Neverending Rap Battle III

glory glory glory

ha ha ha


THIS IS TO GLORY AND HIS BOYTOY


hi everyone, welcome to GLORYS FESTIVAL for GAYFOLKS

he will tell you his STORIES and BEST-OF-ALL his GAY-JOKES

hybrid an i getting PERSONAL

JACK-U-ON-THE-STREET get YA-PURSE-AN-ALL

ATTACK-U-ON-THE-BEAT THE-VERSE-VANDAL


TITANIUM-SPINE

attached to my CRANIUM made of URANIUM-FINDS

so how can you break my SPINALCORD

u dont even know what the SPINALS-FOR

this is hip-hop rip you apart with VINYL-SWORDS

IM-SORRY-I-BEAT-YOU
IM-SORRY-I-DEFEAT-YOU
IM-SORRY-I-REPEAT the out come
im sorry you fagggits eat out the bum
ima bury you glory filled with maggots when you eat out ya mom

your in the back of my truck a denali
stuck in an alley
your rhyme like your from cali
valley girl
but your bodies still in the alley girl
i know this
i got focus
when i flow diss
after diss
after this
the laughter will make you piss your panties
panzy
princess
into incest youve been blessed
with a chest and breasts
tranny
uncanny
look alike
i took the mic
i took the right components
in the moments
of ending oppenents
i take onus
the way i own this
with steel jaw
stone fists
real raw
leave your mouth dropped like you feel awe
i put rhymes in the particle accelerator
my articles propel haters
towards the battlefield
wield swords
which shields vocal chords
real potential
this dream turns to a night mare
at night scared
that the light might tear
through your darkness
you have an air of arrogance were your heart is
i bend space an time
when i send faith in rhyme
i send wraith in rhyme
climb through your spine like a sloth
death moves so slow it can develop moss
less i cut your oygen off
i come walkin in proff spits
for no profits or gain
no prophet of fame
come off it your lame

when i come BY
you cover your EYES
so you NEVER-SEEN-THIS-COMEING
like your lovers thighs
NEVER-SEEN a PENIS-CUMMING


RATE IT OR WHATEVER YOUR LAST POST WAS WEAK U STARTED ALRIGHT ON MINE BUT IT ALL JUST WENT DOWN HILL NEAR THE BOTTOM

PS : ALL MY RAPS ARE FREESTYLED OR KEYSTYLED

Saying im spittin gay jokes.. like your f*cking not
Only yime you get personal, is with your pet dog

Hybrid and Professor just repeat what i say
Change the words around trying to bite my style
Its obvious to me your both goin through denial

Yeah dont reply hybrid be a good little bitch
Hybrid your fake as ****.. You're definatley a ghetto snitch

Im not comparing us im declaring im dope n ur shitty
Only time you pop gats is when your playing vice-city

Go check from a to z you're the epitome of stupidity
Your incredibly moronic, ur skills are finished where mine are infinity


Professor all your rhymes are week your rhyming destiny is bleek
My skills are tweeked beyond what you could reach your just a blood sucking leach reusing and biting speach, claim to be a professor but theirs nothing you teach

Im not in the back of no truck You wish you had luck.. You'll probly win this battle cause everyones on ur nuts then you blow in their buts to me your poetry is dope, but your rap battling sucks. deleting my posts

You started this battle cause i asked a simple question
Then you read my lyrics trying to get rid of ur erection
Aint no misconception Your trying ot battle me, but goin in the wrong direction.. I'll cut you harder then a C section.. My lyrics are ill causing human combustion...

professor professor professor

Ha ha ha

Straight sending Mc's in hurses. Your' spittin homosexual verses
Yes i say so.. Cause the only thing u spittin is GAY JOKES
hypercritical im subliminal your missing something critical thats skill, Emcees cant see me, its like im invisible

Yeah we do close our eyes when you ride by punk
We close our eyes cause your a f*ckin ugly c*unt
You dont freestyle or keystyle you just prey
In a street battle when some one disses, You just say 'ehhhhhh'

Claiming you so smart n intelectual
I'm done with you two flaming homosexuals

I already stopped trying when u started deleting my posts
I'll be back in 4 days

I flow off the mic, Killing any emcee in site, I'm so bright I outshine the sun light Mathematical skills used in 1 on 1 fights....ill annhilate your heart amputate your body parts im execrable where as your fable and incapable of greatness your about as stable as cable in a volacno. Screwing pain deep into you like bolts. Upturning your lifes hill like techtonic plate faults

