Battle Rap: Freestyle Only

Man talk is cheap..
Ya spit even cheaper..
This like gambling with death
When u deal with the reaper..
Peak the style try’a reach deeper..
Back then I was off the page like a beeper..
N now I still off ya page call it a sleeper..
Get slain in my lane..jeepers creeper
If ya bytch a dime u should keep her..
If she spent all ya dimes then it’s time..
If popin’ lines a crime
Then U should be in hand cuff..
U..Tom a clown on some bluff..
U can get smoke out the snuff..
When I smoke out the puff..
U get sprinkle on..angel dust..
Enough I’m back to put pressure in the pot..
Flame the forum too hot iron on the board..
Put the stuff in the iron and let it torch..
Straighten out ya shirt n torso..
Get pop out like lights out..
This gonna be a light work..
Circuit shortage ya short wire
When u get shot out..(ouch!)
I done told u I can knock ya block out..
Power outage and blocks out..
I done told u I can knock ya whole blocks out!!(umm!)
I move unit so fluidly..electricity..
True to this..no hesitation..I’m adamant..
move legit at the path of less resistance..
Man u get slay in an instant
It’s not my intend to pop u five in N Sync
But u get hit in five places in sync
if u try’a to testify I give u five more
Before the ship sink!!
I make ya hands touch the sky in a blink..
It ain’t what u think..advertisement line..
just click on the link
I get this murder spree the blood etch out the ink..
I got the plug with IT..
U get the plug with IV
I be high as the peak
Sun rise couldn’t even touch me..
N u can’t even rise B..
Too live or to die..
But U just live to die B..
I’m early in my bags..
So fly n let my mind free..
U still on my last flight..
jet lag when u spit a free!!..huh sucker mc!

I waited more than month for something crazy,
Was thinkin to myself that you just got lazy.
But after you popped up in my inbox email,
read ur shyt and it was as illogical as a female
U the opposite of aubrey drake graham,
You went from 100-0 real quick, total mayhem
Called urself the “reaper”, jeepers creeper?
Silence Little lamb,before i cut you deeper,
The lecter’s just started,
Call me freddy krueger, i’ll scare you retarded
get double crossed over, AI, the Departed
Call me God , Shammgod, now on ur knees, bow
Worship supreme leader, chairman mao
Do it hindu style, kamadhenu cow,
U saw how i demolished poor olaty,
Or so i refer to as “ poor old lady,”
My lyrics left Olaty ,self destructive like Haiti,
He might as well call himself “katy,”
After i’m through with the final finish,
U’ll go from “Alliance”, to “ spinach”
U’ll promote PETA , turn into a gay vegan,
Ur boyfriend will c ock smash ur skull, Negan
U’ll have ear issues , need hearing AIDS
U’ll wear rainbow colored braids,
It took u a lifetime to fire off blank rounds,
In a war, u wudve been devoured by hounds
Ur carcass was dessert-ed long ago,
You ran out of ammo for ur crappy flow,
So u tried to make a push , like vimy ridge
My lyrical nukes Blitzkrieg you, london bridge
Don’t try to be a hero, she mad (hiroshima) cause u a cuck
Ur girl knows i’m her daddy, cause u can’t f uck
Ud rather suck,
U cudnt use ur brain to make a quick buck,
Is ur tongue stuck? Ur outta luck,
Serve u up wit szechuan sauce, peking duck
Now bow down to ur captain commander,
My lyrics will burn u up, young salamander
Ur talkin about bein so full of heat,
But U havent even achieved a feat, just defeat,
Flames? I’ll chop you up, season u wit curry like hakka,
Yamamoto style, flames surround u like Ryūjin Jakka,
My Lyrics so divine, they raise the dead,
Lyrics so sharp, they’ll cut off ur head,
Zanka no tachi style,
I’ll cut down Alliance, flesh stacked in a pile,
Grill his flesh with crumpets, Country Style
Serve ur flesh , farmer’s biscuits,
with a drink like Starbucks, berry hibiscus,
I Make sure the server spells my name,
But Ur cup reads “ Alliance-Wild Game,”
Drug u like Bill Cosby, cuz u gettin raped,
Ur feet and hands gettin taped,
This Chocolate puddin makin u sick,
Another cosby victim who secretly craves ****
Ur remains fed to the dogs of michael vick,
hands bounce off ur face, like im playin bongo
I’ll eat u up like I’m a cannibal from the congo,
Alliance wants liberation,
i put him in liberia-nation, ur favorite vacation,
There’s no escape from the warlord’s wrath,
Mow u down like General Butt Naked, stay clear of my path,
I’ll devour ur physical heart in a sack of ice,
Josh Blahyi ,drink ur blood like ur a sacrifice
Stop battlin cause ur just fresh meat,
Id rather be kissing a hot girl’s feet ,
Battlin u is easier than solving quadratic equations,
U Always come up short, like the d ick size of most asians

