Sometimes I get bored of raps
Like Snorlax, I even sleep while i record tracks
Then I read some of Max's old wordplay, I want more of that.
The format, was so formed I swore that
If he stopped bringing it, I'd show up at his doormat
Unarmed but I'd verbally bash this man
So here I am, a beer in hand

Your hunger is evident
Eloquent verses vs. Kenny's "mouse & elephant"
Irrelevant he was, now his rise and fall is eminent
One isn't enough, I'll take two for the hell of it
Both you get annihilated
Where's your flow? The Nile ate it
Major river in Africa, actin' up gets you violated
I'd mention Kenny more, but his style's dated
8 mile he replayed it,
Engraved it, inside his mind for his wack raps to replace it
Face it
You write the first sh;t that comes to your mind, erase it
Take your time, pace it..

My rapid raps classic
Your raps an abstract plastic, melts when I spit acid
Hot or cold
Sometimes requires a jacket
Other times only a loose fabric
Magic, how massive my presence is on the Y-axis
Cuz I only move upwards, and I hardly practice mathematics

Lord, can they afford my verbal swords?
Sapphires and Diamonds in the hilt, burning wars
Organs pour on the floor like a bottle of Captain Morgan
More guns, are stored for those that think they fly like Jordan's
Cookin them I'm Chef Gordon
Forcin' them back past the front lines, I'm the Warden
Their blunt lines are shortened

Cremated? Sure, I'll leave you both in the ashtray
Appreciated your past, now pass away castrated

Sometime I wonder why I waste lyrics I can use in tracks,
Record them, hustle through the game til I earn my plaques,
But one must have his pride and respond to attacks,
On his lyrical prowess, no matter how mundane the task is,
I'm a certain in this life, like death and taxes,
8 Mile? I'll close the curtain on Template and Max's,
Little show, cos there the breed that got them hated antics,
Snout up his ***, cos hes a patch of grass, and your a man-pig.

I've got the power of words, you would have to rehearse,
Practice for hours, for the same stanzas i spit in reverse,
I must be spitting in Swahili, to be getting this slept on,
While every one of Template's **** references, TMax leapt on,
Bombard you with words, like this an electron,
Microscope, Tryna analyse whats wrong,
Cells slowly decaying, I can see the ER fraying,
Want med bars? Na I can exchange, I can bring the K in,
Don't want witty bars? Then why the **** you saying,
I can't spit on your level, like i should shake and tremble,
All I see is 12 years old begging for a medal,
Wanna be able to earn one, actually made of metal,
Bronze is too much for you, you aint got the mettle.

This is gonna be the last message I send you,
Don't worry I aint giving up, I'm writing still,
I've got my forte secured, you two are finding it,
I enjoyed this, One day you'll approach me to sign some ****,
Entering the labyrinth now, the greatest of our time,
Never to be seen again, only to be heard in rhyme.

Originally Posted by KennyNeverDies

Remember them days when BackInBlack brought doom,
Instead of catching bodies, the fans caught tombs,
But after a while, he's started to get old, like any good cartoon,
Stole uranium from the government, made the planet go KABOOM,
Give it back Malfoy or i'll knock off your broom,
I needed some of that ****, if i wanted to be able to compete on this level,
My opponents cardiac output had to double,
They needed that liquid courage in the form of a treble,
And even then they'd be another stone tossed among the pebbles,
Not quite polished enough, they lacking the spark, the ambition,
The skillset to slaughter, quickly, painfully and with precision,
I can't envision a competitor, that could truthfully kill me,
You casual rappers miss so many punchlines, thats why you dont feel me,
You don't see the ****ing work that goes in every scheme,
Wait a sec Bnb is captain aggravator?
**** you can call me Lieutenant General or Major,
I'll take your family and friends, send-em-all ta Maya,
Offer them as a sacrifice, push em straight in the fire,
You don't understand how this situation got so dire,
You're just the average stoner, tryna get a lil higher,
Can't throw stones at others, unless you aint a liar,
stealer, pill junkie, wife beater,
After 6 shots of tequila,
Got that courage finally building up you're going to-kill-her.

