Originally Posted by BackInBlack

You fools is useless
I'm droppin' bombs, y'all droppin' bull's deuces
In case ya wonderin' that's a bull's stools dufus
Just show me where the booth is so I can proceed to render this muthafukka roofless
I'm a professional
This is my confessional
You can lick the testicles
While I'm smokin' the medical
Killin' this beat with words,
Verbs and adjectives,
Beefs I serve when I swerve
With no additives
No GMOs coz I have a purpose
And I told y'all I'm a wordsmith
Now don't get nervous
I'll forgive ya, you just didn't know who you was fukkin' with...

I'm that one that be stompin' 'em flat
I'm nobody to mess with, I'm the Charles Bronson of rap
Fukkin' with me you must have a Death Wish
I'm The Devil In The Flesh B1tch
You don't wanna wanna test this
I got 13 knot necklace I been dyin' to put around ya neck b1tch
Respect this
Don't neglect this
Don't turn your head b1tch
I'm comin' real hard in the paint
And don't think for one minute that I caint
Drag you off your high horse in one discourse
Make ya mom want a divorce
And ya sister kiss Swarz
I say that because I know for a fact I've left a trail of destruction
Look into my mind for more on how this beast functions
Keep your ears open, it's pivotal at each junction
How many times did I tell you b1tches
I got the hammer to nail you b1tches
So even if I am too vicious
And hurt ya little feelin's, it's all nutritious
You're wishes haven't fallen on deaf ears, I'm here
It's clear
When it hits ear
This here
Make ya nod ya head, once for the music and once agreein'
And in the club if you wanna swap expletives I'll punch ya fukkin spleen in
And serve you the goodburger like fukkin' Kenan
And Kel, you can go to hell and hope ya fukkin' dreamin'
I'm tired of you no gos tryin' to tell me the rules of rap too
How can you coach me when it's easy to see that I can out rap you?
And by the way how many gotdamn times do I have to?
Yeah, I might have a bad attitude, watch who you're talkin' smack too
When you caint even talk smack true if smack fukkin' up and smacked you
But when emotions get involved people don't see common sense
Y'all hangin' the wrong muthafukka, for the wrong offense
That's how it looks on my side of the fence
But regardless of the circumstance
I'll continue to make y'all fools appear to wear Erkle pants
As I continue to smoke on little green and purple plants

N***a each time I read yo rap it sounds like yhu Drake n I'm P. Diddy yhu must wanna get smacked.
Yhu a professional yet yhu writing like yhu just got tha dressin room, boy don't threatin S**t if yhu ain't confessed yo fake feelins yet.
Yhu ain't smokin no medical, yhu on dem medicals excuse why yhu got N****s feelin yo testicals.
Tha only thing yhu stompin is tha lyrics yhu wrote thinken damn I can't write so I should just go slit my throat.
Yhu ain't nobody ta mess wit dat's why I'm leavin yhu ta clean yo bull's deuces, incase yhur wonderin dat's bull's stool dufus lol.
Yhu must have a death wish claimen yhu tha devil when yhu just a fake in a dress B***h!
Don't make a wish yhu gone regret Mr. Bronson.
Yhu got 12 necklaces fo yo wannabe phases n 1 extra incase yhu wanna restart tha fake S**t!
Yhu goin hard in tha paint yhu dummy go ahead I'll help yhu, call meh Leonardo tha saint.
Yhu've left a trail of destrution of yo own corruption, I don't wanna study tha beast, I'ma just leave it locked in tha dungeon.
I'm not finna tell yhu tha rules of rap I'm just finna point out tha facts of how whack yhu rap get it?
Probs not cause when emotions get involved people don't use common sense lol I'll stick ta Erkle pants thanks ta tha purple plants who got make *****s not think righ. Deuces