I’m lookin like I can’t believe the flash of this trash
You Talkin like you smooth with yo moves like silk
But your more like pot holes in the road no joke
Your liberation of fiberation with constipation
The only food you’ll eat is your own annilation
See me beat the breaks off another one
Set you up oops there breaks another one
Sit back and see That yo Dad is number 1
break you off like kit kat take hom a beating son

I guess we’re playing King’s Court ball,
eliminated Alliance, now u gnna next to fall.
Where should i even start with my rebuttal?
I need a minute to decide, team huddle
Should i talk about the fact that ur lines didnt rhyme?
You aint a rapper, go audition to be a mime.
Clearly articulation is a bit of an issue,
My lyrics will hurt you bad, u’ll need a tissue ,
To wipe ur tears after i abuse you bad,
You complimenting my dad,
He banged all the females in ur crib,
Now ur sisters, aunties and mom have 10kids sucking a bib,
He gonna commit infanticides,
No need to even fantasize,
Reality sets in,
You gnna end up with murdered next of kin,
U might as well move south and be Mex-ican,
Da “Don’s” lyrics “Trump” you like a horse,
No chance young padawan, I am the Force,
U had a chance to read everything written,
And ur lyrics are still softer than a baby kitten
Clearly “G.D” didnt get his “G.E.D”
,ur stupidity spreads like an STD,
If ur named “G.D,” then i’m a G.O.D,
My rounds kill u faster than me playin C.O.D,
That’s Call of Duty,
G.D. Is still a 40 yr old virgin, u get no booty,
He’s at home watchin reruns of ratatouille,
He’s in diapers and playing with dolls,
G.D hasnt even fully developed his balls,
G.D’s initials stand for “ getting d ick,”
He fantasizes about michael vick,
His favorite show is BBC news,
He’s got an oversized big nose, like jews,
u fantasize about gettin raped by terry crews,
Go back to class, rap aint gnna pay ur bills,
Ur fckin wit a vet, i got war tags, 100 kills,
You still a virgin in every aspect of life,
Even if u got married id still fck ur wife,
U posted on this forum butt u gettin raped,
U shudve stayed in ur basement and vaped,
Cause u wont beat me unless u reach,
Another dimension of thought, u little leech,
Ur a leech cuz u “suck,”
I feel so bad that i wanna spare u a buck,
Go retire from writing the rhyme,
Ur life is better doing hard time,
ur lyrics are distasteful, like sucking lime,
I’ll spare u, but stop embarrassing your self,
Ud be better at being Santa’s Little Elf

Nice one.. Please send me your whatsapp line

I need your whatsapp line bro

final boss,
right..
what an obvious and obnoxiously written lie


im an omnipotent god of rhymes
freestyle the rivalries competition up into a slaughter rised
I exhale the daily limitation of carbon monoxide into your mind
highly toxic emissions exit from within of my thought cycle
im a sinister spawn psycho
with the belligerent odd lines so
indicative of a monsterous kind of an individual lost within time broken
with vicious defined devices offered to all the enemies im extending demonic ties
leaving you suspended to fall and die
ripped apart by the collonies of the venomous wasps in flight
the operators behind of this caustic cockpit inbehind of my glossed eyes
honestly get in way again and I'll end it all solving the situation rasing up all the stakes and I promise you wont escape me and this system of lost life of which you'll become a byproduct of when the clocks position has hit the moment i've thought as only right as you rotin decomposition alone as the jaws bite

