my rap

Sixteen bars ready to get killed by any lyrical murderer
I give u a clean testimony as if I'm the first perjurer
The foundation of Wordplay, I'm the main girder, sir
Don't be like: 'Molotova who ?' I ain't never heard of her

'Cuz meanwhile y'all had the time to remember my name
Plus I freestyle like y'all ain't even in this game
Yo Saybers, U're insane, U can't play with a dame
& what the fxck is that shxt about carpet bombin' our brains ?

And as for Tyler, only shxt you killin' is your own rhyme
I bet you're still in denial, but you'll learn in time
Ayo I leave you bxtches speechless, like a mime
Leave you sleepless, 'cuz I got more mind then Einstein

Belgium's finest Queen, sweeter then chocolate
Try 'nd beat me, I got more stream then a socket
The lines that y'all invent are already in my pocket
Bottom line: better recognize I am the lyrical prophet !

Not bad kid
But isnt it past your bedtime
Im like Everest
Im a mountain you cant climb.
Your atomic bomb is like breakfast to me
Mortar turnin that freeway into debree
Get your name wiped out of history
Cus im the only one that sets speed records
You can build em, i can break em
I can pass 100 within seconds
Your a new rapper
but ill give you a try
Try not to cry
If you catch my eye
all youll be seein is the sky
A permanent faceplant
Your rap sounded more like a rant
Cus i got the skills u have to test
Its undeniable, your efforts are futile
Your raps make me laugh and sometimes even smile
Your like a gangsta harry hill
You fit the bill, but it wont do no good
When your stood still
As i drop the apocalyptic beat
Swipe you off your feet
Now arnt i the best rapper
Your ever gonna meet

@Moltova

Just stick to your day job
and run back to the gutter
Spread out my ryhmes like butter
My talent is makin u stutter
Cus im a mad ryhmin nutter
With a kamikaze rocket
headin your way
You might aswell just go pray
When this thing blows
Youll be swept away
Like a tactical nuke
But i dont use tactical gameplay
Its a shame you write down everything you say
Need another pen ready?
Cus u cant hold a mic steady
I know its short
But this games over already

Hahaa, U think U the best ? Don't make me laugh
Better not test this Bxtch, I cut your flow in a half
It ain't past my Bedtime 'cuz I'm all grown now
Your rhymes ain't worth a centime, now take a bow

I represent, the best climber that you've ever seen
No mountain too high, I ain't your ordinary fiend
Now how could you wipe my name out of history
When I'm the one that always brought us victory ?

You're contradictory, now what's up with ur story ?
U say you're the best, but where is your glory ?
& Don't call me Harry, I'm more of a Lauryn
Hill will have you on your knees, implorin'

And how could my rap sound like a rant
When there is no tone to enchant ?
Give me a mic & a beat and we'll conversate
Let's see if you'll still think you're that great ...

Originally Posted by Saybers Lyricals

@Moltova

Just stick to your day job
and run back to the gutter
Spread out my ryhmes like butter
My talent is makin u stutter
Cus im a mad ryhmin nutter
With a kamikaze rocket
headin your way
You might aswell just go pray
When this thing blows
Youll be swept away
Like a tactical nuke
But i dont use tactical gameplay
Its a shame you write down everything you say
Need another pen ready?
Cus u cant hold a mic steady
I know its short
But this games over already

@ MOLOTOVA
Atleast spell my name right

You callin me kid? it's the other way around
I f**ked your mom ten years ago you whacked a** clown
When she told me she was pregnant I didn't make a sound
I was gonna be a father, my time has run out

But brining you in was the worst thing I did
Now I have to drop bombs on you like an aphid
I'm spitting my game man its on fire
You can stop me bro I'm king of the shire

Saybers sit down you can't compete
Without me the game just ain't complete
You may think your hot sh** but boy I'm hotter
My raps are mystical like harry potta

You can't stop me man I'm on a roll
You can lay down go back to bein a troll
You Can stand against me, I'm the man
You better rehearse next time this is a terrible plan



