You two mention my name again, I'll squeeze blood out of every orifice,
Located in your body, Til you say sorry, The moral is,
I'm a giant, while you two ain't sh1t, just some minor kids,
Just cos you're baked, these beans making up all kinda fibs,
I hear these beans-talking tryna come up to the top,
Like they can steal my gold, without their head falling off.
It's nonsense,
Equivalent to me and Monster,
Saying Pro's the best, giving him praise constant,
Then recruiting him to the gangs in London.

Na, you two are merely a joke,
You two will learn to fear-me ya-know,
Lyrical Mozart, you two are hearing the flow,
Of a monster, I'll give you a leery hello,
Cos I don't trust wannabes who keep mentioning me,
But don't have the aggression, they're just feminine, see,
I'll break the A-T-M, cos of A-D-D,
Add up my money, as the C-T-V,
Picks up the footage, puts me on M-T-V,
Grab your mum, she'll be like B-R-B,
Then I'll explode inside her like an R-P-G.
Cinephile you can't R-A-P,
Your best attempts just sound B-A-D.
My flows cold, it's sh1t they ain't seen,
My flows cold, they call me an A-C.

Nice try but you're still behind, in pursuit like trivia/
You won't catch me, no leg to stand on after I broke your tibia/
I was bred for this race, must be from Kenya or Libya/
Greater in strength too, I'm a giant you're itty bitty bruh/
So small you're hard to see, a photon without a microscope/
My lines are pure and addictive I'm 4(fo') tons of the whitest dope/
And you know I stay pushin em just like my namesake/
I hope you're not dead after this verse just for your names' sake/
If you survive you'll be bruised and battered covered in pains, aches/
But hopefully still conscious, hard to tell cos you rap without your brain awake/
Fronting in your raps like you know about electricity/
But really in your head proper flow is a mystery/
Like "damn this must be magic," well I'm the hairy potter ministry/
It's visible you're physically stressed tryna get these raps out your chest/
For me it comes naturally when I'm rappin I'm unstressed/
When I'm with my greens or beauty queens, I order both undressed/
Don't take my disses personal I'm not easily impressed/
But why you criticizing God MC wordplay for using excessive force?/
When like the trigger happy cops it's obvious you're the source/
I compared you to pigs cos you're both fat mammals of sorts/
You see your own faults in others, hypo(hippo)critical of course/
It's with force greater than Thor's that my words blow you off course/
For that^ I'll receive thunderous applause cos low key my gods are Norse/
Now as promised here's a story with plots sweeter than motts juice/
If you're reading this it's too late I'm already on you with a duece duece/
But I keep my hands clean, make you hang yourself from a spruce/
Made you an estranged fruit hanging like Ye's strange fruits/
That no one wants to eat, it's blue and blackened, bruised by combat I'm Bruce/
Wayne or Lee, whichever one you want to choose/
I'm sure you're used to it, losing for you is old news/
But for me that's never happened, like finding Confuscious confused/
I infused venom in my spit, you'll be dead soon so to conclude/
In full circle I run laps around you, to victory I'll cruise/

@KennyNeverDies^^^

Ugly scripts..
All rubbed in shìt
Kenny with his childish peter pan flow
Damn yo..Go to bed on this 'Starry Night' and learn from Van Gogh

Got an art for artfully unloading artillery
Hard ability hitting harder than an armed delivery
I write till my arms are killin' me
Then I wrote more cause my heart is hardened, never departed from a marginal victory
These Sargent bars left Kenny's arteries "scarred" and that marked the history
Of Batman being left in the dark while I shine light on other parts of the mystery

How did Joker turn into a Med student?
Did debts do this?
He's dead stupid
Quit pretending and second guessing like an upset Buddhist
This psyched out actress wanna act like she a psychiatrist
Stop cryin' bìtch
Always hitting the wrong keys like a violent kid with a vio-lin
Desperate to put the vile in
But shitty story-telling poured, slipping passed in the past its boring
"Oh Pro you have childhood issues about mourning...
and that means blah blah blah, and now you wake up in the morning"
Man your god-awful
Others full of awe when I spit, jaws drop from a scrawl that left them thoughtful
Here's a falafel, food for thought, use it to jot something that's not all bull.

