Rap Battle

So I see that my lines have made no change
I'm back for round two as the King ov the Strange
I don't know shit about Zinger, but I know she's in the sticks
Pay attention now as I predict a conflict from my bag ov tricks

Y'all should know that as a Satyr my number is six
I spend my winters underground at the River Styx
Located in Hell, where the heat is just right
Where real magick exists not that shit sleight
Ov hand, where everything is fake
We've got the darkest mages that'll make you afraid
Born from the battlegrounds where brothers were betrayed

Hold on tight now cuz I'll go off like a grenade
Everything you read you should know is homemade
Why should I stoop to your level and force a downgrade?
This cascade is decayed by the blade ov the played
I have a slight notion that you're bored ov this tirade

So let's take it back to Zinger who started this shit
She thinks she's got the grit to force a speed spit
Call it gang rape and make her wanna quit
Cuz I'm coming at her like a distorted shape
Something highly volatile and dripping from the Lake
Ov Lost Souls, where she'll end up in my world
The realm ov the disturbed
Your insanity's confirmed
The darkness preferred

The darkness lies in the depths ov my despair
The Dead Kennedys remind me ov the Mon-Khmer
The whole situation there was a kinda laissez-faire
What the fuck am I trying to declare?

That we calm the fuck down and make a little prayer
For Zinger, who brought upon this slaughter

Lol that was pretty sick Satyr

merci boucomp~! :3

Lol look at ya'll tryna go hard

I walk through the liquid of the Seven Rivers
And deliver rhyme schemes that cut like verbal scissors
Or arrows
The sacred science of the pharaohs
Millennium prophesies of tarots
Murder cattle
Discovered near the crop circles of the land
While we fight wars for political whores like Mary Magdalan
The Hologram plans his incision
Apparition of Tibetan black magicians
My compositions will turn men into slaves
Holographic aspects of particles and waves
Propel the spacecraft in the Pleiades
Dwell in the abyssal plains like the Horse of Hades
The Wheel of Infinity, the Chamber of the Trinity
Levitators of the fifth level magician of divinity
Like a pentadrone, I sent your dome into the forest
Of Ibilis
Like the wilderness of Tan
The decaton
The higher arc modron
Encompass my soul in a beam like proton
I am Voltron
With helmeted head and lotus flower, incantations
Wind walking teleportations
I dwell in a body that can't be slain
The verbal flame
The atomic spark of pain
So I drain, the energy from your shocker system
Watch me glisten
Like the sun
The Chosen One
The cyborg relation
My shit is crazy like Free Masons
Meeting camp crystallite with Jason
Complex wind
City of screaming metal in the Vatican
I shatter him
Who walks on the plains of Hell
Who battle the mystic meditation
Face decapitation and material contamination
By the spiritual deviation
Translation of ancient civilization
Nonaton, overseer of law and order
The verbal slaughter
Hologram walks on water
Immune to illusion and scientifical blows
Armed with black magic, spears, and crossbows
Feeble attempts to apprehend the Hologram
Overstand, I kill man like Wodan
So no man step into the darkness of the set
Study with Chinese masters like Jesus in Tibet
Staff of Moses, urn of ashes
Morphing my soul into solids, liquids, and gases

(TOTH beat me to it, sorry for breaking the rules)
word up to Zinger,
the puppet stringer,
the ruckus bringer,
an exultant singer.

but like Slug say, redundantly,
I tangle the strings of the puppetry.
and when I strike, my heat is right,
I ignite so perfectly.

while Satyr and his satyresses are busy pipe-playing
my Winter's spent with Viruzes, busy pipe-laying.
but man,
I wouldn't jump on your grenade.
I'm invading this place, a real renegade
and your notion was right, your tirade needs an upgrade.

Jimmy L. is from the cartoon world
givin me hell with disturbed words that you've hurled.
the shape you're in? probably curled
up in ball, gimme some cortisol.
luckily your number's six
cuz I have a Seven Stanza Itch

Hahaha let's cut the crap
You bitches don't even know how to rap
I'm all about this rap game
I'm a nigga from high school that's insane
And my lyrics are hard to maintain
Theirs no one to blame hahaha
Maybe hopsin  
Ill burnout all you lames
Kill all you bitches and watch your body burn in flames
Don't be  scared
I see you biting your hair
I know you nervous
To loose against a 16 year old
So just quit  and enjoy this big as dick
Because you know you guys ain't compare to me
I'll fuck all you bitches up like the nigga Bruce lee
Hahaha that's all I gotta say just stay out my way
Cause you bitches know I'm the only one that knows
About this game