Three of my verses on here, i wrote while i was high,
I didn't have to point it out, I kept the quality high,
You used it as an excuse to leave out all those multi rhymes,
I want real competiton, JesusFreak23,
Doesn't cut it for me,
I know i ****ing said that i would battle for free,
But I still want the top of the chain, I want that Adam and Eve,
Not some wannabe Monster template, who's adamant he's,
miles ahead of the rest, little ****boys just getting ahead of himself.

Remember when KennyNeverDied?
Yeah, neither do I.
If I kill Kenny then he better die
It's a justifiable homicide
Coz KennyAlwaysDies, haven't you seen South park?
How can Kenny fukkin' live without heart?
And the whole heart just got ripped out part?
He doesn't know anything about dark
Or darkness, or the carcass hiding beneath it
I wont give up my spot and he's still trying to reach it
He's dying to teach, but cannot teach it
But for he or she whom seeks it
I'll show you the sickness wit a quickness
I'm fukkin ya moms dead corpse as I spit this
With a permanent rictus
So pay attention if you wanna learn in this business

Originally Posted by taylormaximus

Dopeness

My balls and your mouth musta collided
All just from what you da busta provided
And so this must've been justified, it
Was also just as fun to write it
Now I'm not the one to hide it, I'm psychopathic
And that's the way I write or rap it
If it happens my rappen's crappin' on this idle fagit
Well he can p1ss off, get his sh1t tossed and die in traffic
A lot of 'em try to hack it but tactics aint matchin up
I keep my raps strapped wit' plastics and keep my hatchet up
And you's a fagit, so fagit jump
Before I leave you hip hoppin' on a ragged stump
To wrap it up, your rap is junk and so is the Template it was written on
I know exactly who this punk is that tempts fate, that's the one that I'm sh1ttin' on
And I'll be dam if the truth isn't known
When it's shown

My balls and your mouth musta collided
All just from what you da busta provided
And so this must've been justified, it
Was also just as fun to write it
Now I'm not the one to hide it, I'm psychopathic
And that's the way I write or rap it
If it happens my rappen's crappin' on this idle fagit
Well he can p1ss off, get his sh1t tossed and die in traffic
A lot of 'em try to hack it but tactics aint matchin up
I keep my raps strapped wit' plastics and keep my hatchet up
And you's a fagit, so fagit jump
Before I leave you hip hoppin' on a ragged stump
To wrap it up, your rap is junk and so is the Template it was written on
I know exactly who this punk is that tempts fate, that's the one that I'm sh1ttin' on
And I'll be dam if the truth isn't known
When it's shown

I wear a psychiatric hospital gown with no draws
And my @ss is hairy
I don't fukk with y'all, All of my
Friends are imaginary
Everything about me is grouchy and unsanitary
Hate women and I'm anti- letting faggots marry
My vocabulary prevents me from being big
DJs won't even spin my sh1t they just repeat the trend
So I held a daycare center hostage, sweet revenge
Play me on the radio and maybe I'll release the kids!
Fukk trying to shop a deal, I need to talk to Dr. Phil
Before I fill this clip with hallow tips and find a cop to kill
They locked me in pandoras box, all hope was lost until
Someone spilled the blood of 60 Christians and unlocked the seal
My thoughts are filled with twisted fantasies dark illusions
And visions of humans piled on a grill BBQ'n
I don't want to touch your heart with music
I want to physically touch your heart snatch it out your chest, rip it apart and chew it!
I'm on the edge Cuz and I'm smoking bed bugs
I'll cut off your fukking calves, now all you have is leg nubs
I'm a hematomaniac, that means when I see red blood
It gets my dikk two times harder than special ED was
This is ain't a rap, this is a mother fukking cry for help
I can't control the epic three headed monster inside myself
When you muthafukkas find my dead body hanging behind the shelf
Do me a favor put my cokk away, and untie the belt