Wrap Monster up while he barely hot, soft taco
But no corn please, Ken' writes enough of that on auto
New name is Korny, and if Caitlyn swallows,
Korny follows and turns into Courtney tomorrow
This Em' vs 'Lotto'
He got tt's and two new o's both are hollow
Takes the L home, shìt bars lost, pissed off he wallows

Let’s move on…to the dude that look like Mulan
Yup, Monster is just a scrawny Asian kid
Out-bar this joke with some jokes and racist shìt
Hiroshima and Nagasaki, eat a bag of dìcks since you’re too soft
I’m at his crib with his mom, she screaming, “Shoes off!”
Smelling like Taiwanese armpits and Wong Fu sauce
I’m the Wong Fu to be messing with like your virgin ašs and a hot bìtch
Your stick-figure frame get broken down, rotten chopsticks

Switch it back to bars like its past midnight
Fast as fukk in a rapid fistfight
Fasting from food so I shove it down Monster and the other faggot's windpipe
Kenny’s the fastest dude to add the wackest insight
“God your rap was forced”…. Ken couldn’t match or ig-nite
Tries to assert himself, even though his own rap is piss light
Was god's rap addressed to you, No? Then let your ašs just sit tight

Monster's the cat that "needs to step his game up"
Too late, shot him off the back like a layup
Slept on the Mic' now he can't jump or stay fly
Either way his soul gets crossed like A.I
If you ain't 'All in' when its 'I your versin',
Then you gon' need '76' bars and a biased person
Just to land a single hit like when Tyson versus
Buster Douglas, the tide is turning
You can't bite what you h'ear, so you stay taking 'hits' till your high just worsens.

You've been a fad, a 'strap to your head' and you can't 'GoPro'
Gave you a 'pen and pad', so it only makes sense there's 'no flow'
"Poorly written lines". Actually, they're lines written for the poorly
I get it, times are 'Rocky'. Cuz I used you, fukked your sister, and call you Paulie.

Your raps are a mouth of cavities, all filler with silver
Hair, you old pedophile, read ya file, no suspense or 'Thriller'
You belong in the 20's, like 'Jackson'
So I take Kenny's 'magazine' and send you some 'clips' from the 'Maxim'
GodMC wasn't slaughtered, in fact he's the one spitting this hot sh1t
And even with my alter ego I could "black you out": off switch
Cuz Monster is gun-Nguyen, and that's the cold truth
I'll bury you in a ditch tall as Peter 'crouch', so 'duck', you old 'goose

Template: Descendent of Osama, so Obama's offended by his mama
Hey, Pro... You hungry for a llama?
Just take a bite of ya partner, I mean... you'd ride him either way
"But I can't! I need to hold his hand so he could lead the way!"

Yo Van Gogh, you cut your own ear off reviewing your own work
So imagine what would happen if you were spewing up Pro's words
A prose 'works out', only if you can 'spot it'
Even if you 'exert size', it won't be 'buff' unless you plot it
Right now you're taking lessons from adolescence. I guess I'm your foster shrink
And If I 'Sulley-pd' on the 'Mike', then you'd fall victim to 'Monster's ink'
So when your plots mention Eminem's, we just stop in laughter like it even Mathers
"My life is out of 'order', I'll just take a '#2' on my verse. Repeat, rinse, and lather!"

Asian jokes? Ha, you're Saddamb, but guess Hussein them back
The disses so vicious, but I won't refrain in rap
Scrawny Asian kid? You ain't that burly, in fact you barely as stacked as 'Curly'
So take a seat 'Moe', it'll be hil-Larry-ous when I 'ghost a buster', like 'Bill Murry'

I saw-im fall off, Humpty Dumpty performing the Ramadan
Took your Qur'an, Torah sheet off, same page I drew Muhammad on
Fukked your b1tch, pulled out, took her hijab, need to something to wipe the skeet off
This chingk'll grab a katana, swing and miss, and cut your feet off
Maybe then, it won't stink like sh1t. See? I take your worries and solve em
Also... is not taking a shower part of tradition? Too bad you can't drink away the problem
You only want beef because you can't have pork? Guess you just have to carry on
Don't worry, I'll try to sneak some for you like a terrorist at airports with excess "carrion".