I thought I made it apparent the first time 'round/
Now you're breaking rules and hope I don't make sound/
But now you have crossed far too many lines/
Speaking of too many lines, you write too many, so take notes on mines/
Grammar is not needed/
I'll render thine self defeated/
please remain seated/
have you pinned down like Omaha, man you should've retreated/
now your sweaty self is getting heated/
I'm so good at this sh*t, it's like my as$ has cheated/
so take your account and delete it/
stick my hand out to shake like you're being greeted/
notice the chopper, and bullets ring, now your life is depleted/
You fetus, you're an infant to this and you on some g*y sh*t/
I'm in a bunker shooting at you like I'm on some D-Day sh*t/
That's World War II/
You write cheesy, so your bleu/
Choke you till you're blue/
Your girl gave me brain, so yeah, she blew/
You're sweaty, heated, and act like we got beef, so you're beef stew/
You catch other people's rhymes like they're contagious, you got the flu/
Your rap career won't work out, no breakthrough/
You'll try so hard to succeed but it all falls through/
Hang you from a sky scraper balcony, admire the view/
Achoo/
Bless you/
Hit you in the eye, now it's bright blue/
A battle between us two, you wouldn't last a few/
Hit you with a body shot so hard, you won't digest your food/
Now that your verbally beaten, I'm ready to con-clude/
Robby just got bodied, so I bid thee, adieu/

SIKE, you didn't think it'd be that easy, did you?/
I'm insane but great, so I guess i got a screw loose/
I'll turn green, and hulk smash, so call me Bruce/
Crack your skull with bat. Made of spruce/
I'll poor a glass of your blood in the morning and drink it down like orange juice/
Cut your throat with GLASS in the MORNING, now your family is mourning/
That's on a good morning, I'll tell your family good morning, and leave you there, dead, without forewarning/

Robb Mack can rap, but not to my caliber

Originally Posted by ROBBMACK

@_S...
Who you call yourself runnin' thru, sonnin', dude?
You're kidding me right, think I'm funnin' you?
No joke, comic strip, the pun is you.
My flows soak, sonnets rip and punish you..

Don't look back, I'm huntin' you.
Look up! I`m in front of you.
Like a pack, fuk one or two.
You're a light snack, I'm a hungry crew...

We feast when you read like, I eat _S.
i.e. _S, flies eat ripe pieces o' sh|t.
e.g. I'm deadliest when my peace is said,
a dead piece of me is left not dead.
Yet, matures to impress, test gag reflex.
Infect with each read text.
You've let it reach the depths,
but can't eject what's breached your head.
You're runnin' behind, like I.B.S.
I'm runnin' your mind, like I be _S.
Objectively, you're runnin' behind, 'cause I run by _S.
Okay, technically you'd find I'm some bias
but, I'd have to look back to say, "Bye _S".
I'd like to buy _S..
Pay'em to write just to not have to write _S.
Have him go back and forth like he's me and self.
All night texts, _S killin' _S with self replied wrecks.
Each line reflects Columbian tied necks,
_S cryin', "Come on B, write next"

Something on your chest, get it off?
for I've formed in it, to snatch it off.
Four minutes to set it off?
Before men can blink, I bet it dog,
I'd provide shots that'd have Snatch caught.
No breath to catch like a snatch coughed.
Left four fingers short a finished hand,
rest of his limbs contorted in the back of his van.
I can't lie I've had this line for a minute man...

I go for hours 15% can be a bore, and.
A miniscule tour of a tormented boys record of 1774.
When four minutemen came through the door
of a poor hoarding wh0re,
charging silver for minutes with her on the floor.
Gold for more, like her bent on all fours.
When just minutes before, all in it were more.
Vocal chords tore, intestines explored,
and more of the same chore since dinner's porridge was poured.
And more than before mentioned still in store.
As more minutes wore, the wh0re's innards wore more,
and more resembled minced gore than my mute wh0re.
Who with no voice by force not choice implored, "No more men, it's sore!".
"And for such a minute score to be transformed to a dried fruit horde!"
I adore thigh boot sport, but prefer more tied boots for war...