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Insatiable hunger, the leo needs to be fed,
You about to be my meal, drained and bled
Black Halo? U cant fck with the master chief,
Avery Johnson, Maverick horse turned into beef/
You ain’t even rhyming with the waste of lines,
You might as well get hit up with multiple fines
We got n iggas like Alliance who come to fight
We got n iggas like “Olaty” who go night night
Then we got sketch n iggas like “Stleos,”
More like steal yo hoes,
I aint givin u **** about my address or number,
I’m about to run manz over with my hummer,
This ain’t URL/Smack,
Go take your scheming *** back,
To the ponzi world, stop soliciting online,
Askin for personal info on a battle forum is a red flag sign,
Black Halo thinks he’s a rapper with big words,
But all his lyrics end up being nig turds,
Advanced vocab wont win u a rap battle cuz,
Woody tryin too hard to create a large buzz,
All ur lines soft, u having a “lightyear” fam,
U a fat sacrificial lamb,
Do a jig, Dance around in the heated oven
I’m Superbad with my lines, u nerd, McLovin
Stop tryin to act so hard with the Mc Junior Lines,
U eat a mcflurry of my fists, abuse u like ur amanda bynes,
I feed u the big mac-10, it packs a whopper,
I’ll slam the rock over ur face like lebron the flopper,
Demonic ties my azz, ur “halo” whiter than snow
kidnap ur kid ,u Searching like John Cho,
Tie her up and sing a ballad or opera before i hurt her,
Like Sideshow bob , except i complete the murder
Dont be such a Krusty Clown,
Im Joe Quimby, I’mma run ur town,
My lyrics hard af, always Hittin a Homer
Ur lyrics, disorganized, dont even rhyme, ur mind is a roamer,
Ive been battle tested with the best Page by page,
Ur a lost puppy that got let out of its cage,
U spittin lines out of discombobulated rage,
U aint ready for the big stage,
I’ll choke this B- Rabbit like it’s 8 Mile,
I’ll curbstomp him with a large tile,
Ur blood will flow longer than the Nile,
U cant fck with my rap battle style,
Ur illustrious career has come to an ending
Pull down ur pants and get to bending
Take this lyrical butt f uck up your A-Hole ,
U wont recover from bein KO’D , J-Cole ( KOD Album)
It only took me 5 minutes to lyrically blaze
U tried to go hard, but u failed to amaze,
I have now ended the careers of 3 people on this page,
Alliance, Olaty, , and Black Halo
Now Go back to ur gaming and lay-low

competitors will often often assign themselves with the tasks outlined
inside of a critics job
and end up underestimating the level of skill i've got
until I give em all a sick vicious reminder their comparisons measure wrong
burrie them in a plot as a byproduct of this rivalry that we've got
where I fill the positiion of the lyrical allmighty omnipotent god
defining similarities in analogy then its kinda like tom and jerry
in this game because im the feline taking marsupial hostage
you've gotta read inbetween of the written lines to come to the final resulting
realization that I'm the author
an immunized individual to the slaughter in the course of events
ill never end up a corpse necrotic
even possessing a torturous core the very definition of overly rotten
turn this tournament into another blood sport like it's carrie at prom
often it's just a misfortunate childsplay got you ***** handing me compliments
more often then not and more specific in description the king of this horid haunting
when she always telling me i'm a doll
so before i get to leaving you absent from roll call
you should start a support system of reading em psalms from torn pages
of a biblical scroll
in other words a religion in deep thought
cause it's gas pedal into the damn floor until competitors ressemble the depiction of matrydom
demonic red room inside of my cortex with a distorted and torn up roll of film
where the images capture em
lyrical vortex of disaster brought forth to evoke a disorder of mass proportions then perform another
task of a morbid preliminary attack like kevorkian with a written for of
tormenting and splatter em

lyrical swordsman turning the floor into something indicitive of a kill room
brought
before you like a victim of dexter morgan where it's nothing but the precise
orders
inside of the background of this disorderly mind
behind the tangling fabric of swarmed curtiains
making ya more nervous of an impending tragedy to be born and evolve shortly
into a sadists bloody massacre of a misfortunate wrath where i storm in to cadaver you
abrakadabra venemous fountains of gravel and hornets as well as volcanic ore molten
prolonging your misery with this rendition of vicious within a fictional mortar or a grown up version of a supersoaker blaster
like a sick magician
pulling a 4 foot katana out of his worn hat instead of a rabbit
using his vocabulary
fuled by his medicine cabinets open door to advance forward in order to take a hazardous incentive
attatched to a set of vocal cords to take an extraordinary stab at you
finishing up the last chapter by absorbing you inside of his metaphrical abdomen
into a mortuary of hydrochloric acid where he leaves you a like akin to an orphans and abandons you
to evaporate like a glass of orange juice on the cement of the avenue after it's been knocked over and undergone
a metamorphasis into escaping gasses and overpowered into the tornado of
interstellar space and the great force of its vacuum