Side verse to Temp, not related to the 2v2:

Check out "de form" of 'Frankenstein's Monster'
You created a being who ponders to prosper
And I cherish and honor that
Could've let me perish and offer crap
But you showed the way to spit, and I'm not copying techs/texts
This won't mean much to you, but thanks to you, I'm an artist... who also wrecks
I know this sh1t's battle rap but I felt the respects were due
I'm not typing a paragraph, but I everything I've reflected's true

Clearing things up, this is the lost account of MonsterWrapper. I just wanted to have some fun with this "alter ego" I've created, since I have two accounts anyways so might as well stir up some trouble

Yo Pro this is @ your second verse, in which you went out of turn for god knows why,

I'm not good at thinking on my feet, I'll be frank
So I play mind games with your girl laying down, then proceeds a stank
I fukked her till her "last breath" and though I "juggled-her/jugular"
The b1tch bounced like a birthday kid on a 'blow' house... Irregular

A "ghost writer" would boast lighter even if he wrote fire
So you should retire cuz you spoke like you wrote tired
A road tire would follow a path better than you do
Temp pulling your strings in the background like a Haitian doing veteran voodoo
Speaking of pulling strings, you should try reverse ventriloquy,
You move your lips without speaking, it helps a fellow 'Cee

Your verse has many 'similes', but I see a 'milli' 'sims' between your verse and garbage
In fact your scheme is: At first, retarded but then just tarnished and resembles Carthage.
And no, you need the "soap" more, to clean your trash flows
But when the trash flows, your chest is more 'puffed up' than Afros
Don't bash on KND, cuz K end thee
With a simple scheme and vague intrigue
Pro fighter with the weakest punches is passed on...
For Kenny, to chop and devour you at night to get his fast on

Wazzup, new battler on tha aproach

My name is Josh fag, but you wouldn't understand that cause your minds got some lag get the f*ck outa here or i'll toss you out like a rag. But aint got time to do this sh*t so when i come back ill knock you outa your wits!

My flows are authentic transenfic intrinsic like dope to a fiend your thoughts I'll inhibit I'm livid a cynic I'll put ya on display at the dead body exhibit I'm wicked and sick kid the pain I've inflicted flip the script right quick stick ya repeatedly with this ice pick not once said I'm nice kid serve ya on rice to your wife ya tonight kid not satisfied till I watch the light leave your eyes with your life that's right kid.

@Kenny
You're an appliance? I don't get it.. You cool us off? Are you a fan? How sweet but I don't do autographs so keep blowing in compliance.

Pro stepped up to the Plate and they knocked out rhymes no bunts or a Bouncer but home runs. Tossed them youngens out the club cause they tried ballin'. So Kenny wept and left Wrapped with Audrey in a blankey shht he's sleeping and listening to Kanye's Graduate don't agitate! It's an out of reach dream so don't wake! Unrealistic to the extreme the thought of these fools getting pu$$y or money they'll basically end homeless sucky sucky in the alley outside the bar for beers maybe some handies too then sell the cans and that's their destiny/future living.
Since Kenny is medically trained he can do all the spelling when they try to pass their test, STD. And what do you have it?! Aids and Hep C! Ah I get it! A.C.

What? Nobody wanna play? Don't nobody wanna take me on?
All the competition's gon' away coz I come at 'em like I got rabees holmes
Sick like Shady's songs, but that's not why they wont play these songs
They be wrong and I'm about to slay these clones
The eighties gone, but I'm a still get braggadocious
All you fags atrocious, smokin' bags of roaches
About to blast the closest fag wit' a lack of focus coz that's the opus
Callin' Mr. Holland, I gets ta ballin' and raps the dopest
While you cats are hopeless I keep bringin' it wicked like
And I'll keep it old school like Nick at Nite, I'll win if ya pick a fight
Maybe it's a mishap in this rap so try a different mic
I think your sh1t is hype but you should be able to spit it tight if it's right
N|g64 psych, you know you caint stand in the light, it'll just burn that 4$$
I write raps and they turn to cash
Wanna make dap? Learn to smash
All of your raps you should just burn as trash

I'm still here... Just wont go away...