I don't care what you say, it's a stay high proposition
And all of these hatas better hope and pray they aint my opposition
And no matter what they say I will not stop the dissin'
And I'll piss all over them all for a top position
Negative as fukk I wont opt for optimism
I'll opt for the optic prism and shock the system
I know you think your Coptic but it's hip it's not an ism
And I see big words from these dummies but not a lotta rhythm
I would give 'em some credit where credit's due
But they're so pathetic if it's copacetic they wont just let it through
Now I wont go prophetic but I'm a coast an let it do what it do
And come back again and again to the chagrin of every one of you
Coz I'm in front of you and I can see for miles
And what are you gonna do but eat a pile?
I'll be the vile, you're gonna leave defiled by my grievous style
And it not my fault coz I'm sweet as bile that's been left in the street awhile

Words, words, all these words,
I couldn't take it at once, so I took it in thirds,
I just take it in chunks than wing it like a bird,
disbelievers in the dust, the thought was absurd,

a website for kids who like rap, wouldn't be so bad,
an alternative class, for those on different paths,
where they learn lyricism, instead of numbers in math,
a fair place for them to gather with others and laugh,

when the bullies are taking shots at their head,
they attack with every letter in the alphabet,
I introduce something new to the troubled youth,
just read a few raps, they can be taken as proof,

View on RapPad

I'm strapped to the teeth with bars, I'll bring 'em smart
You're bringin' grief with farce before I even start
So if I cease to scoff and reach for your bleeding heart
When your chest parts, I'll make a piece of art
I'll lead the charge against *****s like you and this circus show
You showed up, got your badge but it's too bad you never worked befo
And when you full blown full on drones make bones ya circuits show
But I don't feel bad if I killed phags coz I did it on purpose yo
It was purposeful, merc these fools that aint worth the soil it would take to bury 'em
In any scenario, I stay sicker than a venerial, sicker than a sanitarium
I'm peelin' they faces and I'm wearin' 'em like a sick manic skitsofrantic or seraphim
Caught in purgatory tellin' murder stories until sickos panic comparin' 'em
In veritum, verbatim, and then prophesied
There's no way in he11 that I will compromise
I keep it hidden from the blind and too lost to find and I will not philosophize
Coz I'm optimized to stop the rise, and kill off the lies, and it was easy but I'm not surprised, I'm holdin' off the tides

Yo Tmax,

As the train was speeding, his brain was bleeding,
Trying to come up with something better, he couldn't.
So the vain was reading all of these attempts at being HAM.
No Sam-I-Am, I would not like green eggs with mediocrity.
'Max shook'. Yeah, scared to death and scared to look.
You shot from tanks, but all were blanks.
No hits were landed, that sh1t is blanded.
Are you going blind or back in time? No? Let me ask you then...

Does my style look remotely like _S's sh1t, Kronos?
Mr. mist's missle missed and got a twisted clit, Kronos?
Did that verse get to you, Kronos?
Still obsessed about blue, Kronos?
Were you jumped by n1ggas that Crip, Kronos?
Family pumped by n1ggas with grips, Kronos?
And really, Kronos? Recycling that clothes/close rhyme again, Kronos?
Forum/form, Kronos? Are you HDrapwritter's retarded friend: Kronos?

Scheme as consistent as the use of M's with my name.
Is it capital or a lowercase? Doesn't matter.
We're still solving Tay's murder. Capital or a lower case?
Doesn't matter, like Template's point list: pointless.
Simple schematics? Who're you kidding? That's your best verse.
Vest bursted cuz chest hurted from heart burn's anxiety when you start rappin.
New to Satan? I live in piety, you're just a retard actin.
Didn't bother to read the diss in its entirety, just started nappin.

Once I finished nappin, I hoped the C's would halt and cease.
T's disease with C's drowned him in salty seas.
"I want Temp and his 'D', I want tips to make a decent multi!"
Told him to chill, I gave him some E, but he just said "F 'G'."
Worried about his health, I sent him six letters.
He skipped five, and found M, complained to M about his frustration with 'AABB'.
Sent him another six, skipped five again, found _S.
Was inspired by _S, then said "Fuk _S, let me get a bite of T."