got your b i t c h handing me compliments**

U tryin to impress by bein complex,
U think ur words are of wisdom, tryin to perplex/
But u just a chatterbox, imma smash ,
Smash you with the bat, break the record, whip the lash,
I smoke u up, light u up, like im puffin the stash/
Break ur skull in half wit a guitar, sing the blues like johnny cash/
Oh u so hard with big words , nothin even made sense,
Tryin to sound like Canibus, but ur lyrics worth only 50 Cents,
U a Canibus wannabe , u about to meet Dizaster ( check the url battle son),
U messin wit a true lyrical sensei master,
Captain Phasma, lyrics blow u up like a laser blaster,
Or Captain America, i smash u with my S.H.I.E.L.D,
Call me Thor, i bolt u up wit the Hammer that i’ll wield,
That’s a Marvel and Star wars scheme,
I do this shiet in my sleep and when I dream,
U tryin to go deep and go complex,
U readin up shakespeare while having g ay sex,
Get straight to the point, we battlin,
All that waste of space wit ur lines and im still not rattlin,
But u gonna feel this punchline for sure,
Tyson style, got u hurt and u seein a blur,
I hit u wit the peek-a-boo,
I’ll beat up this yellow rat like he’s pikachu,
I’ll smoke u with all my punches til y turn into Ash,
U small like mysterio, i’m kevin nash,
Ur ashes float away and disintegrate, they turn Misty,
Comparin us is like kobe bryant dunkin on doug christie,
I hit u with F 5 lines, rock hard like onyx, like I’m Brock,
Dun-can (dunkin) like Dominique Wilkins the atlanta hawk,
Ur weak metapod won’t Harden, James like Team Rocket ( NBA and Team Rocket scheme)
U catch these hands like how i catch u wit a pokeball in my Pocket,
Hit u wit a nasty Pokemon scheme,
Like i said i do this shyt in my dream
I shake u up in the post game like hakeem
Sayin ur dexter morgan, so soft and light
You about to get this Lecter, hannibal in a fight,
I’ll spin ur mind and convince u that ur g ay,
Sayin that this shiet is child’s play?
I’m about to devour this man, like fish filet,
I break the ribs and clean out the organs,
Spice u up while i drink captain morgan,
U tryin to be einstein or hawking with ur style,
But ur lyrics are building up shyt like a dogpile,
My lyrics send shockwaves that’ll puff ur hair up like albert einstein’s hair,
My lyrics break spines and leave u in hawking’s chair,
U tryin to beat me? What a dare,
After this battle u’ll go from bein a certified bruin to a carebear,
Thought u had me with the complexity but u came up short,
My lyrics will disfigure u like Voldemort,
U got all that flash but i beat u wit fundamentals play,
Son u like Uncle Drew, these young bloods shall know the way,
u tensing up, i float around u like cassius clay,
I’ll embarrass u badly, u’ll go back to dancing ballet,
But after this battle i’ll let u be my valet,
I pity the Fool, I’ll let u join my A Team squad,
But id rather blow ur head off like a game of COD,
black Halo, we cudve formed a Covenant together,
But im gnna torture u wit metal and leather,
Hear u Grunting, it’s gnna be Brute-al, harsh,
I’m an Elite with this, i walk wit sanghelio swords through the marsh,
Watch me cloaked, i slice through ur spartan armor,
U be yellin like a Banshee Ghost, yellin “ Not Cortana, don’t harm her!”
I’ll Flood you with my lyrical plague, heck,
I’m actually more advanced than you, like Promethian Tech,
I officially just crucified u wit that nasty Halo Scheme,
Like i said i do this sh it in my dream,
U only elevatin the greatest to ever write with the pen,
U aint on my level yet kid, ur rap age still 10.
U can continue to babble on wit sciency lines,
Hell u can even write it in braille dot signs,
Or write it in Egyptian Hieroglyphic pics Mr Howard Carter,
But u’ll never understand that my lines hit harder,
All that math and complex shiet was light,
U bringing math books to a gun fight