Lmao here we go

Dont even come at me wit dat bite my style ****
Tryin ta sound all hard dont nigga i aint havin it

Comin up sayin dont reply be a good lil bitch
nigga ill fuckin kill u in the ghetto bitch

But it wont b n ur hood oh no
u live in the suburbs with ur moms u know

Im freestylin at 2 in the morn kid
my name get n ur mouth againand ima pop ya lid

me n the professor are are here ta bring ya death
to glory n blaze and all of the rest

Cuz listen up im tired of ur gay lines
actin like that fake bitch j-hine

so do us all a favor kid and stop talkin smack
me n proff won like 3 or 4 verses bac

Hybrid lol that was so weak i cant believe you think its good

Hybrid, seriously man.. you are a whack MC.. If I were you, I would give up rapping because it would not be the right career choice.. Perhaps taking up the job as a janitor might suit your credibilities..
I'm telling you the truth Hybrid, you are a terrible written MC.. I cant judge over a computer, that is just stupid.. But from what i've read, i'd rather shove my dick in a toaster and poke it with a rusty knife than read your ****..

Professor, your **** is dope. You have good multi's, a nice flow, punchlines and ill allround lyrics... The only problem is man, you cant battle.. You arnt actually dissing your opponent (in this case Glory and Blazer).. You arnt saying any personals, you arnt aiming any insults and you arnt feeding off lines which the other two MC's are spitting... In this case, you are simply rapping.. Simple braggadocio ****, but not battling..

That is why I believe Glory and Blazer have won this battle by a long shot.. Glory is actually writing personals, and he is actually ''insulting'' his opponents, hurling invectives, metaphors and overall dope lyrics.. This is what wins points in battle... It is not a rap contest, it is a ''battle''..
You could be the illest lyrical MC in the world, but if you cant battle your opponent, there is no point in actually calling it a 'rap battle'.
Flow could be worked on, but of course everyone gets the hang of it..

WINNERS: Glory and Blazer

LOSERS: Professor and Hybrid

PS: I am 17 years old, been a big fan of rap and the hip hop culture ever since I was 12.. I have been MCing for 5 years, so trust me - I know my ****.. So none of you rookies tell me otherwise.

Hybrid, seriously man.. you are a whack MC.. If I were you, I would give up rapping because it would not be the right career choice.. Perhaps taking up the job as a janitor might suit your credibilities..
I'm telling you the truth Hybrid, you are a terrible written MC.. I cant judge over a computer, that is just stupid.. But from what i've read, i'd rather shove my dick in a toaster and poke it with a rusty knife than read your ****..

Professor, your **** is dope. You have good multi's, a nice flow, punchlines and ill allround lyrics... The only problem is man, you cant battle.. You arnt actually dissing your opponent (in this case Glory and Blazer).. You arnt saying any personals, you arnt aiming any insults and you arnt feeding off lines which the other two MC's are spitting... In this case, you are simply rapping.. Simple braggadocio ****, but not battling..

That is why I believe Glory and Blazer have won this battle by a long shot.. Glory is actually writing personals, and he is actually ''insulting'' his opponents, hurling invectives, metaphors and overall dope lyrics.. This is what wins points in battle... It is not a rap contest, it is a ''battle''..
You could be the illest lyrical MC in the world, but if you cant battle your opponent, there is no point in actually calling it a 'rap battle'.
Flow could be worked on, but of course everyone gets the hang of it..

WINNERS: Glory and Blazer

LOSERS: Professor and Hybrid

PS: I am 17 years old, been a big fan of rap and the hip hop culture ever since I was 12.. I have been MCing for 5 years, so trust me - I know my ****.. So none of you rookies tell me otherwise.

tell me wut yal think..... pceee
[Verse 1]

infront of a jurey, im on the stand,
you just dont understand
wat goes on in the mind of this man,
its like im talkin jibberish
slippery-splish, slippery-splash
swishery-swish, swishery-SLASH,
u swab like a fish,
Losin blood from the gash,
Dont Step to me unless ur wishery-wish
is to be turned to misery-ash
Or smashed into history-past
cuz ull never take a victory-blast
as long as my melodies-last,
bacc o' ya head wickedly-bashed
makin ya vision whipedly-lashed
flingin' my weaponry, intrepidly
wen hoes have erected me,
if im wrong, u cud get to correctin me
cuz my attitude is non-shalon
thats why they selectin me,
President Fresh, thats who they elected me,
never the less,
still handin out lobotomys
to mc's who bother-me,
slicin' and dicin' ya brain,
goin mike tyson insane,
except ur rhymes make me wanna bite
MY OWN ears off,
smite u down watch as ur makeup smears off
cuz ur cryin, whipe them tears off,
got u on stress leave ur ten years off,
fallin asleep at the wheel, till ya junk steers off,

