Neverending Rap Battle IV

the problem is bich
you wont stop till you hit the bottom
and im a bottomless pit
prof's never descreet when i defeat
im as open bout it as lakers seats
ya fakes , deceit
my drops so hard ya brake ya feet
next to the flinstones ya take a seat
depleat your mental fleets
your so backwards ya dental retreats
mentally beat , you couldnt return if you had a receit
proof of purchase
proof ya worthless
tell the truth who's the first best
ya crossed as a community service work vest
its simplistic ya get ya ass kicked
like oplympic female sprints fast bich
do u wanna be alexander the great, cause ya terrible
stocked lock my verbal barrels an flow
pull out ya arrows an bow's
as ya pulled out ya apparel an clothes
no trace of ya marrow stands posed
no face just feet an hands show
ya beat an ya turtled
ya creatin im eatin ya verbals
you know how it should ought a be
audibly
talented ya gotta be
a winning ticket without a lottery
is as much chance as ya got at me
your heads up your ass ,but theres still **** ya gotta see
it wont happen till you stop rappin, scriptures of sodomy
you were born when your parents were divorcein
ya dads were blowin **** out of perportion
you and your rhymes are failed female abortions

i just make it easier to read my flow

i dont need <<<<<<<<<<<<<<< to do that to make a structure





mic dugas 2007 calgary ALTA

yeah, Criss sucks.. good thing he left..

and there was personals in that verse..

sup doc


hey how come ive heard this b4 ????

whats it from ?


make sure you head for death
My punches are 'mint condition'....
............ ^ & Proff, Their about to freshen your breath!..

I duno maan dat was off da hooks.

yo i'k batle anyone
im not good butt i nede to lern
so any batle wood be great

BATTLE ME, I SUCK, EASY WIN

i dont need a mic to rap, i use telepathic transmissions

i spoke to a genie and he granted me 3 wishes

lucky me, now i got your mom washin my dishes

Unlucky for you , now your in critical condition

at the local hospital, funny thing is, its blood them IM spittin

some call me god, because i have achieved omniscience

i know so much, my head is splittin, literally


im done go ahead and burn me.

yo OGIONIK battle me dawg

you dont need a mic to rap, because you rap like crap,
and you say you use telepathy or so its aparent, but they must have mist my mind because a gohst is transparent.
kmack slappin you al off of the floor
out rappin you all under one bar


**** man i duno i nede praktis and im in a rush right now

i'll try later

dunno it's playedasfu'ck though, but for you!.. lmao.. Still better than the **** you posted..

KmacK i want a battle with u comon man hit me first comon

i want to battle u two and the same time

i l battle the both of u at the same time comon *

Lol.. Proff U styll be hea'?!?
Sup Eryk.. Wow.. It been a minute..

sup fo realz yea im back too how you been

brit rap, rite place this time
you may want 2 laff, u may want 2 smile
but now ima gonna put u on verbal trial
my rhymes are so potent, that in this small segment
i made all of the lady browsers pregnant
an all of your rhymes to me are jus stangnant
u wash ur mouth out with soap, i clean the floor wit your ass
an ill jus brush u 2 the side with my raptacular class
yeh i made up a word, and its fresh like an apple
an there aint much competition in this rap battle
now you may be a war vet, or a playa hater
but 4 now ill put differneces aside 4 much later
if u wanna make love not war, use flowers
not like the fossyholes hu bring down the twin towers
now this aint no righteous christian spittin of bars
i jus noticed that this thread is devoid of rap stars
i hav rocked this rap battle, i do believe
(ur moms as loose as a wizards sleeve)
so as i sign out on my debut in rap
im gonna spare u sum secrets, not pop a cap
im wite, british, and middle class
but that dint stop me poppin ur yankie ass

EveRKillingYou']~ =sitting at your computer thinking IV got [Bags-of-crITiCism-H

Your Structure & Flow Were Awful..
Multies were iffy..

for tubes
blazer wat was goin on wit ur rhymes
i tried 2 follow ur flow so many times
bt i jus cudnt get it, wat wer tryin 2 do
cuz 2 me it looked like u had no motherfunking clue
ur bars were jus so atrocious ill b precocious
an say u do sound like little miss poppins
whereas i be rockin an lockin off the top of this oesophagus
comin up with stuff off th top of my dome
the real superstars need no microphone 2 reply 2 ur drones
i aint no clone, im original, no1 like me b4
so remeber the name,im fourscore, with fries
bt ur rhymes hav alredy got me splittin my sides
theres no wonder cuz uve got sum fossyhole lyrics
an thats y uve ended up with only critics
cept 4 ur mother, god dont we love her
bt we all no shes goin senile
cuz she seems 2 hav slept we me so many times
hectic lyrics...

was tryin ne text sytle take it no1 likes it back to my old style an hitting

fourscorewithfries

~check it~

~blazer~

My moms past away~ Rest. In .Peace ~ we lover her~//
in these relentless rhymes u see a demon at his worst uncovered~//
Pain in your vein pulsating vividly~ like the broken heart of a lover~//
Discover! The feeling of your own oesophagus cleansed tight~ now u struggling to breath like you've been wrap in covers~//

Fourscore you don't do research~ because if you took a momentary look at my old style~ you wouldn't of drop your verse~//
In your mind wishing you could reverse your rhyme~ I have you cooked, sizzling like you were maccy d's French fries~//
Living your life of lies~ the heartless lines~ id love to see you focus in the yellow eyes while you own mother dies~//
Pitch black hospital full of agonizing cries~ grasp them up add them to my rhymes~//
neuron system in you spine gets attack by ever single dieing cry~ one lesson to be learn thats think before you write a rhyme~//


blazer -1-
the las drop was weak i know cheers ''hitman'' as i know you. for pointin that out
was just experimenting

your latest attack seems a little dark
looks like u'd fit in more down pigeon park
your latest attack seems a little weak
lucky for u that i'll turn th other cheek now its my turn 2 speak
after this response u'll be up the creek
without a paddle, u better jus saddle up an fly
fly 4 the hills, leave u wit your pills
an hospital references
i aint got no preferences, u choose the stage
mountain top, desert, New York or cage
ill match u bar for bar, im way under par
im ahead of the game, u've jus missed ur train
by the sounds of things, hittin th fast food early
now i got u by th short an curlies, drownin ur sorrows
in MC D's shakes wit no plan 4 tomorrow
not only the heart that breaks, its time 2 demoralise u
hyponotise u, with these outrageous rhymes
to combat ur musical crimes
now its me an the polizea
on ur back, its al rite 2 fear
mental weakness cd hit any1
bt its hit u like a ton of bricks
its gonna take more than a quick fix
none of your hospital tricks
ur infirmary obsession
this battle is jus like a practise session
with the vocabulary in my possession
inducing depression with my verbal oppression
an now its time for one last digression:
im sorry ur mother has shuffled off this mortal coil
it must have caused you some internal toil
bt once agen ur rhyme like conan doyle
sherlock homes master
story turns faster
winding like a snake, the speckled band
movin so quickly, like whipserin sand
an 2 end this monologue with undying glory
ur ma is jus like of of his stories
in that the ending is fitting
it was the butler that did it.