Alliance is back to rip the flesh of ya bone..
Flesh of flesh and u gonna rot to death..
I’m bless cuz I was gift on my curse day..
Now I live to curse since my birthday..
How Sway??..they say I must be Ye cuz I’m krazy..
U ain’t gotta feel like MGK to get swazy..
My flow is despicable it comes in 3..
Tom da don..dummy ya ain’t never been in my league..
I’m back to bleed ya fake bytches..
In the street we all know the snitch get stitches..
this ain’t a kid movie Lilo and stitch..
U be all blue gasp out no need for stitches..
Talk shiet to the Game get face fucc Stitches..
man ya fake to ya funny bone..
Funny bytch ya clone to the game that u spit..
I spit facts as real as when them bytches cumm..
u been young from a cumm and u think u grown to be spitting some..
Dunny don’t play me or get called out like Diddy..
It’s a petty..Killshot will kill u on the spot..like Em did to kell’s feel me?
U feel chills like I did when u heard killshot..
I pop toaster and poptard when the toaster is hot..
now removed ya head from the top
and u get jams spilling out bloods from the shot!!
Who shot ya? U ain’t dead yet and still a nobody..
nobody care for ya dead body..even if u think ur’re somebody..
damn Tom u get body for try’a embody an mc..
U ain’t even on that level yet..
just a pedigree a cup in the game..bytch I’m a beast!!
Alliance still stand strong over ya dead body!!
This be double murder..cuz u just got MGK..
Say it ain’t so..but this is too easy..
ya rap sheet has no rap cheat..ya raps weak in this rap read..
I wrap ya rap in a rap sheet..
with nobody to find the body I drag across the lobby..
U aa pu$$y Tom..or Tom-pu$$y??
Only differences is u ain’t got the dollars sign
when I called u a pu$$y!! LoL ha..suxker!!

I waited months for this n igga to respond,
I felt like a fisherman waiting hours for the big catch at the pond,
You a joke, johnny english, I’m james bond
Pierce you with The Truth, i ain’t gonna sing Rondo, hater.
This lyrical r ape will bleed you more than Kobe on K. Faber,
Your lyrics Luke- warm, call me ur daddy, darth vader,
U keep referencing mgk, but ur death be at my hands,
No helicopter lookin for the murder, in these lands,
It was a good day, i take out ur spleens and organs and throw em off a highway,
Cover your carcass with Ice Cube in my fridge and leave it til Friday,
This is Ludacris to compare me with this clown,
U call urself Alliance but I’m wearing the crown,
Smeagol, you a half breed , bipolar anorexic creature,
U spent ur whole life chasin Gold but u always sittin on the bleacher,
U think u an advanced AI, but u got no ring,
What’s a mob to a King?
All that flash but no cash, you wastin gas, you get no a ss,
I throw wizardry shyt with my lyrics, you shall not pass,
Little Rude-oaf, i ride on you like Gand-alf the white,
Soon u’ll just be a Shadow, facts ( shadowfax), and that’s light.
All ur lyrics are boring and unoriginally made,
“Pu$$y, guns, thug life,” ur startin to fade,
My lyrics are deadly, shake u up like a DEA drug raid,
Ur hands up , don’t shoot! cry “ black lives matter,”
I’d mind fck u bad like Jacob’s ladder ,
Demons possessin ur sight,
No one to save u , no Dark knight,
Tryin to wordplay wit my name? That’s alright,
Ur name’s been slaughtered and abused,
Put down like old animals in the zoos,
I already divided and conquered an alliance,
What the hell is one man to me? Don’t harbor defiance,
Manz got multiple personality disorder,
He’s just one man but his mind’s out of order,
He hears voices in his head like randy orton,
He’ll end up dyin in a crash with his condition like Tim Horton,
U imaginin that brad exists, like edward norton,
This here is Fight Club, but im undefeated,
U wudnt last 2 rounds with me even if u cheated,
If i’m a tomcat pu$$y , then ur the leader,
u Josie the ***** cat , u worse than bieber,
All ur trash lines shud shred up in the feeder.
F ck an mgk, u’ll die the robin williams way
Death from auto asphyxiation cuz u g ay,