Fucc it, I know I'm a tough act to follow
Especially since you gents lack bravado
I'll never be in reverie when every rap's farrago
Nobody's rappin' like it's their last tomorrow
And I gotta let y'all know if I dust off the facade you've drawn and collapse the potholes
It'll expose holes so grande they will not close
What you've got is not hot flows, I guarentee that you've not got those
So ya really don't wanna lock horns when I've got more stock prose than Mexicans got tacos
I got the shock flows, I'll shock ya system when I drop the wisdom that'll drop foes, it's a well known fact
And when I act a rebel and slap the devil I'm takin' over and he11's gone Black
Got you little imps runnin' around like elves on crack
And anybody that dwells on that
Was lost from the start, and they think they're all so smart
You've got no heart so your foundation just falls apart
Rap is supposed to be hard but it's also art
Well I'm comin' back, BackInBlack is back in the rappin' shack, watch as the halls go dark

I'm a skitzo wacko
It's ipso facto
How did I get so cracked though?
How can I live life when it's so black bro?
I can hardly take it
How can I make my heart be vacant?
No emotions so it's hard to fake it
But then at least I'd get some peace coz it'd be hard to break it
It's the only way coz I'm far from patient and I'm running out of options
My walls are all crumblin' and I don't know how to stop 'em
I may get dissed but I don't get pissed coz I know how to mock 'em
I'm the best thing comin' out of Gotham
On a dark knight standin' under a park light waitin' for Satan to start the apocalypse
And while I'm waitin' I'm takin' a lotta vodka sips
I hate the world so I'm glad I was told not ta stop the sh1t
And you aint escapin' unless you got a rocket ship

Black,
You're so bad
You're not rad
Monster's rap is sick
Annoying as a tick
I'll end you too
Your rap is doo doo
I did your mom on a bed
And turned it to red
Cuz it was her face
That I hit with a mace
Rap god, you can't touch me
I'm not Morgan, but man, I'm free
Free to destroy your lines
I craft minds
Turn yours to mush
What are you trying to pull
You're just a push
Always talking bull
You're just a fan
He's not made of tin
But I wonder if he can
Even attempt to win
See my rhymes are dope
You should die in a rope
This verse has no structure
But has the allure
It's better than yours by a long way
If I could make disses for you it'd take a day
Maybe even more than that
Dog, you're not a cool cat
My fist is strong
Stick is long
I'll run you over with a car
I'm 69 holes in your mom, call it +69 par
I'll bury you in a hole
I'll give you a sock and throw some coal
I stand tall
You're as straight as a ball
You'll never beat me, I'm the best
I'll take you down, just like the rest

