Poetry competition CLOSED 23rd August 2016 2:19am
WINNER
chump
chump
... the time has come. Return of the Rap Battle
So you already had dry eyes
Probably cotton mouth too
I don't doubt you one bit
You say you moses, probably true
You should have just asked
I would have provided liquid abounding
But not, you full of shit
Full of doubt
Struck my mountain
Just so you could feel my flow
Lil bro, feel my fountain
I am cold inside and out
I'm a fuckin frosty geyser
You had a chance to save you and your people
And you would have had you been wiser
I'm nothin nice bruh
But you wont find nothin nicer
One day you'll see the truth
Burning trees,
Don't make eyes wider
So me, I'll be a miser
And you, hateful despiser
Go ahead and part the red sea
You still drowning in my rhymes hun
Probably cotton mouth too
I don't doubt you one bit
You say you moses, probably true
You should have just asked
I would have provided liquid abounding
But not, you full of shit
Full of doubt
Struck my mountain
Just so you could feel my flow
Lil bro, feel my fountain
I am cold inside and out
I'm a fuckin frosty geyser
You had a chance to save you and your people
And you would have had you been wiser
I'm nothin nice bruh
But you wont find nothin nicer
One day you'll see the truth
Burning trees,
Don't make eyes wider
So me, I'll be a miser
And you, hateful despiser
Go ahead and part the red sea
You still drowning in my rhymes hun
fuckin stars and planets
your just marys and janets
im the king of depravity
you aint floatin around
youre getting fucked im gravity
i am inertia
my words gonna hurt ya
deep in your planet core
cause your flow is a fuckin bore
not enough fingers to keep my score
what the fuck you got testicles for
you think you in orbit
you nothin but whore bit
your just marys and janets
im the king of depravity
you aint floatin around
youre getting fucked im gravity
i am inertia
my words gonna hurt ya
deep in your planet core
cause your flow is a fuckin bore
not enough fingers to keep my score
what the fuck you got testicles for
you think you in orbit
you nothin but whore bit
I'd shoot ya for loose change but your literally worthless. I'm that shallow sleep from which nightmare surface. Think I'm hurt by your verses? Your like radio edit
devoid of curses
What I've got, it's not for sale.
Whether you're perennially fresh or permanently stale. I'm the holy grail of lyrical betrayal. The final nail in the crucifix
Dripping venom like lucifers toothpick
devoid of curses
What I've got, it's not for sale.
Whether you're perennially fresh or permanently stale. I'm the holy grail of lyrical betrayal. The final nail in the crucifix
Dripping venom like lucifers toothpick
you shootin blanks
layin with skanks
your tiny dick sore
from all the yanks
i sprinkle my change
all over the range
you aint no wallet raper
mines still full of paper
youre a tin cup of shit
your nail heads been hit
you want some change
better turn a new trick
busted your teeth out
on lucifers dick
layin with skanks
your tiny dick sore
from all the yanks
i sprinkle my change
all over the range
you aint no wallet raper
mines still full of paper
youre a tin cup of shit
your nail heads been hit
you want some change
better turn a new trick
busted your teeth out
on lucifers dick
I know about physics
Know about inertia
Know what make that bullet
Leave the chamber to come hurt ya
Don't tread in this word soup
Where the big fish haven't been fed
We'll munch you up while you still livin
And leave you lyrically dead
Know about inertia
Know what make that bullet
Leave the chamber to come hurt ya
Don't tread in this word soup
Where the big fish haven't been fed
We'll munch you up while you still livin
And leave you lyrically dead
Anonymous
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when i say that life is the perception of time
i aint alkin bout you yours aint worth a dime
you got a connection with rejection
at my mercy cravin injection
why you mumblin about crime
couldnt give a hard on an erection
all about you is sub sublime
crawlin in that pussy direction
you throwin at me but my rhyme is deflection
i aint alkin bout you yours aint worth a dime
you got a connection with rejection
at my mercy cravin injection
why you mumblin about crime
couldnt give a hard on an erection
all about you is sub sublime
crawlin in that pussy direction
you throwin at me but my rhyme is deflection
Anonymous
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You talkin to my lady wrong
Hammy man
Don't fuck around and get shanked
By this spork in my hand
P-p-p-porky pig think he's gettin laid
He's got a plan?