[Verse 2]

now u wish u never miss-directed me,
tasted this discectomy,
thinkin u infected me,
but ur an insect to me,
stuck on my windshield left for the whiper blades,
ugly ************ ive seen prettier diaper-stains
u sendin me on a hyper-rage,
n now im lookin for a higher stage
to spit wat i got on this page,
twistin my mystikal guage
so listen to this lyrical sage
this lyrical mage in histerical rage.
whos miind is deranged,
cuz hes chained to the wall
ready to fall, spittin it all
now here my call!
i make mystical rainbows its magic
i make histerical pain flow its trajic
i make lyrical rain poor track static
On wack crack addicts.
who lack rap mathmatics.
dont act like u dont run cuz ur tough,
u dont cuz ur asthmatic, ur lungs are rough,
ur pullin a bluff,
i saw u wit that crack takin a puff
and im done, i think uve had enough.
move the wrong way and ill act-o'-SPAZ
have ya duct taped in my attic locked up tighter then alkatraZ..

tell me wut yal think..... pceee
[Verse 1]

infront of a jurey, im on the stand,
you just dont understand
wat goes on in the mind of this man,
its like im talkin jibberish
slippery-splish, slippery-splash
swishery-swish, swishery-SLASH,
u swab like a fish,
Losin blood from the gash,
Dont Step to me unless ur wishery-wish
is to be turned to misery-ash
Or smashed into history-past
cuz ull never take a victory-blast
as long as my melodies-last,
bacc o' ya head wickedly-bashed
makin ya vision whipedly-lashed
flingin' my weaponry, intrepidly
wen hoes have erected me,
if im wrong, u cud get to correctin me
cuz my attitude is non-shalon
thats why they selectin me,
President Fresh, thats who they elected me,
never the less,
still handin out lobotomys
to mc's who bother-me,
slicin' and dicin' ya brain,
goin mike tyson insane,
except ur rhymes make me wanna bite
MY OWN ears off,
smite u down watch as ur makeup smears off
cuz ur cryin, whipe them tears off,
got u on stress leave ur ten years off,
fallin asleep at the wheel, till ya junk steers off,

[Verse 2]

now u wish u never miss-directed me,
tasted this discectomy,
thinkin u infected me,
but ur an insect to me,
stuck on my windshield left for the whiper blades,
ugly ************ ive seen prettier diaper-stains
u sendin me on a hyper-rage,
n now im lookin for a higher stage
to spit wat i got on this page,
twistin my mystikal guage
so listen to this lyrical sage
this lyrical mage in histerical rage.
whos miind is deranged,
cuz hes chained to the wall
ready to fall, spittin it all
now here my call!
i make mystical rainbows its magic
i make histerical pain flow its trajic
i make lyrical rain poor track static
On wack crack addicts.
who lack rap mathmatics.
dont act like u dont run cuz ur tough,
u dont cuz ur asthmatic, ur lungs are rough,
ur pullin a bluff,
i saw u wit that crack takin a puff
and im done, i think uve had enough.
move the wrong way and ill act-o'-SPAZ
have ya duct taped in my attic locked up tighter then alkatraZ..

anyone down for a quick little battle?

Crymz its obvious thatg ur a frend of either blaze or glory cuz me n the proff destroyed them, and ur opinion seriously kid means nuthin, im signed 2 a label and hav destroyed more names than u coul imagine i mean seriously bro my **** is untouchable kid fa real

Lol... you're not signed to any label.. even professor knows you suck

What he said was the truth... any decent emcee will say it too
Your 100 per cent fake only rapper u killed was ur self

Lol... you're not signed to any label.. even professor knows you suck

What he said was the truth... any decent emcee will say it too
Your 100 per cent fake only rapper u killed was ur self

Battle me then Hybrid... and we will see what's real.... REAL recognises real.. And trust me man, from what i've read, its plain simple, generic MTV bullshit...
Lets battle.. You can spit first since your **** is so untouchable..