Originally Posted by Pro-Found

We all got expectations to live up too I that's why I never die down, nothing can stop me not even if I took a few shots like Pac let off untill that rounds
empty/
But don't ever give me a loaded glock because I'll point pop it at you right now,*4 more shots than the man who tried to get Pac and give you 9 shots like 50/
This is Bowser compared to Mario your not on my boss level yet up ya game or pipe down/ if sh1t escalades quickly, you get your wind pipe slashed and throat knifed out/
You couldn't spit this well even if you were a Pro like myself/ I'll knock ya B1tch down and knock her up so she gets pregnant with my child/ and when she's having my baby I'm gonna uppercut her in the p*ssy so hard because no one can birth my style/
My imagination of battle's dark like a tunnel a ninja compared to a blind man, f*ck a punch line I'll punch ya lights out/
F*ck all my rivalry no man can lurk in my shadows now and walk out alive and strive how?/
My savage instinct of battles suicidal I fight to the death before I lose I'll kill myself and die Yo/ but when your going against me your basic instincts are in dire need of survival/
I spit it with that hot 16 spit sh1t like Dylon/ You drink propane fluid*spark a lighter, try to spit flames but Dawg you still ain't got no fire/ bark or no bite your not up to par son Soul with no
Desire/
A Martial Artist without the heart to actually fight in the ring or spar son/ try and stop me with an artillery of thousand rounds but I ain't sacred because you ain't spark none/
And often coward and run away like when the Persian empire ran from the Spartans/
Even no they lost the war they had more strength courage and honour and I felt they*ultimately won/
I'm going to corner you extort you, ending your conquest like William the conqueror did to Harold Godwinson/ better get the Marshall and all the guards and Warden/
This is the Apocalypse of War/ and I'm leaving competitors mentally or physically scarred like they took it behind prison*bars/
sharp precision marksman a one shot knock out I hit em hard/
you hit once turn around and run/ You*kids often come up too short don't know how to set the bar high, I show em how it's suppose to be done/
Your not even close when you reach for the stars no Cigar a broken car with no tires defenceless no
Barbwire/
No Cause at all but to drown in sorrow with an open bar I attack full throttle and bottle you like a Bar brawl/
I got bars for days and you faggots got grape for balls/
I squash these fruits and by tomorrow morning you'll be dried up like raisins/
So I'll serve your @ss a body bag faster than Monster can serve a hamburger and a side of frys to all his*Asian Bros/
Working at McDonalds and Kenny's the retarded Janitor guy that mops the sh1t in the Handicap stalls but no one pays em though/
Wearing flip flops pink overalls a fanny pack topped with a f*cked up haircut looking like special need person going on vacation Yo/
You and Monster suck so much your litterly always trading blows/
I'm masochist a prick over all/ and I'll be living rent free stuck in your head an evil narcissistic d1ck/
I'm so cold I'll stab you with a f*cking ice pick/
Tare every cartilage brake every body part and leave a f*cking couple of dead carcass's for the vultures/
Ceniphile can even body bag you b1tches/ He's just not as vulgure as me I Kill a couple of kids left them in the ditches/
I'm a Cold killer vivious/ like When Temp went on a racist spree to Monsters Asian culture/ and when I F*cked Kenny up worse like Rick James did to that couch and f*cked the whole upholstery up/ your just too much of a little insecure b1tch to admit it I spit it legit Shemes and lines and multiple rhymes/
And when your B1tch lets me hit it I have to muffle her before I nut cause she won't stop screaming my name and she's like" F*ck I'm tired of listening to Kenny's Schemes Yours actually made me come multiple times/ B1tch missed her period I put you to silence like when your delivery hits/
Most people don't think or hear nothing but crickets/
I'll hit you with a cricket bat and say this kids a crack head with a chicklet as a d1ck, so small its looks like his b1tches cl1toris/
and I don't want any one spitting back if your wickedy wack is diss/
You figgity fag your diss rap is wack , gimmicky wack as*all the raps Black Did/
I think Kenny should* start a club or a cult*and can call it** KKK** Kenny's Kids Krips/ and Rapist can bear back there little asset's/
all 3 of them together and sculpt a sculpture and call it the 3 little faggots/ f*ck you and your fastings and no sleepin thinks that's the best way to get Great Mang?/
I pee In Your face and Urinate on your spirituality when you sleep I know Your In some dream state this is reality though so Your In for a rude
Awakening/
All Your battles are sh1t they started from the bottom and there still p1ss/
Dressing like a transvestite looking terrorist I'll cross these faggots off my Hitlist/
Leave you shook again like a guy with Parkinson's doing the Harlem shaker and Im*taking over like vinegar mixed with baking soda/ exploding and unloading them cold dead skills no emotion
don't make me take one of my chains off and choke ya/
The diamond chain choker/ pain provoker/ Rhymes so hot I get all the b1tches wet like a super soaker/
Kenny always getting off to the thought of that because I lay it on you like no other/ But you couldn't even rebuttal your own Mother dude/ because your afraid of what your father would do/ Because your Dad molested and Wrecked that rectum and well Truth is he still cuddles you/

Goddammit Pro, at least give us a heads up in kik before you post it lol. hmu later

You use YouTube against me,
I mean how hard can that be,
To find yo raps online,all the time,
Now it's time to put you to sleep,
Like isis sheep's, I'm the nicest,
but you made me like this, lil Bish,
You smell like raw fish, like a hooker on the street, it'll be time to meet the consequence, I'm over here honking at yo sis, we ****ed once or twice then I found out she had lice, I hit you wit the glock something you can't block, I'm shocked your still here, you look like a broken mirror, I'm done wiasting my time so here's a dime to call your mom for a ride and tell her I said hi.