Months after months u been waiting,
Anticipating the onslaught..
seeing stars I brought forth the force..
It shook ya to the core..
No face off fake molla lost face value
u lost when u mention me..
Win win for me but u got nothing but L streak..
Ring a bell u can tell u get knock to hell..
If u feel like what u felt it’s enough to make ya brain melt..
Smell the smoke out the steel that blaze ya grill..
Think u spit lead but ur’re already brain dead to me..
U get burn in turn ur learn not to mess with me..
The forum can tell u get shells..swiss cheeze..
Pity tho..small fries, I ordered a big mac..
Big cap..to capsize all of ya lil pride..
Do or die ur life ain’t even worth the fight..
Die if u try u lies where u can’t see the sight
In hind sight..no flight u take blight..
Yea yea..light scheme..well u ain’t seem too bright!!
Aite watch me with ya shade on as I ignite..
To soon for u to test me..
this like oh jolly the green giant..
bigger u are harder u fall..
This is biblical story..David against Goliath and I watch u fall..
I only need 5 stones to put u under a tombstone..
Bone collector..a burial full of bones is ur home..
Ok homie..this spit is a free
when I spray all angle..degrees..called it pie..
n u ain’t getting any slice from me..
Ur too grumpy with ya pity self..
get hired from the neck down..
just to get a slit from the neck up..
Just shut the fucc up fake buck..
Ya talk is still cheap..
cuz when u spit it’s counterfeit money..
u ain’t much of a counter puncher..
cuz u get beat to the punch dunny..
Look dummy I ain’t saying much but just str8 facts..
U know when it gets dark u fade to black
Get a bat to ya back and u hear it crack!!
U get fact check u slack a lot yesh!!
running ur lil corner it’s checkmate..
bytch u ish a bytchazzness..
when it comes to being a bytchmate..
keep my name out ya mouth..
unless u want to know how this d1ck taste..
yea Tom ya light years behind me..
getting a buzz only time u think..
ya buzz light years a head of me..
bitter truth be told..sorrows is ur life story..
Victory is my life glory..
All blood and gore similar to ya horror written..
Ya rhymes reflect..Ur’re so dead to me!!!..bamm..bamm..fucc a cockroaches..suckaz!!

These young bloods need to learn the fundamentals,
Uncle Drew, this nba cross-over will not be gentle,
You said talk is cheap and you’re spot on,
You couldn’t even Carrie out half the Bloody things in your song,
Pay attention to the class, mate or you’ll experience demonic possession,
You’re f ckin with the real grim reaper, come before me with a confession,
In this ring i choke slam you through the table in the concession,
Leave u crippler cross faced, walkin with a Kane,
U messin wit a rabid wolverine, your Roman like Reign comin to an end,
No SHIELD you carry will help you defend,
Wrestlin scheme, but it ain’t kayfabe or scripted,
You wont hurdle over the lyrical Walls of Jericho, Y2J encrypted,
U wanna go to the faith of jesus christ,
But u don’t sound that nice,
This is only the Genesis of your Revelations,
I break Alliance up like how God broke up Sodom and Gomorrah nations,
I split Alliance in half like the red sea, call me moses,
You won’t be walkin thru Eden to smell the roses,
You gonna suffer from this inside Job,
Callin out to Elijah , mohammed , yellin out to Your God,
But no superman will help u out, i crush u like General Zod,
Ur lyrics ain’t bringing the Heat,
Alliance can form a Big 3 and still taste Defeat,
Ur can try to bring the Heat together ,
But u ain’t got the mind of a Maverick, ur mind light like a feather,
Alliance beating the Don? Don’t Kidd me now,
NBA finals scheme,
To beat one man, Alliance needs a team,
And still chokes up, chemistry issue,
It must be genetic or biological son, fix up with a Tissue,
Send out those Cell Juniors and u get sliced up and fade,
I ain’t even need armor to do it, Just a pair of Trunks and a blade,
What’s a lowly namek got on a God of destruction?
I’ll hakai your buu, like i’m performin liposuction,
U think ur a Whis, but ur a fake Hercule , u fearin,
In this arena They cheer me like I’m goku, for u they only jiren,
I break up alliance in pieces like a Jigsaw game,
John Kramer, the time runs out for u before u hear my name,
It’s game over for you, no credit remains,
U’ll just be a token in ur group, u ain’t got the brains,
In this last verse i’ll break u up like a brawl,
Snap ur legs in half, u’ll have to crawl,
An Alliance of evil can’t beat an entire nation,
Save ur ammo and ur ration,
Thinkin ur hard like the Rock, this ain’t the APA, dwayne,
I lead the Nation of domination, stay in ur lane
Disintegrating an alliance ain’t hard like Project X,
It don’t take an entire party to show up and flex,
Breakin up an alliance takes a rebellion , itms internal,
I ain’t rushing ( russian ) this revolution, colonel,
My marx is on the target, in clear sight,
U fightin a losin battle mr hitler, u gonna losin this fight.
So stop stalin the game and get me somethin to make me work ,
Ur lyrics are fadin away, i’m gnna leave u one legged like dirk