You're a donkey looking in the mirror seeing a 'stallion'.
Realizing you're just an @ss, a pansy pushing daisies.
You should save that 'needle', after all you are a tailor.
Oh keyboard warrior, you have left me trembling.
Shaking and quivering in laughter after seeing you try to end Kenny.
But you never could finish, chance forever diminished.
Could've killed me while I was upping and coming, now it's just down you're going.
Went from nothin to somethin, now you're a Clown just 'trolling' under the 'bridge',
Getting crossed by a 'GOAT', with Temp's cok in ya throat.

Yo Template,

I've never met a guy this homophobic, yet rides d1cks.
And hides pics of his shameful, disgusting face, yet
Discussing my blindness. What you can find is
Your highness does not belong to the people.
You're just a pupil that never dilated forever annihilated.
You inspire through movement of fluids when you're stroking his sideway shaft right?
My teacher's a nuisance new since the 'April' he joined, class fights
And all he does is 'fools' around till Maximus buzzes and grabs on his @ss tight.

A theft? How? My style looks nothing like _S's,
You deaf now? 'Auditory carnage' slaughtered your ears?
Blew your left out? Popped your right in and stopped your writin?
No profit from harvesting bars, your pocket is two letters: M,T.
Tempt me! I dare you! If he's tempted, he's Temp-dead
When I raise the tempo. Someone should've told him "Temp... NO!"
When Temp's ON, his flow is clotted like tampons. Brand name? Tampax.
T-Max's 'C'-section birthed Template. 'C' the connection to T-Max's erection?
When T maxed his erection?

I can tell you love 'internal' rhymes, in fact your fifth verse had 'cream' in it.
You love 'Pi'. Your schematics includes mathematics, so here, I'll give you "99 problems":
A decent lyricist "but a b1tch" plus what equals 'Tay', the actin fagg0t.?
It "ain't one", here I'll 'gives it to you': Template, the captain fagg0t.

You're mistaken. The W stands for double you dyin and lyin inside of a coffin
Coughin, denyin that as I stand and cover you and your body, nodding
Away the day and waiting for you to mention, attracting attention of amateurs
Attacking suspensions of your inspirations, for this duration I'll watch you enjoy this
While waiting for Back to deploy his.
In fact if Mack or Back spit, he would practice to be FIRST to try reply back.
It's like that time that _S was wreckin and he would wait every SECOND
For Tay to comeback it THIRD lovin combatant's word....Play.

Now pause and rewind. Back to the time when flippin names was actually dope sh1t.
Now it's nope sh1t that's barely nippin flames.
Back to the time when I believed in a belief that the elite need a technique.
In order to have a prestige, lyrics had to intrigue and be captivating, unique.

Enough with the ranting, let's talk about 50 Shades of Gay.
Performed by Tempstian Gay and AnasTaysia Steele.
Temp wanted a wife, ho in order to bring order to his life, bro.
Problem was, that autistic surgeon couldn't even screw in a light bulb.
Forever alone, so he sticks to screwin the light bulb.
Then Max thwarted my scene, sucked you clean,
Severed his peen(pen1s) and passed it for you to wean on unseen.
Me on the scene, still trying to find out how you only counted sixteen.

Feel the nine, as you become the foe, the gloves are off.
I’ll rub salt into your bullet wounds just to the make the slugs dissolve.

Originally Posted by KennyNeverDies

I find it offensive, that you think you can battle with me,
Instead of getting on Noahs Ark and riding out to sea,
I don't believe in you, That means i'm a heathen, a fiend,
I'm the closest thing to Satan that you've ever seen.
Don't try calling me out with a couplet,
Your virgin mothers breast, i wanna suckle it,
I want the holy spirit involved, whipped cream and some chocolate,
You tryna rhyme? Well I needed a chuckle kid.
Rap groups notorious? What a ripoff of a legend resting in the hall of fame,
You're tryna be the same, a lot can be said with a name,
You're missing the BIG cos you'll never be big in the game.
Take my soul? B1tch you need to get your own,
How you gonna give yourself to an imaginary friend, just so you won't be alone?
Don't ever try to **** with me, this sh1t isnt a democracy,
You even rapping with that name is a ****ing mockery,
Christian morals? Thou Shalt not steal and kill,
Nor should thy feel as if they need to prove thy skill,
God works in mysterious ways, being vain is a sin,
So don't tell me you're the best or you'll have to answer to him.

