
You might wonder what it takes to be a winner
Well, look, listen hard and maybe learn if you're able
If not, you should probably just hide under the table
And don't come bothering the cyracuz with your ****
Hell, I've heard better from a hooker with one tit.

cyracuz 1
other guy 0
next round

The belligerencies will now commence
Ithank you

hold up im busy right now but ima get my piece in here

Reply
Yo, before was a warmup, I'm ready to go,
But you spittin' your rhymes, like a clumsy-ass ho
Yo, and there ain't no doubt when it comes to my flow
It's the best thing since JC, and that's christ, so you know
Yo, I'm from Australia, yeah, just try and pronounce it
but make sure when you rhyme, don't dis none of my ****
How old are you? 18, and still on your mum's tit
Face it, i'm better than you, comprehend it you half-wit
Oops, I scared you huh? well, just go back to your mum's crib
And rememember my style, I'm the master od adlib
Like Jay-Z, or Tupac, or that Lootpack guy, Maldib
If you say that you beat me, then you know its a big fib

Someone post
Someone post, I feel the need to commit another lyrical murder.

Oh well
I might as well rekindle the interest in this topic, here comes verse 3:

verse 3
I beat you in 2 rounds, why you come back for more
Oh well,after this round, my crew will show you the door
Nobody listens to you, so why you runnin' your mouth
You ain't from east coast, west coast, or the dirty south
And your a phony-ass gangster, so why you frontin' at me
We all see right through your act, and we all laugin' you see
And I'm the chief executioner, so don't try poppin' my crew
Coz you'll be down for the count, before you take aim, it's true
And if you come back, then you'll be dead on the floor
Yo, just attempt it, but know, my rhymes will kill you for sure
Coz all my murderous material, scares the **** out of you,
you broke ass rapper, what's the reason why you wearing one shoe
I learnt my flow from the streets, G-Unit, and Big Pac
While you reciting your tune off of a cereal box
I got connections in the North, South, East, and West
Ask anybody and guess what? yeah, they'll say I'm the best
I love the OGs, like Snoop and Method Man
You teenie-bopper, your only loving 'Simple Plan'
Now I've embarrassed you lots, and your a laughin' stock
Don't try and, match me, I'll blast you with my 40-Glock
Yo, you could get every gangster from everywhere
But up against me, they'd always leave you standing there
I'm down with mafias, crips and blood boys too,
And I can tell ya right now, they all be after you

I aint nothin like yall, I aint
got no fuckin sob stories,was
born a warrior wont
neva let no mob whore me the
stor-ry just be
changin when yall tellin it
first "Flex popped my stupid ass" next
"she swung I fell n' hit--
her before I got up" you
pussies gon get shot up, n'
medics gonna mop up, the
rest of ya face, it was my job to
put yall back in ya place..the cemetary
Got dem boys on ya block goin
"damn, him already?" you aint ready
for Flex the checks come steady pull out
the glock n' put some shells in ya belly, and
Flex was board so she expandeded, your
asses Flexes handed it I'm
crazy baby yall
BETTER respond or
yall dont stand for ****...

I'm serious...-lol- dudes better respond..

-lol-
Is that the best you can do, no? come on the B, bring it
Coz by the looks of it all of my feedback is still ****
Coz I got more style than usher, and more skill than Young Buck
Quit whining to me, coz I sure don't give a ****
Some say my sucess was nothing more than pure luck
But they're all broke-ass rappers, who have tried, but got stuck
I you're career was a toy car, my career is a truck
Don't matter how good your mum says you are, coz you'll still suck
How can you put me in place, I'm standing right where I should be
You stand at least six feet under, you'll never surpass me
You're heading the wrong way, if you want sucess
Don't take me on coz its suicide, it ain't nothin' less

Can you believe this guy, recycling what I just said
Thinks he's fresh, probably gonna rap better when he's dead
I ain't no gangster, I'm a full time crook
got the style, got the flow, hell I've even got the look
But you got nothing but your lame ass rhymes
I wear one shoe? You better try a few more million times
And maybe you'll come up with something real to say
Instead of flinging what you steal from snoop and dre
That's just heretic, man your rhyme's just pathetic, get it?
If you keep it up I'm gonna have to call a medic
You're gonna hurt yourself working on your flow
You just don't got it, in case you didn't know

I'll throw in a few more lines for good measure
Cuz I wanna see you break under the pressure
It's kinda fun to see you mutilate your rap
To me it sounds more like drunken hillbilly hand-clap
But you probably don't know, and that's no wonder
Since you're spawned by criminals, like everyone down under
So don't come rambling with your girly aussie style
You ain't got nothing on the big dogs by a mile
And now I'm done with telling you nicely
You're useless you say? Oh that's it precicely!

Naw Makz, suicide is
commin after Flex when
you approach this bitch an
you aint talkin drug money or sex I'm
the best give it a rest kid you
not beatin me the
main course at this table dawg you
not eatin me, not retreatin me to
pic's you skeet skeetin' see
ya rhymes that you repeatin gee
it sounds like I defeated thee
The name is FLEX and dawg you
aint denyin me you must be
brave or dumb cuz Makz you
still tryin me, my
rhymes is dirty so you trinna
take my mud from me, I'd
get you clipped by ya
crips for that blood money
you turn gay in an attempt to get a hug from me
then go broke in an attempt to get a slug from me
you know better than to put yourself above me, cuz
you know and I know that
Flex is dumb hungry
and ya "mum" loves me, I
guess she likes'em flossy kid an
aint gon lose to some
pussy ass aussie kid...

Come now an ge'at me mate..be sure not ta piss in ya daks n' come off daggy cuz Flex is the dinki-di..I'm ace, I'm a gun I'm hella grouse mate...

I'm on fire, i'm on fire,
look at the boys here, trying to inspire,
standing stupid, talkin dumb,
thinking they a gangsta, drinking their rum.

But here i stand and here i watch
deep in the shadows- waitin' to launch,
weighing my options- spittin' my rhymes,
starting a ruckus, creatin' the lines.
Love. Desire. Blood. and Torment.
Dont **** with me, i come out stormin'.
word for word, rhyme for rhyme.
**** i gotta go, look at the time.

The verse to end the battle
The only thing on fire is ur ass from ur homo sandwich
Just try to beat me at this game, I'll take your ass back to school, bitch
You think I joke when I say I know some bloods and some crips,
you homo, **** you, go and wipe all the cum of your dumb lips,
hey, cyracuz, your bout to lose,
because I ride on 22s,
and its the high life that I choose,
I spent 3 grand on both my shoes,
your rhymes don't hurt me where's the bruise?
Peace out, hail tupac, i'ma cruise

Still it amazes me that you guys endure
I mean Flex is bad, but Maks is worse
or was it the other way around?
I don't care
they're both fuc**n clowns
with no taste for the rhyme of the time
you see, it,s not enough to have your words sound similar
they got to mean something or you're just trivial
"dumb, rum" that's kiddy school grammar
man. you sound like a generic mc hammer
And what's the deal with all these shoes?
What's that got to do with anything?
Come here, I'll help your head through this noose
I have a feeling you'll look pretty on a string

You guys ain't rappers
You're just bitchin little clam lappers
Some of you sound like you just learned to talk
and need your moms to hold your hands when you walk
flinging curses in the lack of real insults
You're just kids playing at being adults
tell you what, I'll save a seat for you in pre shcool
And let those kids thell you that it's not cool
To rap with whatever words fall in your head
It just meaningless, all the **** you said
It's just rhymes with no meaning or sting
Now sit back amateurs, and let me do my thing

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