Originally Posted by Alliance

Months after months u been waiting,
Anticipating the onslaught..
seeing stars I brought forth the force..
It shook ya to the core..
No face off fake molla lost face value
u lost when u mention me..
Win win for me but u got nothing but L streak..
Ring a bell u can tell u get knock to hell..
If u feel like what u felt it’s enough to make ya brain melt..
Smell the smoke out the steel that blaze ya grill..
Think u spit lead but ur’re already brain dead to me..
U get burn in turn ur learn not to mess with me..
The forum can tell u get shells..swiss cheeze..
Pity tho..small fries, I ordered a big mac..
Big cap..to capsize all of ya lil pride..
Do or die ur life ain’t even worth the fight..
Die if u try u lies where u can’t see the sight
In hind sight..no flight u take blight..
Yea yea..light scheme..well u ain’t seem too bright!!
Aite watch me with ya shade on as I ignite..
To soon for u to test me..
this like oh jolly the green giant..
bigger u are harder u fall..
This is biblical story..David against Goliath and I watch u fall..
I only need 5 stones to put u under a tombstone..
Bone collector..a burial full of bones is ur home..
Ok homie..this spit is a free
when I spray all angle..degrees..called it pie..
n u ain’t getting any slice from me..
Ur too grumpy with ya pity self..
get hired from the neck down..
just to get a slit from the neck up..
Just shut the fucc up fake buck..
Ya talk is still cheap..
cuz when u spit it’s counterfeit money..
u ain’t much of a counter puncher..
cuz u get beat to the punch dunny..
Look dummy I ain’t saying much but just str8 facts..
U know when it gets dark u fade to black
Get a bat to ya back and u hear it crack!!
U get fact check u slack a lot yesh!!
running ur lil corner it’s checkmate..
bytch u ish a bytchazzness..
when it comes to being a bytchmate..
keep my name out ya mouth..
unless u want to know how this d1ck taste..
yea Tom ya light years behind me..
getting a buzz only time u think..
ya buzz light years a head of me..
bitter truth be told..sorrows is ur life story..
Victory is my life glory..
All blood and gore similar to ya horror written..
Ya rhymes reflect..Ur’re so dead to me!!!..bamm..bamm..fucc a cockroaches..suckaz!!

I get it someone get you , buh I do t f#cking get u , my phase on the reflex buh I got hard lyk deplex no hard feelings you the joke Bush
Someone please stop me I just suicide the mental man I'm ill bish u can s#ck ma d#ck all this clawns think u the major key well I just think u the major pig with empty brain no fear I just go slower I flick zone on my amplifier

This Bush wana crown king , f#k him I just currently take it back

This be addressed to young Akol Q,
Let it be known I take 0 prisoners alive, including u/
By the end of this verse u will be a dead man walking,
Lyrics mind f ck you so cerebrally, u’ll end up like stephan hawking,/
But you’re not smart, you lack hustle and flow,
Or proper grammar and structure, you just a dumb n egro/
Our ancestors fought for educational rights,
But you’re making a mockery out of it like an ape in circus tights/
This new generation was meant to inspire knowledge,
But people like you are the reason why we need to go to college/
You have no wit, you ain’t got grit, you a nitwit,
you should get popped by the deuce like a massive zit, i place a hit/
But no rewards for killing,
The reward is in the killin itself, it feels quite filling/
To eliminate morons like you from earth,
Sometimes i wish that we could determine idiocy from birth/
You’re the prime example of a lost n igga,
Comparin me to u is like Pac to tyga/
You got the mono tone, i got the dynamics,
I leave your tongue tied up wit my lyrics like ceramics/
My mind deep like the old philosopher, socrates,
U think i’m a joke but i don’t plato ( play though), mind free like im doin pilates/ (),
Young AQ got a low IQ, fails every Q and A session,
Today’s gnna be a harsh reality lesson,
That n iggas like u aren’t on my level ,
F ckin wit a don, boy u dealin wit the devil,
Christ better be resurrected to bless you,
I’m more than enough to lyrically test you/,