I'm so confused on why you're offfended
But my battles arent battles they're wars,
I battled with Gods' and their legacies ended ,
I left their destiny's to rot on the floors,
So even if you were satan I'm not frightened,
Because the Holy Ghost IS involved,
HE's not just a way to keep me enlightned,
he's the explinations to why all my problems are solved,
It's a shame that you attacked my religion
to try spit bares to fit in,
Tryna cook up trouble in hell's kitchen,
using mereley a pad and a pen,
you got a polished flow i'll give you that,
but not polished enough to to flow against me,
you realy think rap game has got your back,
well here come's Monica Lewenski,

Originally Posted by JesusFreak23

I'm so confused on why you're offfended
But my battles arent battles they're wars,
I battled with Gods' and their legacies ended ,
I left their destiny's to rot on the floors,
So even if you were satan I'm not frightened,
Because the Holy Ghost IS involved,
HE's not just a way to keep me enlightned,
he's the explinations to why all my problems are solved,
It's a shame that you attacked my religion
to try spit bares to fit in,
Tryna cook up trouble in hell's kitchen,
using mereley a pad and a pen,
you got a polished flow i'll give you that,
but not polished enough to to flow against me,
you realy think rap game has got your back,
well here come's Monica Lewenski,

You wanna rap against me, Monica?
Slice the false prophet, spewing his sh1t quicker,
You becoming a heathen on me, Monica?
Last time I checked you believe in the one,
The holy spirit and a historical figure that you believe is his son,
A holy trinity yet you battled with Gods?
Either you're Satan himself, or you been lying to us.

Competition still believe they competing with me,
Template thinks he's a god, TMax is his own galaxy,
BnB's a three star hostel, Monsters are just fanatasies,
Therefore Monsters verses, are as accurate as scripture,
JesusFreak, rewrite your lyrics, f*ck that, just stick ta,
Going to church, cute little altar boys, taking em home,
The Holy Spirit is involved, so at least you won't rape him alone,
I wonder if the biblical god, that made Adam and Eve,
Would cuddle up after, or just slam, f*ck and leave,
Flow against you? Sounds like someones getting proud,
According to thy holy father, that shits not allowed,
So don't come changing the script, when it doesn't meet your criteria,
God doesn't kill innocents, except for those caught in a wildfire in Siberia,
Tell me all the mistakes they made in their life,
Or how the rape victim shouldn't have dressed up so nice,
You can't discuss with me the atrocities, religions caused,
You're disgusting me, with your imaginary company,
Cos raping little children doesn't seem like fun to me,
You want your child to run in fear, I want my little boy to run to me,
Understand right from wrong for his own good, thats what i long to see,
The day when scripture isn't needed for simple morality,
I shouldn't need a book to teach me to be good and not cause a fatality,
I will never bend to one knee, to a God who's the cause of every calamity.

Originally Posted by KennyNeverDies

You wanna rap against me, Monica?
Slice the false prophet, spewing his sh1t quicker,
You becoming a heathen on me, Monica?
Last time I checked you believe in the one,
The holy spirit and a historical figure that you believe is his son,
A holy trinity yet you battled with Gods?
Either you're Satan himself, or you been lying to us.