I'm sneaking up fast my game was kinda slow
But when I break yo f**kin neck it'll be quite the show
You shootin little bullets outta yo toy machine gun
The bombs I'm droppin on you are as hot as the sun

You rhymes are just about terrible
Almost like your face, pretty unbearable
But lets skip that and go to your ****
Compared to a little kids, that ain't sh*t

Let me spill it out for you my plan real smooth
If you don't wanna get hurt you best move
I'll have to bloody your lip and shut your mouth
I can see tha top o yo head going south

I give you prostate exams with my hands on yo shoulders
But all you do is moan and ask for more and grab my **** like a holster
My balls barely fit in your mouth they the size o boulders
After this beat your a** is gonna be sore


This beat is king, its almost biblical
This rap is your apostolical
You better learn from it because its the best game
This is dope, compared to your rap shame

Man before you try to throw a beat get my juice off yo face
You come up here looking like a disgrace
We don't wana none o yo stuff
Because boi we know you aint rough

You call what you got a rappers fright
I call what you got a homos delight
I know you like the d**k that aint nothing new
Your my dinner tonight, cookin my stew

My rap so good its just eatin you
You bow before the king on his throne
So boy shut the f**k up and watch yo tone
You beat me? Hah boy, there are only a few.


You wanted more than 16 bars so here it is
I can see your mouth foaming, its startin to fizz
I can't tell if thats rabies, or just my jizz
Or is it your boyfriends? I don't know, it could be his

Be either way man you just a fag
Yo face so ugly it's permanetly in a bag
I can see the brown roll off yo tongue
You have to die now, your time has come

My beat is sick and twisted like me
Who else has this game? You'll never see
I got the twists and bends thats all I need
I haveta to take a break, my fire needs feed.

Okay I'm back ready to burn
But boy here I'm done take your turn
But remember sit back and rehearse
We don't want you endin up in that hearse


Molotova I'll get back to you, I'm not that good yet haha. SOrry it took so long you didn't reply so I started to drum. And holy Sh*t Im bad lmao.

And Viva is just reading from the side lines

Molotova - go smack them You're good!

Tyler - Dont put yourself down, you're pretty good yourself too!

Ayo Tyler, I think it's aayt though ! Hahaa

Thanks guys!! It means a lot to me . Maybe one day I can almost compete with Jeff lol.

Originally Posted by Tyler6270

You callin me kid? it's the other way around
I f**ked your mom ten years ago you whacked a** clown
When she told me she was pregnant I didn't make a sound
I was gonna be a father, my time has run out

But brining you in was the worst thing I did
Now I have to drop bombs on you like an aphid
I'm spitting my game man its on fire
You can stop me bro I'm king of the shire

Saybers sit down you can't compete
Without me the game just ain't complete
You may think your hot sh** but boy I'm hotter
My raps are mystical like harry potta

You can't stop me man I'm on a roll
You can lay down go back to bein a troll
You Can stand against me, I'm the man
You better rehearse next time this is a terrible plan



I'm sneaking up fast my game was kinda slow
But when I break yo f**kin neck it'll be quite the show
You shootin little bullets outta yo toy machine gun
The bombs I'm droppin on you are as hot as the sun

You rhymes are just about terrible
Almost like your face, pretty unbearable
But lets skip that and go to your ****
Compared to a little kids, that ain't sh*t

Let me spill it out for you my plan real smooth
If you don't wanna get hurt you best move
I'll have to bloody your lip and shut your mouth
I can see tha top o yo head going south

I give you prostate exams with my hands on yo shoulders
But all you do is moan and ask for more and grab my **** like a holster
My balls barely fit in your mouth they the size o boulders
After this beat your a** is gonna be sore


This beat is king, its almost biblical
This rap is your apostolical
You better learn from it because its the best game
This is dope, compared to your rap shame

Man before you try to throw a beat get my juice off yo face
You come up here looking like a disgrace
We don't wana none o yo stuff
Because boi we know you aint rough

You call what you got a rappers fright
I call what you got a homos delight
I know you like the d**k that aint nothing new
Your my dinner tonight, cookin my stew

My rap so good its just eatin you
You bow before the king on his throne
So boy shut the f**k up and watch yo tone
You beat me? Hah boy, there are only a few.


