Neverending Rap Battle II

"Kings' spittin' tight lines!" Is a phrase you'll never hear!
You couldn't make it 'big' if cris wallace put you here!
Murder you with a small verse, Faster than you're mom made you
Don't believe me? I'll throw a toboggan at you, just to prove I 'slayed' you
Dawg you can't diss me, you'll never be makin' hits!
****, I'll take you're spirit away like christians turned athesists!
So who you really tryna fool? thinkin' you can beat me!
Cuz only time this mc see's 'kings' is in his name, or when he's lookin' at me!
****, I'm dissin' a kid who's far beyound my skill level!
you're nothin' to me kid..
cuz I stomped on you're ass faster than fat kids to a bike pedle


blah... been a while..

America didnt invade a iraq just for oil
and dude i dont diss on your home soil
i could care less that you used it
so just throw a fit
cuz i am about to share
how your raps are unfair
no one said you had to like the US
but you come in here and start this mess
so your against war
aint life a bore?
im not getting mad
your just really sad
just leave the US alone
before i make your girlfriend moan
you think your all hard
dude so many people play that card
you think you know me
but you dont so back off homie
before they all know you are phony
to late for that
and who said we are cats
All you are just a pussy
that is such a **** wussy
he has to diss on a country
you keep acting like your cool
but you look a fool
We would you be
if it wasnt for white boys like me
that save your ass
when you try to use nuclear gas

Now yes the CIA trained terrorists to fight
but it doesnt matter who is right
you just dirty jew
one of the rare few
so your saying you wouldnt die
you would rather kiss your country good bye

you made a mistake
"when you say with out 911 you wouldnt have war in iraq"
there is something wrong with that fact
we went to war with Afganistan
ill give you **** in a pan
Suddam Hussien was a terrorist who need to be stopped
Why have an abortion when some one could adopt

your the one always talking about money
whats wrong someone figure out that your mom was your hunny
and i am not just trying to be funny

im not try to be mean
but if i mess with one bean
i might as well get the whole burrito

this must be a crime
to have to listen to you rhyme
you might as well be come a mime
this is a dirty habbit
silly rabbit
trix are for kids
every one start making your bids
cuz Boozy_boo
acts likes his two
oh ya i forget to tell you
i took a **** in your shoe

your raps are too long
you dont know how to smoke from a bong
i know the color of your girlfriends thong
im gunna start singing a song
so stop your bitchin
while you **** your mom in the kitchen

I want fifty three million dollars for my collar stand
Like the Bush administration gave to the Taliban
And fuk packing grams brother, learn to speak and behave
You wanna spend twenty years as a government slave
Two million people in prison keep the government paid
Stuck in a six block eight cell alive in the grave
You mothafukers will never get me to stop blastin'
Your better off asking iaintnodj for compasion
Your better off banging twenty points for a label
Your better off battling cancer under telephone cabels
Technique chemically unstable, set to explode
Foretold by the dead sea scrolls written in codes
So if your message ain't ****, fuk the records you sold
Coz if you go platinum, it's got nothing to do with luck
It just means that a million people are stupid as fuk
It makes me wonder if the word of god is lost in the man
This is for the children of Iraq, lost in the sand
This is for the illest emcees that'll never be known
And this is for all the soliders that'll never come home
And you can't raise a family on minimum wage
Why the fuk you think most of us are locked in a cage
Tryin' to minimize the issue, but I'm keeping it large
I love the place that I live, but I hate the people in charge
You mothafukers don't see the truth about your home soil
All there trying to do, is making money from oil
Your government is so rich and greedy
They cant even spend a little on the needy
My rhymes fuken murder the critics
and leave your fuking body rotten for the roaches and crickets

Technique wrote:

I want fifty three million dollars for my collar stand
Like the Bush administration gave to the Taliban
And fuk packing grams brother, learn to speak and behave
You wanna spend twenty years as a government slave
Two million people in prison keep the government paid
Stuck in a six block eight cell alive in the grave
You mothafukers will never get me to stop blastin'
Your better off asking iaintnodj for compasion
Your better off banging twenty points for a label
Your better off battling cancer under telephone cabels
Technique chemically unstable, set to explode
Foretold by the dead sea scrolls written in codes
So if your message ain't ****, fuk the records you sold
Coz if you go platinum, it's got nothing to do with luck
It just means that a million people are stupid as fuk
It makes me wonder if the word of god is lost in the man
This is for the children of Iraq, lost in the sand
This is for the illest emcees that'll never be known
And this is for all the soliders that'll never come home
And you can't raise a family on minimum wage
Why the fuk you think most of us are locked in a cage
Tryin' to minimize the issue, but I'm keeping it large
I love the place that I live, but I hate the people in charge
You mothafukers don't see the truth about your home soil
All there trying to do, is making money from oil
Your government is so rich and greedy
They cant even spend a little on the needy
My rhymes fuken murder the critics
and leave your fuking body rotten for the roaches and crickets

Hear me out
before you start to shout
i dont mean to bring shame
but yes the US only has its self to blame
for the hatred on america in this world
it make you want to hurl
making your head twirl
technique, i was on your side
when you hit the spot when you do this for the solidiers that died
but you say that your for told in the dead sea scrolls?
its all over the polls
but mankind is losing their soul
i dont know if you were trying to do me wrong
but lets just try to get along
you tell them ask me for compassion
aint that a little old fashion
i dont know if that was supposed to be a blow
if so then all i have to say is woe

Where the hell did this loser come from?
I yeah that's right, straight outta his mums thong
A newborn gangsta prince? Man your so wrong
U must have came out from hong kong
I went to your house ringing the ding dong
Your mother telling, you were born with no shlong
Man your rhymes stink, go have a shower
Don't try to mess with my power
After fuking your mum I bought her a flower
Then we had a smoke while watching rush hour