So you think Hopsin's to blame for these petty rhymes?
Do you even know about Ruthless Records' crimes?
Chances are ya don't, since you pussy-foot around it
I'ma cut you down now, fucking lickety-split

Sixteen years old and braggin' bout high school
Back when I was there I was the King Fool
No one could top me, I was the cruel ghoul
People kept asking me when I'd fuckin' stop
...I'm at the top, no stop, just Zuul

I sincerely doubt that you fucked up Bruce Lee
If we put your shit to a beat you'd have less talent than Yngwie
Your grammar is atrocious
Thought flow too ferocious
Chill the fuck out dude
Calm your fuckin' doses

I've got nothin' against Lincoln or even the god Thoth
Their rhymes are twisted with the myths ov the sought
Jimmy had a comeback but was nothin' compared to Thoth
He was going old school where the slaughters were wrought

They can hate all they want on this entity known as Satyr
I just know for a fact that they're both nadirs
Like my man Sweeney Todd I'l cut em down with my razors
Grind em up tightly to make some meat
Known as the Demon Barber ov Fleet Street

I'ma take it down a notch and leave you to think
Get your head out your ass and watch what you sync
To the schemes from those who dream ov making it big
In this world that we live, a world you lip sync

Fucking sheeple

I'm the best ,ofcourse
Don't care where you headed,but I know you off course
You can not match my wordplay
You young rappers of tommorow day
Need ghost writters like me ,so your words can hold some weight
But now ,you only fade away
And the other competitors ,in their final resting place

Feather like ,the weight of your life
The next punchline ,going to knock out your lights
But this is me going light on you
Next competitor into the furnace ,and that's right on cue
Yeah you gonna get hot ,like you always dreamed to

Now burn fucker Burn!!!

Know that I'm just freestyling with the typing
Noticing you been preparing ,daily
For your next beating
For the ladys its the next raping
I even lead my groupies
To sucidal bombings

Now you know that I'm crazy
Your poetry shows you way to lazy  
Insults don't phase me
But me moving
Is earth shacking
With this plastic bag over your head,
My lines are breath taking

Suffer ,suffer ,surfacate  

And Satyr sucks dick
Now come at me you little bitch

Haha

Ghetto_child said:Hahaha let's cut the crap
You bitches don't even know how to rap
I'm all about this rap game
I'm a nigga from high school that's insane
And my lyrics are hard to maintain
Theirs no one to blame hahaha
Maybe hopsin  
Ill burnout all you lames
Kill all you bitches and watch your body burn in flames
Don't be  scared
I see you biting your hair
I know you nervous
To loose against a 16 year old
So just quit  and enjoy this big as dick
Because you know you guys ain't compare to me
I'll fuck all you bitches up like the nigga Bruce lee
Hahaha that's all I gotta say just stay out my way
Cause you bitches know I'm the only one that knows
About this game

Ey you dumb
"nigga from highschool"
Yeah I would like to fuck you up

TLIFD said:[quote-257889-Ghetto_child]Hahaha let's cut the crap
You bitches don't even know how to rap
I'm all about this rap game
I'm a nigga from high school that's insane
And my lyrics are hard to maintain
Theirs no one to blame hahaha
Maybe hopsin  
Ill burnout all you lames
Kill all you bitches and watch your body burn in flames
Don't be  scared
I see you biting your hair
I know you nervous
To loose against a 16 year old
So just quit  and enjoy this big as dick
Because you know you guys ain't compare to me
I'll fuck all you bitches up like the nigga Bruce lee
Hahaha that's all I gotta say just stay out my way
Cause you bitches know I'm the only one that knows
About this game

Ey you dumb
"nigga from highschool..."
Yeah I would like to fuck you up

I see I gained haters.it's ok
Because bitches like you motivate
Me to be part of this game.
All I see is you bitches complain
About who's the best. Run up to me ill
Put a bullet in your chest. Nevertheless ill
Cut of your heads send them to your family
And write a note that says.these "rappers" aint compared
To me
Im the next nigga that will run the rap industry

motivate
with all this hate
yall dont know shit
all because you think you can spit
you should know this is a battle
not behind a barn resting with cattle
it reminds me scary movie
that white boy thinking he groovy
but yall shit is weak
so learn to speak
yall curse and disrespect
well maybe yall should know asset
just saying
this is a zinger play
a country boy taken away
but remember this is a competition
no need for destruction
haters gonna hate
that is there to state
its in the bible
so fuck yall and the stupid title
you say its motivated
but bitch it aint that stated
you are dumb
and this rap is numb
so peace to you
and find another life to pursue
like i said your spit
is shit