lmfao thx glory u would know if im signed or not , and kid i will blast u son u start im honestly the greatest emcee on here its obvious

You aint the greatest N we dont even have to debate-this
I straight de-flate kids egos, Causing your rap style to become weightless
Yeah bitch your right your faggot ass is untouchable
Cause every single girl thinks your unf*ckable
And its very inpractical to think ur invincible
Because your raps are plain terrible just steriotypical wannabe gangster hipercritical wangster your meretricious whack style is ridiculous and aint vicious. My styles phat like abdominous. Im causing you to ablatitiously disfunction you whack emcee... you'll be absentaneous after this harmonious dope written you need to quit spitten You cant take the scoop, or handle the truth just put the mic down....n keep watching southpark. You probly think extreme sport is suckin cock with a mouth-guard!!!! your finished retard!

blazer

walkin to ya yard with a blunt blade~watch ya skin colour change to a faded red~ as i enscribe 'U LOSE' across ya forehead/
but you aint dead~ look i leave the phone near ya~ but i cut ya at the wrists~ i wanna see ya dial '911' like this/
i knw how ya feel~ ya eyes glazed ya body cover in a river of the red goodness~ im in a stat of bliss/
people ask why im happy from this~im mentally forced by the words im creatin to force feed ever enemy with my lyrics/
my venom takes emcees down within seconds~ my danger count is of the limits/
i knw ya curious to see~ if i cut my self open wud i be a machine/
i knw ya curious to see~ if my words could physically scar ya computer screen/
i got my self in a routine eat~smoke~get gash~emcee~sleep~ so no wounder my rhymes make ya bladder weak/
im unique both my style an techique feel free this rate this leek/

rate this leek for me yeah...safe not aimed at anyone.. any point how to improve fire them out... peace out -1- blazer

lol u niggas r stupid but w/e here we go

Im battlin on this site vs. 4 lil bitches
im still gonna when cuz kid i hav ambitions

And i dont giv a **** about ur ryhmes a lil bust
keep my name out ya mouth i keep my hands on my nuts

talk **** and get touched and i keep it on the hush
competition isnt much popin niggas like a clutch

So lets start this one off w/ my nigga glory
sit down grab a chair its a long story

This niggas regrettin tryin ta start a fight
**** ill pop his head open like a can of sprite

cuz kid im grown ive done seen some crazy ****
0the most thug thing u seen is a poster of 50 cent

This niggas talkin hard behind his desktop
kid ill kill u in fron of ya family n let the rest drop

Now listen up blazer i didnt 4get bout you
every time i read ya ryhmes my neighbor says boo¿

Ya shits played out ur a dime a dozen
rap battlin u is like bein compared ta nuthin

ur not worthy of my time ur juss pissin me off
ill put my fist 2 ya mouth like u was takin a coff

And o yea wut bout this poser j-hine
ive done blasted u kid read my last 8 lines
(on my otha posts)

Im so much ahead of yall 4 real
i got gorilla money u dont even hav a deal

i can go all day freestyle from a to z
u guys really fucked up when u called on me

Hybrid blasts mutha fuckas down south
Remember i have talent so keep my name out ya mouth

i mean unless u want 2 get embaressed in front of every1
i can square up wit all of u n ull still run

so lesson learn aadvices been sent
shut ya mouths cuz im 2 good 4 this

haha


boo... the sound i make when i walk behind you~ broken up now the police struggle to find you/

as i got ya taped up~ comes to my descovery this dudes wearin make up/

struggle hybrid, wont get ya far~ like in the film the hostal i cut ya at the back of the ankles~ lets see ya make it to the door/

COFF COFF so i duck ya fists~ my mouth still in tacked~bitch ya missed~just like every other punch ya thrown it slow/

your easy to anticipate~like a spung ball in mid flight ya easy to catch~ when ya asleep ya to easy to slash/

your a gay prostitute on ya weekend~ and in the week ya bitein of ya best friends/

your liek **** how he knows this ~ iv been spyin on ya bitch~ tryna find out if ya a blud or a crib

so i been spyin on u dont matter it lead me to the victory over you/

hybrid you gona run ya mouth~ soak up my lyrics like dry bread~ get mold and lose ya head/

was weak but still not even tryin...

lol your not gettin the point.. you get murdered everytime but still think ur dope.. kid FACE FACTS dont be so ignorant!