I got sand son, I dilute shores, storm the beach.
Fuk Normandy, nothing norm in these enormities.
Sh|t's deep as the deepest seas.
_S site sees to sight 'cees,
then spites these like he smite Le'.
Which quite rightly seems right trifling,
He's not frightening, not slightly.
He's not the sniping type
more the type sniping, nightly at hole 19.
He was never seen. Hiding, behind scenes?
No disguising light genes once Levi tried writing.
I stand out like menstruation in white jeans.
I cross the line like demonstration in white sheets.
You cross the line scab, I pick it to strike peace.
Sight me when eyes bleed...
You've no lead like Fife's piece.
I've a case of A-Ks like Ice T.
I write rhymes in a red Sharpie.
You write my name in blood, I stop heart beats.I don't start beef,
I shred it, with rare blood flows, talons, and sharp beak.
Leave your read remarks marked red for sharpening.
Tips top points your harping
for my own amusement like its my parks theme,
keeping you in the dark like an art thief...

So, who's been the student?
You've studied me astute since,
you were just a musing nuisance.
Now you're just amusing, like porn at a newsstand
full of nude men and no news bin.
I'll leave off men who do bend
though my two gems have bruised chins.
I was new then, and my movement's grew since.
Like it's juicin', but like you that's a doomed trend.
Behold my faculties, my staff parts 'cees, be lead, like then jews been.
My unmasked facility's got you gassed up, like the jews been.
I'm un-orthodox like a jews chin. You'll need ortho docs to remove pens
from fused limbs, or use them, like a super human mutant
to fend from ruins I've you in.
You're drew in by my two cents like the jews been.
But not by Pharohs, rather my feral unruliness.
Think I threw too many jews in?
that makes since too, imagine WWII, then.
Now throw in burnt jew scents too, pimp...

I'd con ten yous to continue to be proven not prudent.
I throw caution to thewind, though, close the window it blew in.
What's that Mack's back? No, but I swear I hear me when you vent...

You say my name as though I've asked it, and then kept askin'.
You're not hooked like bass is, you're past it.
You're hooked like it's tackle rap.
As though I've knotted the lure and cast it.
I star in your rap like I've been casted,
for the lead, the part of a fascist.
Who profits from massive rations.
Prophets form masses irrations.
Better run off to class kids, rapin' lads and lasses,
while I blast your dad and fuk his fat b|tch.
Can't stop this laughing at ghastly reactions
as I pass gas passin' out paper for asses.
Pass out gassed after emptying glasses.
Is your glass as half pass it's last as my glass is?

Remember the jackal and the raft?
Well here's your paddle back.
Now back pedal thru shallow crap.
Fuk a battle rap! You're hooked 'cause it's grapple rap,
not 'cause I include that on exclusive tracks,
but 'cause I elude that with continuous facts.
Now grapple that in this trap of Macks.
Follow the sentence like the gavel's tapped,
like your back laying flat on the mat.
Fuk your statement, I stay mint, and what I say's meant.
Like gays'd chant a cadence of gayness.
You can't debate the basis my meanings placement

Your words are still born, like your dead unicorn.
Not moving, I still raped it's carcass with the horn that adorned
it's crown before being torn off.
I've sworn off beastiality,
but I'm a beast in reality so I filmed the horse porn.
So no more horny horses runnin' 'round horned,
left him to rest after a piece and yes, he had corn.
So I guess since you left to mourn,
your words still, will be still borin'.

Mine are foreign and lack form,
but pack horror in knap sack for touring.
I'm a terror, it's apparent
you're clever however, you're transparent in layers.
like a terrorist your daring varies
wether they dare you or you dare them.
I'm reminded of Silence of the Lambs,
'cause you stay silent on the lamb.
i'm more like silent, and then BAM!
You dig violence-ultram?

I dug the touch of the dutch, bang WU much?
You fill cuts with spilled guts?
I break fists from cuffs
and cuff fits with cuts of jib.
Roar and rip through the devil's cript.
Scale a ton of skeletons to tip scales where hell has failed.
You've hailed the held, and that's failed as well.
I'd scale your face and leave a tear that spans that scaled.
I brought in tearin' scales of dragons so I strike shield.
You drag in dress and high heels.
I'm ambedextrious, i beat off when I write
I come hard, wanna see, do you skype?