Competition still believe they competing with me,
Template thinks he's a god, TMax is his own galaxy,
BnB's a three star hostel, Monsters are just fanatasies,
Therefore Monsters verses, are as accurate as scripture,
JesusFreak, rewrite your lyrics, f*ck that, just stick ta,
Going to church, cute little altar boys, taking em home,
The Holy Spirit is involved, so at least you won't rape him alone,
I wonder if the biblical god, that made Adam and Eve,
Would cuddle up after, or just slam, f*ck and leave,
Flow against you? Sounds like someones getting proud,
According to thy holy father, that shits not allowed,
So don't come changing the script, when it doesn't meet your criteria,
God doesn't kill innocents, except for those caught in a wildfire in Siberia,
Tell me all the mistakes they made in their life,
Or how the rape victim shouldn't have dressed up so nice,
You can't discuss with me the atrocities, religions caused,
You're disgusting me, with your imaginary company,
Cos raping little children doesn't seem like fun to me,
You want your child to run in fear, I want my little boy to run to me,
Understand right from wrong for his own good, thats what i long to see,
The day when scripture isn't needed for simple morality,
I shouldn't need a book to teach me to be good and not cause a fatality,
I will never bend to one knee, to a God who's the cause of every calamity.

I'm a 3 star hostel?
More like 16 bars hostile
My sh1t's colossal
And you're sh1t's just awful
So b1tch get off it, coz you aint no rapper
My catalog's nothin' to scoff at and I aint no slacker
I've sh1t better bars than you got in the crapper
Flushed 'em and wiped my @$$ on yours after
You're a poor actor and I can see through you
This isn't something that I'm new too
I'll fukk you over personally on youtube
And then what the he11 will you do nube?
I don't like you and I don't feel pity
I can out write you and I'm still gritty
I had to fight you so now everybody feel sh1tty
Coz Oh My God, I Killed Kenny!!!

Kenny never dies are u ready to testify to heaven Ina sky at death as u die.
Never. U ain't worth my time of this reply.

Black, it's a sin to rap
With your half-as$ no having im-pact
Can't even form a proper syntax
Were your synapses intact, when you said "I don't care"?
Then why post 5 raps in a row? Frontin' cold butthurt polar bear
Wished at least one of them verses would be fire...no hope there
Now go write a garbage rebuttal that starts with "its a sin to rap"...unoriginal witcho laissez faire

Now back to Monster, this nerdy nemesis
My words turn to genesis
Point your flaws out like picture perfect pessimists
Decent rebuttals, but delivery lost it's menace
Soft n Delicate
How you a Monster if your past is dis-credited?
Oh dont be upset, you mean a 'lyrical' monster I get it.
Then why your verbs lack a predicate?
Actin' like your in my class, when you couldn't pass the prerequisite


99 huh? That's cute and fine bruh
Cuz even if you flew a 'jay', you'd never be able to be 'Z
Or be his b;tch either like B-yee
On tape, that 'Yoncé, sound better than you tryna copy 'André
3000' different attempt's at name flippen, none qualified as the main entrée
I'll let you try flippen 'one last time', better make it 'Grande'
If it ain't 'inferno', I'll send it back to hell like 'Dante'

Now that's how you reference hip-hop culture
Eat monster like a top vulture
Da Vinci with the sculpture, its how I created your good half
Your hood half, fightin' back, but that's when your writings wack
Your white side like, "Template is sure right in that, I might have to bite his tracks!"

No prick, our levels have distance
Persistence mixed with efficient assistance, can hinder a bitter resistance
Like how I lifted Kenny's writtens to a greater position
I'm vigorous, gifted with my vicious condition
Burning your twisted existence
Learn to be consistent
Calls me homophobic, but then spits some gay-jokes.
..Ok bro? Make up your mind, you anti or pro?
Tree hugging gangster, if an ant died, you'd know.

I do love internal rhymes
Eternally mine, through the turn of time
So till the court is adjourned, your highness can sit on a burning 'vine'
'7 second clips' is enough to shoot your squirming 'nine'
Don't hold it to my 'temple' if you can't step into my learning 'shrine'.

It's apparent your parents laughed
When you mentioned pursuing rap, with your pair of new extended paragraphs
Pairing up your shorter stanzas, like "that'll scare his pants off"
Hands off,
It's just an expression, don't f3ckin ask for my man sauce

Raise tempo? Go get a raise after suckin off your damn boss.