You wanted more than 16 bars so here it is
I can see your mouth foaming, its startin to fizz
I can't tell if thats rabies, or just my jizz
Or is it your boyfriends? I don't know, it could be his

Be either way man you just a fag
Yo face so ugly it's permanetly in a bag
I can see the brown roll off yo tongue
You have to die now, your time has come

My beat is sick and twisted like me
Who else has this game? You'll never see
I got the twists and bends thats all I need
I haveta to take a break, my fire needs feed.

Okay I'm back ready to burn
But boy here I'm done take your turn
But remember sit back and rehearse
We don't want you endin up in that hearse


Molotova I'll get back to you, I'm not that good yet haha. SOrry it took so long you didn't reply so I started to drum. And holy Sh*t Im bad lmao.

Meh im gonna try a different style

This game has just started
Now that you pissed off this renegade
You got a genetic style
But mines freshly made
**** u up so bad
You'll need more than clinic aid
Cus when im through with you
It'll be a debirth
You ****ed my mum
Good for you
Turns out i ****ed yours too
But you was an accident
Im sorry to break it to ya
But the condom split
Its why were neva together
Im the clown? Last time i checked i was the only one making sense
Get that papder and write another 16 bars,
im making this up on the spot, unlike yours
They call me the lyrical proffesor
Sound familiar
I was your daddy until ur momma had her 4th abortion
I guess you were lucky
To finally get through
Its a shame
Cus now i have to put bombs to u
Bringing out heavy artillery?
i find it quite silly
Cus i dont have to make a sound
Your entire firepower goes down within a single round

Omg ur both too good.

Man there ain't no point for a hospital bed
After this verse yo gonna be dead
you wont survive im the best there is
rhyme so hard that it hurts your kids
not the ones born but the ones in your hand
runn away ***** im the boogeyman

Im the rhythm I can be stopped
My beats so good it puts you in permanent shock
Im the wizard the master my rhymes are dope
The only thing your good at is a homosexuals elope

I'm not the one making any sense?
Man your rhymes are whack, they way to dense
I cant be your fatha if your mine too
So here I'll explain what we gonna do

I don't know what your talking about you f***ed my mum?
Boy the only thing you have had sex with is a palm
You say I was an accident? You have no proof
The only thing you rap about is a bad spoof

My rhymes so sick its like an 010 stanga
The only reason your here is a defective coat hanga
Yeah I may not right more than sixteen bars
But hey man, at least my rap is more real than yours

I don't know what you got going on in your mind
They don't call you the professor any time
The only thing you called is the worlds gayest cross dressa
You cant stand to me my rhymes are elegant, and much more finessa

You aint ever had no kids who you foolin?
The only kids you had was on a tissue papa
So stop acting tough boi you just stallin
I can see you crying now, is yo make-up smearin?
There's an arrow to your a** saying "BIG DI*k CLEARIN!


You think you droppin bombs on me man? Please
The bombs im droppin on you are greater than atomic
You can come afta my game but you aint gonna stop it
You call squirt guns heavy artillery?

Ill show you some weaposn of mass destruction
Because when I'm done yo minds gonna need construction
You cant stop me now because here I cum
All over you and your slutty mum

You say you can take me out with a single sound?
But when you spit ima takin you to town
You say you can take me out with just one round?
Haha boy who you kiddin, my game is only inbound

It hasn't even reached you yet I'm here to stay
Your game is completely dead for Now I gotta slay
Ill stop my beat and go back to yours
So you can go back to kissin my d**k outside ya door


Your ball.