Just in case u neglected the slaughter thread.... you left this behind when u went on hiatus ...

Saying you'll punish?
Your wordplay's just pun-ish.
Coming with nothin'..
A whole lot of nothin'.

Robb Mack..
Goddamn.

That was a long rap.

Too damn long, no force hitting;
I had to read that rant over four sittings.
Just make it shorter if not more gripping.
..Or ..Quit it.
Your lyrics forfeited.
Of all your lines only four fitted:

-Claimed you "raped a carcass"; something badly wrong..
When something's badly wrong you just f***ing carry-on.

-Mentioned "jackal and raft" but you mangled the facts
Coz I've cruised with a cougar in a catamaran.

-Said you'd "buy _S" yet your life's spent once I charge.
Campfire rap cypher; still won't come buy R.

-Said "bye _S" yet you won't stop; the quote's wrong;
When I checked your text I said '..so long'.

Yeah me and my rhymes took a.. hiatus.
Scored out of ten they were.. high eighters.
Now I take it to eleven, calmly.
I'd grade Mack a B: no rebel army.

This can't be "silence of the lambs" with ewe barred.
New start, Next chapter red dragon killer, like Bard.
I tried to type his name, it got too deep.
Robb or Rob? Two b or not two b..?

He.. chanced to ask if I bump Wu lots.
pry mate, I play Sun Wu Kong.
No I don't play much Wu Tang, but listen to this:
I'll play Wotan to show that I'm king of the ring.

This is Watson and Crick over Common and Big;
When I show what I'm made of the models'll flip.

You meet beasts and wanna match properties.. Mack, honestly..
you just try to match qualities so it's like attacks-honour-me.

Quick freestyle to welcome my self here

I see wacks every where..dwarfs everywhere/
The only time I make b1tches scream is when..I put my "D" on holes/ this ain't time for jokes..am a midnight killer, the dungeon of rap/ am set to catch haters like I'm trap/
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I kill my ace boons...if they tryna diss me/ I ain't the man that laugh..if my girlfrnd said she miss me/ I'm that f****ing stomach that swallow wack emcee/ the only ***** that pregnant the rules of textcee/
.
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I'm abe lincoln when i sees your b1tch/ the thug in the street that known to snitch/
.
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I wonna throw diss at anyone..but didn't no any ones name/ my bars is the true definition of hell of fame/ so any mutherfoker that wonna piss me, gon end up in cell!!!!

Originally Posted by Priking123

N***a each time I read yo rap it sounds like yhu Drake n I'm P. Diddy yhu must wanna get smacked.
Yhu a professional yet yhu writing like yhu just got tha dressin room, boy don't threatin S**t if yhu ain't confessed yo fake feelins yet.
Yhu ain't smokin no medical, yhu on dem medicals excuse why yhu got N****s feelin yo testicals.
Tha only thing yhu stompin is tha lyrics yhu wrote thinken damn I can't write so I should just go slit my throat.
Yhu ain't nobody ta mess wit dat's why I'm leavin yhu ta clean yo bull's deuces, incase yhur wonderin dat's bull's stool dufus lol.
Yhu must have a death wish claimen yhu tha devil when yhu just a fake in a dress B***h!
Don't make a wish yhu gone regret Mr. Bronson.
Yhu got 12 necklaces fo yo wannabe phases n 1 extra incase yhu wanna restart tha fake S**t!
Yhu goin hard in tha paint yhu dummy go ahead I'll help yhu, call meh Leonardo tha saint.
Yhu've left a trail of destrution of yo own corruption, I don't wanna study tha beast, I'ma just leave it locked in tha dungeon.
I'm not finna tell yhu tha rules of rap I'm just finna point out tha facts of how whack yhu rap get it?
Probs not cause when emotions get involved people don't use common sense lol I'll stick ta Erkle pants thanks ta tha purple plants who got make *****s not think righ. Deuces