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Lets bring back this forum, this is mostly in reply to my old account Philypay that peeps replied to.
someone battle me, I'll start...

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Yo, LBR, its the name of my crew, we got bars tearin up all ya retards,
in the 20 million play rank killin it makin bank come at me if ya wanna get shanked

if your gunno come at my band, at least make sense
like come on man i dont roll with gay men,

yall r watchin your idol burst witta veteran title
ima stick you like a nurse checkin ya vitals,
ur jelly in denial im deadly going viral
your bars i bet are recycled its why you actin homicidle,
i'm out for respect and i'm set on survival
****ing with my team you must be suicidal,

Ima golden omen ur bogus im potent spitten corrosion
taken no **** from no one
your bars are all stolen,
i wanna thank you for the free promotion tho
but ill return the favor pedos
How you claimin you major when u livin in a trailer ohhh

you dont want a war
you aint gunno pull up with nobody at my door,
i cant even stomach what you mumble anymore
like i dont even know why you coming at me for,

So go ahead man grab the pen
when im done u aint ever gunno rap again
yall are dumb mother****ers now i had to vent
n ur mothers told me u was an accident

Me is a villin thats stealin that *****
leaving you killed if you willin to push me
we dont compete in no league of ya rookies
conisider you beat like a Vee i would tease

Your ****in with a mastermind
that has survived this forum
of every little wack *** rhyme,
yall aint ever gunno grab a nine
your threats are really assanine
and even if you killed me all raps aside
ima still come back from the after life
and axe your mind like a battered wife,

Ur wack n rude actin noob
Ima captain dude, all about the action too
Ur freestyles are lackin juice im rappin true
attackin you ur missing the talent goof
Ima slap you in the face till ur black n blue

Ima beast in the sheets n on beats its the same
I came to eat out your brain im unique ur a lame
claimin ima cop ur drainin with the talk
if i gotta hang you on the spot ima strangle till ya stop
(breathin)

You dudes are lies you needa zip ur lips
I see through your disguise all you speak is **** n myths
u seem to get it twisted thinking ur team is sweet n sick
Im just keepin it legit i think ur weak n needa quit

cuz i really am in first place
kill a verse on the first take,
the way my words burst man the earth shake
you would say 4 sure maybe hell was my birthplace
Ur the worse case of hate in the work space
i deserve praise for the wicked word play

im after these, fake *** rapper actor G'z
every beat that i make is a master piece
my flows touch kids like a catholic priest

i hustle ten times harder then the next man
On a mission tryna make my paper expand
they know i do it better then the best can
all the haten got u sounding like an upset fan

hatin on a g cuz your not one
see me coming through so fly like im top gun
no fake from me cuz im god son
see me in the caddy witchyo ***** riding shotgun

so im going to war, heavy artillery
from my position i dont see ya spitten **** to me
but illiterate idiocy

Yall talk too ****ing much for a fake *** with lame raps
Like tipped over framed glass, ***** you better break fast

Im high class you can feel the potency of my grasp
they dont like that a white cat got the nice raps
might catch fire hot enough to melt the ice capps

killin you feels like my prime time
my heart is like the grinch but my minds einstein
kinda like a life time movie ***** ima take ur lifeline

Iman elegant inteligent relentless horendous creature
breakin into ur residence witta heater
ima venemous menace that'll hack you witta cleaver

i swore Id stay lit like a porch light
your faker then adiddas with the four stripes
you can never beat us mother **** your life
i really do know your type

the kind that wanna be silly tho I guess not
kinda like biggie you gunno get shot
never **** with philly headshot (bam)
**** is finna get hot
**** a red dot ***** ima get u in a headlock
slice ya ****in neck till ya headchopped