How do you mean I should be stickin' to my day job ?
Do u seriously see me as a bxtch sittin' by the hob ?
Who even said that I have the ambition to be famous ?
U think you're dissin' me, but in fact you're aimless

Call me your Greatness while y'all are shameless
Talkin' about mama's like y'all are blameless
Rap ain't supposed to be about dissin' family
But heyyy, All of your mama's are hoes, and frankly,

I couldn't care less, so continue dissin' mama's
Maybe one day, y'all end up bxtchin' at Martha's
And the only artillery up in here is my 357
Y'all are my pillories, I kill like 9/11

Got my own distillery, turnin' y'all into brandy
You can't change my ways, this is modus operandi
Just remember this face anytime you write a line
'Cuz I got y'all laced and I can't be refined

My turn

Your rhymes will never make you rich, they don't make cents.
I got infinite minutes to weave words into many pence.
I'm a telephonic sonic, lyrical vomit.
Invisible to cynical emcees, pinnacle logic.

Got my guy Tyler spitting fire through the wire,
Whoever said you're catching me was just another liar.
Saber spits like Everest, lonely and deserted.
The atomic bomb you had for breakfast, was when I squirted.

I'm only here for Austy, rusty emcees trying to boss me.
Watch me. I rap the crunch into your frosties.
Easily, I rap at higher frequencies.
Rap a thunderclap attack and blow your speakers decently.

My words are so complex, they make you pale.
My lyrics make earth quakes. Read them off the Richter scale.
I boast atrocious and ferocious potions, to part the oceans.
I'm supercalafragilisticexpialadocious.

Eat that.

Idk who that was aimed towards. But.... Why do you have to be so good D:?

My brotha jeff is not percieved as a liar
Yes my game is ill today I'm spitting some fire
My fire so big though it won't fit in a wire
So please help me out, before my mouth gets more drier

I think I found something, it looks like a tunnel
Im hoping it can withstand my game and act as a funnel
But im gonna start spittin my words and I hope you hear it
Maybe it will help your rhymes, because they're all shi*



So here I go Im droppin plates and im smashin em hard
Bend down pick it up grab me a shard
I thrust it quick and hard so fast you can't see
The last thing you'll ever lay eyes on is me.

I'm the monster that hides under your bed
Ready to come out at night and chop off yo head
Blood drippin on the floor, spurting real high
my games going everywhere, wipe it out of yo eye

I know why you are so white
The closest doesn't get any sunshine tonight
We all know what you like but nah we won't judge
I don't mind homosexuals I won't hold a grudge

You think your game is ill but that it is not
My beats are astronomical small in numbers they aint
You keep runnin your mouth you liable to get shot
under the music of my beats your cry for help is so faint

I'm depicting these words like acid on skin
My game is so good today its like the 11th deadly sin
You stand fearful, quivering, looking so sad
Because Clearfully through the mystic fog you know yo game is bad.

You need a tunnel as a funnel to amplify your words.
I'm a screaming riot you're the quietest thing I never heard.
I'll never lay eyes on you, you're right cos you're so small.
An invisible lyricist with a minimal total.

Don't come in here talking bout bending and thrusting.
Cussing and rushing while swinging your boner for Justin.
Talking real creepy, hiding under my bed?
Talking 'bout squirting? Gay thoughts in your head.

My cry for help is mega faint, because it doesn't exist mister.
I'm a turning twister, burning blister, churning sperm into your sister.
You cant resist the the electric, shock is anaphlyactic.
You need practice as your tactics are anticlimactic. Spastic.

My game is bad indeed, like Michael Jackson. Back at school.
I'm a smooth criminal, kill 'em all spilling cynical lyricals.
I am the terrible parable killing all that is killable.
A spinning demon screaming out like an animal.

3 dope rappers?
I guess the circus has come to town
See my middle finger?
Sit on it and spin around
Cus thats all the action you ever be gettin
Now dont make me waste my time
These lyrics arnt to be wasted on a dike
Im not laughing at your lyrics
Im laughing at you with a mic
This is my nuclear strike
This war is on
Mortars firing drpping bombs
All over your town
By the time im through youll be screaming turn it down
But this volume switch is stuck on max
So get used to these mad tracks
Sorry if i blow your mind
I have that effect from time to time
Oh who am i kidding im the lyrical god
These raps are burning hot
Take a shot
Ill put you back in your cot
And dude your bombs arnt hot to me
To me they're like Alaska minus 30 degree
My mouth come with a global warning
May rip you to shreds
Words firing out and your in the crosshair
Molotova may be good and Jeff may put me to the test
But they're both runnin out of ideas
This is made up on the spot
Dont beleive me, why not?
No need for jealousy, your in a lower league than me
My bombs are blazing
Yours are bout as hard as a coco pop
Then again
Gimme 10
Ill have a thousand more lines
Cus im rapper of the century#
You were living the dream
Until you caught sight of me