I'm Drake and your P Diddy?
You fake, you wont even see fitty
I guess you're tryin' to be witty
But ya rhymes all read sh1tty
I'm from Speed City, you aint got nada
You luke warm puke storm, I make hot hotta
Got you in hot wata
Coz you're just hip hop fodda
That's not gonna do sh1t but repeat lines I already wrote
He might have a ready quote, but I bet he don't
He might come back pretty dope but I bet he wont
So I'm a end this on a deadly note
N1gga you best start bailin' if ya wanna keep yer boat afloat, coz you sinkin' fast
I would say you're the sh1t, but it's probably just your stinkin' a55
Now I bet this got ya blinkin' fast
But you better just let what you're thinkin' pass...

Happy new year to you all

I kinda like your rhymes, but I was wondering a rap battle between me and you. And also a couple more people.

I'm down for a battle.

Originally Posted by sosiQQ

Quick freestyle to welcome my self here

I see wacks every where..dwarfs everywhere/
The only time I make b1tches scream is when..I put my "D" on holes/ this ain't time for jokes..am a midnight killer, the dungeon of rap/ am set to catch haters like I'm trap/
.
.
I kill my ace boons...if they tryna diss me/ I ain't the man that laugh..if my girlfrnd said she miss me/ I'm that f****ing stomach that swallow wack emcee/ the only ***** that pregnant the rules of textcee/
.
.
I'm abe lincoln when i sees your b1tch/ the thug in the street that known to snitch/
.
.
I wonna throw diss at anyone..but didn't no any ones name/ my bars is the true definition of hell of fame/ so any mutherfoker that wonna piss me, gon end up in cell!!!!

Why would put your "D'" on holes?
I murder the alphabet like Population control.Take advise from Santa's Elf from the South pole.This ain't rock and roll, it's border patrol.
So, you're saying if I diss you, I'll end up in jail? Inhale, than exhale, then get killed like when you don't open chain mail.
You're a thug that's a snitch? Bud, you'll end up in a six foot ditch, sell your soul while on a church bench.
Now on to Abraham Lincoln, kid the f*ck you thinkin? You can't step, you'll get put into extinction, you're not a politician. Based on religion, this is my predicition, you'll get conviction for an addiction while you overdosed in the kitchen, than you'll get a erectile dysfunction from anal destruction. You're girl don't miss you, tried on true she left you, probably for someone she slept with while she was with you, that's in relation to the judicial review, what's the capital of Peru? Lima, you're rhymes are kinda lame, like the great wall of China, but the smaller model version in North Carolina.

Am new here thought al post some thing

I will make your face turn bluer then a creeps coat this is no sik joke I will rob you take out your whole crew you might have a gun but you don't know how to use one I will give you a heart attack like you was big pun who you ****ing with son dont you know am don carlion I might not be from secily bbut the mafia respect me cuz not only talented lyrically am also good with a peac so go ahead step to these real mother****ing Gs like easy e then you gona see what happens when ******s start cappin they ain't just coming out robin they coming after your life might even rape your wife then slit her neck with a kitchen knife now you know the price for ****ing with me so go ahead g

Originally Posted by sosiQQ

Quick freestyle to welcome my self here

I see wacks every where..dwarfs everywhere/
The only time I make b1tches scream is when..I put my "D" on holes/ this ain't time for jokes..am a midnight killer, the dungeon of rap/ am set to catch haters like I'm trap/
.
.
I kill my ace boons...if they tryna diss me/ I ain't the man that laugh..if my girlfrnd said she miss me/ I'm that f****ing stomach that swallow wack emcee/ the only ***** that pregnant the rules of textcee/
.
.
I'm abe lincoln when i sees your b1tch/ the thug in the street that known to snitch/
.
.
I wonna throw diss at anyone..but didn't no any ones name/ my bars is the true definition of hell of fame/ so any mutherfoker that wonna piss me, gon end up in cell!!!!

SosiQQ..

if only you knew.

..

I get what he's saying, I totally catch it.
But he's only Sosi. I'm Sosiopathic.