Gonna get laid out like paper plates
Greasy with spam
Take lessons you aint no man
You the joke of this whole damn
Poetry competition
Skill and vocab are what you missin
You think you hittin on this sacred ma'am
Better think again
I don't know who touched you little wee wee
As a kid
But we can all see today that you'd be happy if someone did
And you ain't even worth it
Time waster
Line eraser
Devil grin replacer
Go get a hot sauce enema
With a turkey baster
You the weakest verbal inkist
The worst character in the plot
Go back and give youself some lovin
Right into your sock
Hammy man
Don't fuck around and get shanked
By this spork in my hand
P-p-p-porky pig think he's gettin laid
He's got a plan?
Gonna get laid out like paper plates
Greasy with spam
Take lessons you aint no man
You the joke of this whole damn
Poetry competition
Skill and vocab are what you missin
You think you hittin on this sacred ma'am
Better think again
I don't know who touched you little wee wee
As a kid
But we can all see today that you'd be happy if someone did
And you ain't even worth it
Time waster
Line eraser
Devil grin replacer
Go get a hot sauce enema
With a turkey baster
You the weakest verbal inkist
The worst character in the plot
Go back and give youself some lovin
Right into your sock
ill treat all your bitches wrong
while theyre suckin my dong
through my thick skin your feeble shank cant poke
this aint no competition your lame whining is the joke
when you fuck your bitches they know somethin isnt right
when they fuckin me my shit so big theyre sloppy feels tight
how did you know i keep my cock in my sock
while theyre suckin my dong
through my thick skin your feeble shank cant poke
this aint no competition your lame whining is the joke
when you fuck your bitches they know somethin isnt right
when they fuckin me my shit so big theyre sloppy feels tight
how did you know i keep my cock in my sock
We like to kill it with speech
this one half a discussion
some kids'll screw up they beats
we like that fucked up percussion
you thought your chump ass had beef
well there probably was some
you got a reason to bring em
we got a reason to bust em
just play it packet by packet
and keep it casual through customs
Protect my kingdom, thats a must
Bean bandit ain't just a name
this a balance of trust
this ain't life
just a way to play with lucifers stuff
And I know you see me now
A King with a rusty crown
You a chimp you a clown
A jester fumbling around
See you set yourself up chump
I'm just here to put you down
Tried to give the benefit of the doubt
But your intelligence was never found
And I can't wait until it is
If I held my breath I'd die blue
i see you stuck inside yourself
and it must suck to be you
we keeps it L-5-17
steady bustin at fools
But I know that you won't get this
I'm just wasting characters on you
this one half a discussion
some kids'll screw up they beats
we like that fucked up percussion
you thought your chump ass had beef
well there probably was some
you got a reason to bring em
we got a reason to bust em
just play it packet by packet
and keep it casual through customs
Protect my kingdom, thats a must
Bean bandit ain't just a name
this a balance of trust
this ain't life
just a way to play with lucifers stuff
And I know you see me now
A King with a rusty crown
You a chimp you a clown
A jester fumbling around
See you set yourself up chump
I'm just here to put you down
Tried to give the benefit of the doubt
But your intelligence was never found
And I can't wait until it is
If I held my breath I'd die blue
i see you stuck inside yourself
and it must suck to be you
we keeps it L-5-17
steady bustin at fools
But I know that you won't get this
I'm just wasting characters on you
know thy enemy
im still waitin to see
anything from his sheeple
cept orgies under his steeple
your bitch a backward hog
your god a backward dog
white clouds
as shrouds
gods strokin satans log
punk followers in a fog
he knows where to find me
even he cant out rhyme me
all he gots is lightning
my two fists is more frieghtning
im just liable
to wipe my ass with the bible
im still waitin to see
anything from his sheeple