i know kinda sucks. im abit young for this lol

Off topic But Jeff, what rappers do you listen to? And Saybers how old are you? And here we go:

My words being amplified bro that's just absurd
Now get the **** out ya ear so my beat can be heard
I hope you can keep up because I'm spitting kinda fast
After this rhyme you won't be able to last

You say i'm talking gay but you talking about justin
Don't hide your love for him bro, we all know your balls are bustin
When my squirt actually goes in your eye thoughts become reality
I'm spittin the truth with these lyrics boi, they actuality


You can cum wherever you want even in my sister
Because the thought I'm about to spill to you is pretty sinister
I never had a sister just grew up with a brother
So whatever you ****ed had a ****, kinda like yo mother.

I'm a lyrical monster I'm eatin you alive
You touchin little boys is the feelin you strive
I'm untouchable, unkillable, I'm f**kin invincible
When they asked what raped you, this beat is referencable

I hate Jeff, he's too good = (. Go get famous and leave us alone already lol.


Saybers:

IN town the circus has just arrived
Your the first person out the tent Thats no surprise
Your beat is illogical, while mine is philosophical
The action I Get is your auntee on my truncal
The only action you get is sex with your uncle

You can't laugh at my lyrics because they the best
It's like I'm droppin hbombs on yo chest
You say you started war but what drugs are you on?
I'm lyrically insane, I can keep rappin for an eon
I'm stoppin your mortars about mid-way through
My game beats em back, drops em on you

You say you on max but I'm chillaxin and relaxed
Because we all know you amplify through 3by2 stacks
I'm a wizard conjurin up my magic rhymes
Here I go buddy boy its my time to shine

Im like a wood chipper constantly ready to shred
Tearin up yo body starting straight from the head
I'm cuttin you up like you shrimp fried rice
Go get some shampoo and cure that pubic lice
This is what my second time raping you? Nah, its thrice

I'm like global warming melting the world
You can't stop me now I'm heartless, there is none colda
I'm sick I'm mean and I'm here to stay
Your best bet now is to just up and run away
I'm coming real smooth and smooth as can be
Step back, listen up, and go back to fu**in yo sheep

My beat is anabolic becoming more diverse
You can't stand to me because your the worst
I'm so good some call me the rap heretic
I'm a new style of rap, here I come I'm hearldic

Your a just a toddler, as young as can be
Don't even claim to be in a leauge
Ill finish this beat up, save your self-esteem
Because to begin to step to jeff you have to get through me

I'm slithering like a snake just waitin to strike
Killin wannabes like you, who all rap alike
Now go tell this story to your mom, that self-proclaimed dike
My beats the only beat outta these thats warlike
So holy, so grand it's almost christlike

But here I go as I spit my last few lines
Let you dig yourself out of these hard times
Even though I'm the best, my rhymes are adroit
This rhymes are the best, the only exploit

but I'm done here ya go the mic is yours
Be careful where you step don't land on a claymore
I'm like a battlefield boy nothing to toy
I'm out here ya go, get ready to deploy.

Both terrible, I can't think today at all lmao. gonna get some coffee and wake up more, maybe I'll be able to think then haha.

Tyler you come a long way, I can tell you're using the advice I gave you.
Saber maybe you should take a leaf outta Tyler's book, you have a lot of room for improvement.
Come on Tyler, I'm not that good, you just need to step your game up, and make your rhymes relevant.
I listen to early Eminem, The Fuschnickens, Lords of the underground. Very early hip hop.

Gimme a decent 16 and I'll spit back at you.