Damn "wacks everywhere".. lowly and phoney..
But he's only Sosi.. so, see.. so's he.
Oh please.. Sosi'd
"Put D in holes" and not sow seed.

You still hope for growth that was never to be.
This is technical, deep, eloquent speech..
But you're better than me ..at irrelevancy.
Check the defeat; you "trap" like snares but I've yet to be beat.

When it comes to the Booth, why he said he's "Abe Lincoln".
And he said.. some other stuff too, but I ain't listen.

Though his skills are more 'so-so', I'll still call him 'Sosi'.
No Bar-bearer, he can't draw with Yogi.

If you "put D in holes" just be mad thankful..
But that ain't gonna help in a rap battle, sunshine.

"Midnight killer".. like.. 'hands up'?
Or hates when a date ends so acts rough?
"Midnight killer" slitting throats? Necks stay whole.
Nex' day whole? Maybe killing the next a-hole?

Ay, yo.. bro.. I'm warning you..
Your "girlfriend said she'd miss you"; there'll be white stains on her mourning suit.
You "wanna throw diss", like, no s***, we'd noticed..
I'm flinging it back, difference is I won't miss.

Your whole damn verse was so twenty-fourteen.
And I'm sure you've got plenty more schemes we've already all seen.
But come bring it.

Were you dissing me or backing me up?

Diss to you all!!

All bark and no bit.. All rap and there lines weak/
So you dissing or mocking me..is like pouring water on a black stone/ If I should get paid to slit ya throat..that's a cheap shot cos I will whoop u with chicken bone/ gun you to death with my AK47..till ya smelling blood stain my face/ I will clean it..than take ya dead cold body to my place/ serve it to my dogs cos they back(bark) for me when dangers occurs/ this is no offense,, cos this d1ckhead f@gg0t tyrna break my defence, by balling too hard with rhymes/so I gotta stop the f00l..so I decide to blast him with miles/ boom boom! the tool!!

I will reside this rappers..bewitch this rappers/ than deceive em minds cos they look like yappers/
I will beat this fools till they turn into human to mammals/ and make them look so old than there old grand mama's!!!!!

In the game of life yall ni***s are jokers I'm a spade//
son you were still crawling when I first got paid//
ill bomb a plane in order to get your flight delayed//
yall are pu**y ***** ni**as that's why you betrayed//
i took your b!tch from you and give you nothing but I call it a trade//
im still killing fake ni**as with my lyrical blade//
i hope yall got medical aid//
son even in school you were never in my grade//
i spit supernova bars that make fake ni**as hide in the shade//
your b!tch said she love my d**k that's why I stayed//this aint no search its a raid/i drop osama bombs like a grenade/im more like jackie chan yall ***** *** *****s are jade/those who **** with me I invade/son I be making the mic hot call the fire brigade.

Like doctors frankinstien am gona bring the greatest rappers back to life with every verse that I spit because all these new age rappers are **** am gona be one the the greatest ever to do it and it ain't gona be hard cuz *****es like french Montana sound like retards I can destroy you all with my bars you know what the funy thing is am not doing this for the money or the cars I just wana hear real rap back on the radio if DJs dont wana play me then we can beef like ice cube al bite you with my 32 teeth I will never admit defeat cuz that word don't exist in my vocabulary

Originally Posted by YOUNGSHADY WALE MBF

In the game of life yall ni***s are jokers I'm a spade//
son you were still crawling when I first got paid//
ill bomb a plane in order to get your flight delayed//
yall are pu**y ***** ni**as that's why you betrayed//
i took your b!tch from you and give you nothing but I call it a trade//
im still killing fake ni**as with my lyrical blade//
i hope yall got medical aid//
son even in school you were never in my grade//
i spit supernova bars that make fake ni**as hide in the shade//
your b!tch said she love my d**k that's why I stayed//this aint no search its a raid/i drop osama bombs like a grenade/im more like jackie chan yall ***** *** *****s are jade/those who **** with me I invade/son I be making the mic hot call the fire brigade.

