hiphop battle.

only three days left fool
best stay away from me
homie place bets only too
owe me, i'll take away something
something worth nothing
ugly bitch's purse cutting
freestyle verse need to rehearse nothing
leave your fugly ass in the hearse dusting
when your bodys buried i hope they leave you out the earth jutting
sorry if my shotties a hurt piece, i'll still let it burst,
when im gunning see you running
but not for too long
i'll still kill you tho, flow go oh so slow like big mo' n bird in a screw song
cheap funeral tell your moms to cut that bitch a coupon
i'll show up throw a new suit on
whip out my dick and piss on your casket, no balls? prove you wrong
prove me right
even move we fight
fuck your bitch
thats an ugly sis with her coochie tight
blood red is your mums bed like ruby bright
this dude he aint right
end of days and this her is judgment night
ricky hold your husband tight
mad'll get pissy lookin like the jealous type
die see a hellish light you know i beat yall fellas right?
ricky said " MR Rura you dont gotta tell us twice"
you all ready know im a beast and rap battlin is a devils fight
yall ready know i done won, with puns none, just words to stun for fun
im like an e-net blight, ricky was once evette right?
you know in real life we done met right?
your mama owed me coke money and you done took one for the team with my nasty lacky Mads condom stretched tight

Goast you dont know how to rhyme.. you get no responce for that reason. All talk and no rhyme is lame budz.

Ricky Bartholhamu!
i disciplin you like your pops and i holler at you
grab your collar and im smackin you upside the head
pencil neck doubles back, surprise your dead
damn cuz, you really take them medals real
i just think its funny when you think your better still
even tho im seein mo' respect than your ever gonna feel
and i aint even that much around
only tryna let these people get a touch of my sound
ghost rider to ghost writer
nick cage should put the pen down
and your no brighter
i'll take on both ghost and mad, bitches pussy's lookin sad, lets see whos flows tighter
goddamn slow flowin morons
go on count the bars while im pourin more on i'll roast you
then i'll serve you fine style, cordon bleu
pardon you, straight excuse yourselves in the presence of a higher mindset,
shit still learnin lessons im young yet, might get higher
might break a bowl
might get mad with intellect to know how to take the soul
of a canadian
flappy headed homo minus sapien
terrence wheres phillip?
ricky and mad if none yall the man then which ones the lady then?
complainin when his lover rickys out late again
when they try to best me at a rhyme i just take my time
pull out the weed, let the shit grind
when your with me leave with no memories,
slow sensory, youd already better be aware
im in a league of my own
smokin tea sip patron
smell the weed hit calogne
italian eatin cannelloni
cannabis grow me
and only my family really know me
breaking weak bones, shaking egos,  
im tryna be winnin it when ive already won
I got a twisted tongue if truth do be told
Im lookin kinda young when I should be lookin old
my enemies I leave empty like they fasting scared and shaking in the cold
when I am just a dirty bastard bold
let them watch and covet as I bask in my rubies, hash and gold
learn to ask what im talkin bout you should know the basque is old
kill you and desecrate the body, make damn sure the cask turn mold
let the master plot unfold
let the cash earned grow
how Id rather the world not know
a guilty conscience just an inconvenience when the city wide murders start to grow
let the message emanate try to stop me when the hash burn slow
I am the light when you die, the flames of hell, see the flash turn glow
in a dark place what day and what time you'll never get to know
try to rob lyrics when my own language I start to rhyme in yo
sdaehkcuflaermi that mean its time to go
smokin green and time is slow
knowin me I might need mo'
they say “in hindsight dudes ev-il”
I got that good taste but yalls stew is cold
rap battle who got the balls to get bold
yo watch your step your face might just fall right threw the flo'
like a cartoon, the horror, oh the gore
most wanted malibu, bitch pull out a harpoon I will raise the forty-four
the very night you die I fuck your mother have her shouting “lordy lord”
damn how small this shortys short
I think shes fourty four
only four feet four
hungry bitch said “give me more meat more”
slowly bitch took her seat and pulled it out the drawers
fell out smacked your mother unconscious and im just like “of course”
lookin at your mama look at your baby picture on the drawer Im just like "bitch up yours"
let me rap some more
need no permission i'll just take the floor
take it all away like a hurricane- dont reckon with this force
i'll unleash it like those star wars
in her head I
am like a red eyed jedi, lookin like the type to give him head guy, playin mind tricks on these bar whores
go outside and open up the car doors
rob you dump your body in two days the game is over, let the player hate get far worse

go on, steal a line now
"hey you get off my cloud"
your jaws to small to bite my style
take a bite bitch come on find out
in my shoes your feet too small to even walk a mile
you'll never get to see what its like to be me
you unsuccessfully rip off of other people with skill
you dont even rhyme you just rob words in lines your to dumb to steal
face it ricky, youve lost for real
in this game called life, its survival of the fittest and bitch your a meal to be eaten by austin. aka little dago
dip your dead corpse in some mafia sauce and
package you to my patrons, sell your dead body at cost.