Originally Posted by BackInBlack

I'm a 3 star hostel?
More like 16 bars hostile
My sh1t's colossal
And you're sh1t's just awful
So b1tch get off it, coz you aint no rapper
My catalog's nothin' to scoff at and I aint no slacker
I've sh1t better bars than you got in the crapper
Flushed 'em and wiped my @$$ on yours after
You're a poor actor and I can see through you
This isn't something that I'm new too
I'll fukk you over personally on youtube
And then what the he11 will you do nube?
I don't like you and I don't feel pity
I can out write you and I'm still gritty
I had to fight you so now everybody feel sh1tty
Coz Oh My God, I Killed Kenny!!!

Blacks a pu5sy, gone soft pale and yellow, Red what you wrote,
Blue any rebuttles cos I couldn't find a bar hard enough to quote,
My pen flows blood when I write, Drowning competition while I float,
Yeah my lines are hella tight, Working my way up to the GOAT,
You an average joe, with bars that rhyme but don't flow,
Oversimplifications of concepts ruining my diagnosis,
Cos I feel it sounds good in your head, but on paper you aint a poet,
You hiding in the past glory, mate seize this moment like you own it,
Your bars lack meaning or substance, aggression or passion,
I'll be stealing your substance, possession of your cash-and,
You'd still give a weak 16, mainly homophobic bashing,
Its tragic, how an artist who earnt peoples respect is clashing,
With a relatively new name, and still getting destroyed,
A natural athelete vs a little b1tch with a supply of roids,
You got the recognition advantage, them whiney fanboys,
Entire galaxies can collide, and you can't hear a noise,
Due to the same type of vacuum twats like you use as toys,
Don't bother tryna reply, you've converted to 3-ply,
Three times the usual volume of sh1t, but at the same time,
No-one cares when your there, only realise when you're absent,
You aint worth my time to figure out, or to try understanding.

To anyone who still doubts the skill Kenny possesses,
I've got control of your girl, who for a penny undresses,
Lets me have my way, while she slowly caresses,
me, cos I'm everything she's noticed she's lacking from her man,
I can have fun with my bars, not strict this sh1t ain't a sermon,
But at the same time i bring the poison to these vermon,
Tryna bite off their favourite artists success,
TMax, Template, BnB, _SBU, and all of the rest,
Dont worry it won't be long til you go into cardiac arrest,
It's spreading through your veins now, your lymphatics, through to your legs,
It'll get into your brain soon, you'll start feeling depressed,
Suicidal thoughts, running through your mind,
You've got so many questions, but the answers you'll never find,
Try to swim against me, but you know you'll be sweeped up by the tide,
Monster, my bed goes to the floor, my wardrobes locked on the outside,
I've got you where I want you, no possible locations for you to run recover and hide.

Originally Posted by KennyNeverDies

Blacks a pu5sy, gone soft pale and yellow, Red what you wrote,
Blue any rebuttles cos I couldn't find a bar hard enough to quote,
My pen flows blood when I write, Drowning competition while I float,
Yeah my lines are hella tight, Working my way up to the GOAT,
You an average joe, with bars that rhyme but don't flow,
Oversimplifications of concepts ruining my diagnosis,
Cos I feel it sounds good in your head, but on paper you aint a poet,
You hiding in the past glory, mate seize this moment like you own it,
Your bars lack meaning or substance, aggression or passion,
I'll be stealing your substance, possession of your cash-and,
You'd still give a weak 16, mainly homophobic bashing,
Its tragic, how an artist who earnt peoples respect is clashing,
With a relatively new name, and still getting destroyed,
A natural athelete vs a little b1tch with a supply of roids,
You got the recognition advantage, them whiney fanboys,
Entire galaxies can collide, and you can't hear a noise,
Due to the same type of vacuum twats like you use as toys,
Don't bother tryna reply, you've converted to 3-ply,
Three times the usual volume of sh1t, but at the same time,
No-one cares when your there, only realise when you're absent,
You aint worth my time to figure out, or to try understanding.