You're not a spade, you're a faggot, without a blade, your rhymes are decayed, you're an unpaid, downgrade enough with this charade I'm not afraid. You got an Ak, I got a grenade.
I'm not black, I'm white. I move faster than the speed of light, despite your dog bite, I'm on that flight, there was a bomb but you got slaughtered before it ticked off. What you didn't know I'm the air marshall, sitting on that commercial, airline.
This cloud is mine, time you got put inline, these battles are online, but you have no divine. Bottom line, signing out. You're rhymes will put you in a electric chair.
You just got slaughtered by a bear.

You just got slaughtered by a bear? You should seriously retire/
With a conclusion like that, your rap career must be dire/
I'm a king in a spire, to me, you're but a squire/
Reading your raps makes me wanna hang myself with barbed wire/
But suicide is not the answer, it never is/
I'll grab you in broad daylight and start asking questions by surprise, like a pop quiz/
"How tough did you feel typing over a forum?!"/
Then I'll turn on Beethoven and dismember you in a highschool auditorium/
You're lost in this space like we're in Santorum/
Rapping on you gives me severe boredom/
They ask where I get my cars, they import em/
I catch this kid outside and I'll distort em/
Then he'll disappear like a beaner without a green card, I'll deport em/
Racial comments excite/
Light a bonfire, you're alight/
This bodying was easy, so it's not meant to be polite/
I'm done, I'm outta here. It was really such a de-light/

Danm this dude just killed that was some good **** man

Originally Posted by Paul Bunyon

You just got slaughtered by a bear? You should seriously retire/
With a conclusion like that, your rap career must be dire/
I'm a king in a spire, to me, you're but a squire/
Reading your raps makes me wanna hang myself with barbed wire/
But suicide is not the answer, it never is/
I'll grab you in broad daylight and start asking questions by surprise, like a pop quiz/
"How tough did you feel typing over a forum?!"/
Then I'll turn on Beethoven and dismember you in a highschool auditorium/
You're lost in this space like we're in Santorum/
Rapping on you gives me severe boredom/
They ask where I get my cars, they import em/
I catch this kid outside and I'll distort em/
Then he'll disappear like a beaner without a green card, I'll deport em/
Racial comments excite/
Light a bonfire, you're alight/
This bodying was easy, so it's not meant to be polite/
I'm done, I'm outta here. It was really such a de-light/

Damn, actually the first lyrically advanced person to battle me back.
I should retire, but truthfully, I don't rap, I need to be hired, but I'm tired of being fired.
I understand I'm not too good at rapping, but my name is Yogi Madison your is Paul Bunyon, but you spelt "Bunyan" wrong, I at least know how to spell. Where's your Blue Ox? Babe I think is her name, my rhymes were lame yours were insane, not going lie your post back was crazy, I've been being lazy, please amaze me, some of my battles have been amazing. You're not a lumberjack, you're a cracker, Jack. Put a thumbtack into my thumb, make it go numb and turn it into a plumb.
Truthfully, you're an artist trapped in your own depictions. Full of convictions, can't call you a bad rapper because you're not, that'd a contradiction.
I'm strapped for battle sucka-duck, crawl out the back, its a bar fight
So, prepare your arsenal and beware of bar stools flying through the air
And bottles breaking, mirrors also
And I ain't stopping until the swear jar's full.
Overdose on Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve or Extra Strength Tylenol 3’s
Feel like I'm burning to death, but I'm freezing
Bed-ridden and destined never to leave the
Bedroom ever again like the legend of Heather Ledger
My suicide notes, barely legible to read.
I'm sick of this, I know you'll battle me back but you gotta be smarter than that.

Yo
Youre a weaboo
Who sits in his room
Jacking off to a womans fat clit
Visual novels like Sakura Spirit
Sittin' all alone with one hand in your pants
Watchin' all the fox girls' sexy stripping dance
You read the manga to stay a step ahead
When you're jacking off your face goes cherry red
You have a chode
You suck bos
Along with hos
Raindrop's style
It's f****** wild
I'm out
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