cept orgies under his steeple
your bitch a backward hog
your god a backward dog
white clouds
as shrouds
gods strokin satans log
punk followers in a fog
he knows where to find me
even he cant out rhyme me
all he gots is lightning
my two fists is more frieghtning
im just liable
to wipe my ass with the bible
You talking dead shit
To a survivalist
With a brain so full
Only god herself could rival wits
You steady trying to diss
But the stench of your hiss
Lets me know that your snake ass teeth
So yellow, they were probably dyed with piss
No need to cry lil miss
Cause you got struck down
and dragged into my abyss
Your flow is so stale
In the back of which cupboard did you
Find this shit
And I saw you trying to hide your diss
Pulling the race card
Even the beaner bandit has more pride than this
You ran off cryin, then tried to erase your lines
So I put you on the platter
EVERYONE here took a bite
Now you just playin this game out of spite
You flipping and flopping trying to stay alive
Minnow out of water
Save your breath before you dry
All shriveled up miserable
Sit alone and cry
Spitting a lie of living all lavish
But your profile pic shows you live less than average
You claim you're on my side
But breed hate and spew greed
But your act is adapted
Your avarice is cheap
Bow to your highness
With your peasantry, on your knees
Learn to speak with respect
Before addressing me
To a survivalist
With a brain so full
Only god herself could rival wits
You steady trying to diss
But the stench of your hiss
Lets me know that your snake ass teeth
So yellow, they were probably dyed with piss
No need to cry lil miss
Cause you got struck down
and dragged into my abyss
Your flow is so stale
In the back of which cupboard did you
Find this shit
And I saw you trying to hide your diss
Pulling the race card
Even the beaner bandit has more pride than this
You ran off cryin, then tried to erase your lines
So I put you on the platter
EVERYONE here took a bite
Now you just playin this game out of spite
You flipping and flopping trying to stay alive
Minnow out of water
Save your breath before you dry
All shriveled up miserable
Sit alone and cry
Spitting a lie of living all lavish
But your profile pic shows you live less than average
You claim you're on my side
But breed hate and spew greed
But your act is adapted
Your avarice is cheap
Bow to your highness
With your peasantry, on your knees
Learn to speak with respect
Before addressing me
that shit you blowin
bad as the dick bitches you hoein
you gotta keep lookin back
to plan your next attack
the world your mind sees is whack
took that shit out cause it aint what this is about
you so lost in this place
its you talkin race
all you get from my pic is my cute face
you on your knees is nothin to respect
a real man stands erect
two thousand years no god to detect
millions of dumbfucks with a brain defect
now there is enough of us
to keep you from snuffin us
if we dont pretend to believe your sect
im only on your side
about the riches free ride
when the shit hits the street ill skin your hide
you got a race card for your poet handle
leave out the er ill still pimp slap you with my sandal
all but the white
like to flaunt it for spite
i took out my boo hoo
bout feelin bad for you
we'l still see the winner when this shit is through
bad as the dick bitches you hoein
you gotta keep lookin back
to plan your next attack
the world your mind sees is whack
took that shit out cause it aint what this is about
you so lost in this place
its you talkin race
all you get from my pic is my cute face
you on your knees is nothin to respect
a real man stands erect
two thousand years no god to detect
millions of dumbfucks with a brain defect
now there is enough of us
to keep you from snuffin us
if we dont pretend to believe your sect
im only on your side
about the riches free ride
when the shit hits the street ill skin your hide
you got a race card for your poet handle
leave out the er ill still pimp slap you with my sandal
all but the white
like to flaunt it for spite
i took out my boo hoo
bout feelin bad for you
we'l still see the winner when this shit is through