Kenny (Red) what I wrote but didn't digest it
I haven't bled for a quote, I'm teachin' life lessons
If your pen really did flow blood when you wrote, that'd be nice dressin'
To have your fans on that okie doke, or these tykes stressin'
And I see you workin' your way up the goat, dawg that's bestiality
My flow kills yours, and I know ya still sore but there aint no collegiality
So what the fukk will it take for you to see reality?
You jotted down a few giggle worthy lines but most of your rhymes are just banalities
So fukk your diagnosis, start tryin' gnosis or you're dyin' hopeless
And if you think my bars lack meanin' or substance you should really TRY TO FOCUS
I'm finished with you, there's nothing you can do with your tired approaches
Whatever squad that taught you rap basics needs to fire their coaches
I set fire to roaches, but it seems they just keep comin' back
But Kenny's not even a roach, he's just too dumb for that
He was never even close but he's still whinin' that he wants his thunder back
I hate to put you on blast Kenny, I was hopin' it wouldn't come to that...

Originally Posted by Template

Black, it's a sin to rap
With your half-as$ no having im-pact
Can't even form a proper syntax
Were your synapses intact, when you said "I don't care"?
Then why post 5 raps in a row? Frontin' cold butthurt polar bear
Wished at least one of them verses would be fire...no hope there
Now go write a garbage rebuttal that starts with "its a sin to rap"...unoriginal witcho laissez faire

Now back to Monster, this nerdy nemesis
My words turn to genesis
Point your flaws out like picture perfect pessimists
Decent rebuttals, but delivery lost it's menace
Soft n Delicate
How you a Monster if your past is dis-credited?
Oh dont be upset, you mean a 'lyrical' monster I get it.
Then why your verbs lack a predicate?
Actin' like your in my class, when you couldn't pass the prerequisite


99 huh? That's cute and fine bruh
Cuz even if you flew a 'jay', you'd never be able to be 'Z
Or be his b;tch either like B-yee
On tape, that 'Yoncé, sound better than you tryna copy 'André
3000' different attempt's at name flippen, none qualified as the main entrée
I'll let you try flippen 'one last time', better make it 'Grande'
If it ain't 'inferno', I'll send it back to hell like 'Dante'

Now that's how you reference hip-hop culture
Eat monster like a top vulture
Da Vinci with the sculpture, its how I created your good half
Your hood half, fightin' back, but that's when your writings wack
Your white side like, "Template is sure right in that, I might have to bite his tracks!"

No prick, our levels have distance
Persistence mixed with efficient assistance, can hinder a bitter resistance
Like how I lifted Kenny's writtens to a greater position
I'm vigorous, gifted with my vicious condition
Burning your twisted existence
Learn to be consistent
Calls me homophobic, but then spits some gay-jokes.
..Ok bro? Make up your mind, you anti or pro?
Tree hugging gangster, if an ant died, you'd know.

I do love internal rhymes
Eternally mine, through the turn of time
So till the court is adjourned, your highness can sit on a burning 'vine'
'7 second clips' is enough to shoot your squirming 'nine'
Don't hold it to my 'temple' if you can't step into my learning 'shrine'.

It's apparent your parents laughed
When you mentioned pursuing rap, with your pair of new extended paragraphs
Pairing up your shorter stanzas, like "that'll scare his pants off"
Hands off,
It's just an expression, don't f3ckin ask for my man sauce

Raise tempo? Go get a raise after suckin off your damn boss.

I never said it's a sin to rap, where did you get into that?
How can you talk about syntax when your sh1t lacks that in your rap?
He said Frontin' cold butthurt polar bear... (lol)
Well I am cold but I'll heat this sh1t up like a solar flair
And then you talk sh1t about Monster but you caint even handle that nerdy nemesis
Sorry son, ya caint get by just on a wordy premises
So don't talk about Genesis coz you need a fukkin' Exodus
Exit is stage right before you get stage fright right in front of the rest of us
And by all estimates and all evidence you're frontin excellence
Turnin' something pure into fukkin' pestilence
But I forget vultures do eat road kill, it's the same old deal
You're a wannabe that verbally and probably audibly really has no skill
Spittin' blanks that wont kill, I'll eat you like the croc from Lake Placid
You stupid wack fake bastid
You caint hack it, but you can make racket
And that's why you hate Black it's jealousy and I'll be dam if it aint tragic