Originally Posted by Legit_rapper2770

You use YouTube against me,
I mean how hard can that be,
To find yo raps online,all the time,
Now it's time to put you to sleep,
Like isis sheep's, I'm the nicest,
but you made me like this, lil Bish,
You smell like raw fish, like a hooker on the street, it'll be time to meet the consequence, I'm over here honking at yo sis, we ****ed once or twice then I found out she had lice, I hit you wit the glock something you can't block, I'm shocked your still here, you look like a broken mirror, I'm done wiasting my time so here's a dime to call your mom for a ride and tell her I said hi.

I'm pretty sure you have to rhyme like all the time
Not like a mime who goes silent every time he forgets a line
It's embarrassing and funny don't fight it
It's a freestyle battle but you still write sh1t
And you're honking on my sis but can you drive
Because I thrive
To cut out your balls with my kitchen knives
Then put it up your *** till I can see it in your eyes
Don't talk about any of my family members
Or I'll give you one last night to remember
I'll take out your eyes, replace them with your balls
Then I'd throw your balls into the embers

Originally Posted by MonsterWrapper

Black,
You're so bad
You're not rad <-------------------------------------------ROTFLMAO! What are you? Like 5 years old or something?
Monster's rap is sick
Annoying as a tick
I'll end you too
Your rap is doo doo
I did your mom on a bed
And turned it to red
Cuz it was her face
That I hit with a mace
Rap god, you can't touch me
I'm not Morgan, but man, I'm free
Free to destroy your lines
I craft minds
Turn yours to mush
What are you trying to pull
You're just a push
Always talking bull
You're just a fan
He's not made of tin
But I wonder if he can
Even attempt to win
See my rhymes are dope
You should die in a rope
This verse has no structure
But has the allure
It's better than yours by a long way
If I could make disses for you it'd take a day
Maybe even more than that
Dog, you're not a cool cat
My fist is strong
Stick is long
I'll run you over with a car
I'm 69 holes in your mom, call it +69 par
I'll bury you in a hole
I'll give you a sock and throw some coal
I stand tall
You're as straight as a ball
You'll never beat me, I'm the best
I'll take you down, just like the rest

The above verse is possibly the lamest and most childish attempt at a rap verse that I've ever seen in my entire life. It's so bad that it's funny. But just out of the spirit of friendly (pshh) competition I will reply:

You call yourself MonsterWrapper but you can't even "rap" it up
Coz really you're a MonsterSlacker and your rhymes are wack as fukk
Maybe you lost your swagger and you've got nothin' to back it up
But you really should stop your chatter because as a rapper you suck
And after you shut the fukk up if you still want to pursue this
I would advise you to practice because that avenue would be the most prudent
If not then I reckon you are not a very astute student
In fact I would go as far as to declare that you're absolutely stupid
Come back when you show signs of improvement or don't come back ever again
I don't hate MonsterWrapper but y'all remember B-Rad? Well even he can rap better than him
There's not many fools that I really ever condemn
But MonsterWrapper really should stick an ice pick into his brain and sever the stem
I've never read an attempt at rap as asinine as the above lame verse
And if you don't think so you can ride with him in the same hearse
I have all of the answers, the chicken came first
He tried a few times with a few rhymes and then he became worse

@Black

'Read' your verse and it was worse than what I expected
'Aren'tchu' you glad I responded? Still mad you're rejected?
'Ya low' blows need to step it up, you're below low
'G', your flows are as clogged as a 'reen', couldn't be fixed by mojo
'Blew' you to pieces, not even Jesus would come back, for you
'Violets' would be turned to violence, your vision conditioned to 'Black and blue'
'Indy goes' in the Temple of Doom, still not as perilous when I got the doom at your temple
You'll see a 'combination of colors', and I'll ultimately 'Blacken' and ruin your tempo

Who hates and kills black? KKK.
See, I just wait until Black drops something wack. Gay, gay, gay!
When Monster 'slacks', you'd 'pant' and bite your nails
But not some lines, cuz I could tell when you write your fails