A Failed Insurgent (Gangsta Style)

What the hell you doing in this part of my hood my poet... I do hope you got yo Kevlar vest on.. if not, stay low, duck when the casing start flying, and stay close behind me..

Thank you for reading my gangsta creed.. duces

THE ABOVE "POEM" IS FROM A DUP RAP BATTLE,
THIS IS ONLY ONE SIDE OF THE BATTLE.

LET THE READER DETERMINE THE VICTOR!

READ THE REAL VERSION BELOW. ;)

MURMUR MENSEENUH’S MARTYR ARENA
An Epic Poem by: Master Tasteless Poetaster
(Based on actual events.)



BATTLE BILLBOARD:
SKC5 (SweetKittyCat5)🐾
.......vs..........
(Master Tasteless Poetaster)🃏
___________________________________             

👹Welcome viewers to the Martyr Arena!
I am your host, Murmur Menseenuh and
tonight within our anathema, we've a
very exciting event for you! Two seasoned,
long-time 'rival poets' from the Deep
Underground Poetry venue have agreed
to treason our ears their knowledge and
skills on the pulpit of their own retinue.
Indeed with the purpose of rending a bleed,
and mostly running each other through.
Head-to-head in real-time combat steez;
regulation-free in rhythmic debut to
determine by no uncertain means who
shall befall and out-rap whom. Never again
to them or their creed shall the vanquished
the other party exhume.

👹Our two contenders for tonight’s battle
have prattled each other for nearly a year.
About what or whom doesn't really matter,
and is, at best to them, entirely unclear.
But they're both extreme, ‘high-energy’
writers; talented alpha-type ankle-biters,
which makes for entertaining fighters to
sneer at from an ulterior tier... and leer,
jeer and pop-cornily cheer, as they shear
each other's king-lyrical spears. Due to
the graphic nature of anticipated violence,
sensitive viewers, and children should NOT
be here.

👹Viewers it is our understanding that both
contenders have a solid landing in battle
rap, and slam poetry. Should they get hurt,
and I'm demanding solely that they do, both
contenders are versed in nursing and one has
a degree therein too. We expect this fight
should be evenly-stacked with a high chance
of knock-out occurring only late in the match;
unless for some reason there's a forfeiture
or drop-out. As the fighters make their way
to the stage, let’s show them why we’re here.
How we came to rage and maim the cage;
rightly putting them into gear!

😈Onto the stage first is our challenger.
Known for broad-sweeping erotic prosetry,
smoothly paced, and vicious Hudson-area
murder-rap flows. She's great with a
narrative, and knows how to instantly
hook a reader with her salacious x-rated
prose appeal. Fans adore her, will do
anything for her; she’s sweet and
keeps it real. Please welcome
our challenger, DUP darling and
Queen… give it up for... the 5 of SKC,
SweetKittyCat5!


😈And now viewers for our title defender...
He's been around a while; ever elusive,
and always a thorn in the establishment.
Reviled by most (especially those with
a weak stomach). Known for his gruesome,
obscure horror-imagery, transcendental
tactics, multi-entendres, and use of devices
so meticulous that you could build a space-
shit with them! Breaker of the fourth wall,
the disgusting, exquizical, shade of Sade;
super-sonic-sinewave-weaver of words...
Show him what you came for! give it up for
Master… Tasteless... Poetaster!


🧛(Folks, this will definitely be a wild fight,
if not a dirty one. Pretty much anything goes!)

🧟(Yes, I've seen MTP enlist some bizarre
rhymes and tropes before. Beyond being often
unassuming, they're mostly just downright sick
and deeply twisted.)

🧛(Yeah, Zeke, I've heard that too, but I
understand that SKC has a long history with
freestyle rap and due to the meticulousness of
MTP, the time constraints of being in an active
ring might be the advantageous thing that a
seasoned spitter would use to quickly monopolize
the fight.)

👹Viewers we're getting the indication that our
fighters are ready, so without wasting words
outside of the ring: non-descript entites,
and gender-equal gentlepersons...

👹Let's get ready to MuuuMBLLLE!!

💀(Okay you two,
I'd like a no-holds-barred attitude
from both of you, and no leavin' for
anything other that takin' a shit or
gettin' a drink. And use yer fuckin'
punctuation & line breaks!)

💀(Make it count!
SweetKittyCat5, you go first.)

👹Round 1.
!!FIGHT!!

🐾SKC5:
I'm going to laugh,
while you stand there
with lies coming out’ your ass!
Don’t worry trick, I’m your worst risk.

I will bring the fight to you; cut you up,
serve your cheap ass on Styrofoam,
and make your homies think it’s food.

Don't fuck with me.
You're not ready for this.
I suck hard dicks, and machete
stank-ass clits. Only bitches talk shit.
Fuck that... my swag is certified and legit!

'Burn your ass while my bullets
pierce for the head-shot hit. Then
dump your bloody meat in the
Hudson River; giving the sharks an
underwater gift.

*** *** ***
🃏MTP:
Laugh all you want, I like your teeth.
A tall carafe of giraffe guffawin' at me...
I'm thinkin's gotta be better
than whatever's underneath.
Stickin' your neck out proud
to prune low-hanging fruit.
I drink pesticides, Geoffrey.
It's your funeral suit.


If apple-ing syphilis on tapeworm’s
the death that you want,
then sess up the mess, bitch.
We'll back up the potty-bus!
And your "Allies”... A plus!
I take pro-phylaxis, meth-mouth,
so I don't give an amateur's fuck.

And it's not even a Reach®.
Don't even bother to brush.
I'm just touched by the rush
of a golden-angel sheen.
To each your own and for me,
the color yellow is jaundicey clean!
"My Queen",
because I'm equal opportunity for
scarred, scared gangrene!

Not that this’ll mean much now, but...
I’ll go back in time later again
with ten dents in your Dentine® to
try to show you what I mean.
You picket-fenced yourself in a time loop
when you jumped on my skein.

But I'll feed your blush, and
we'll roadkill time together,
Maybe, I'll carry you into a
semi-traffic slaughter-scene
sunsetter®. Maybe…
It’ll start to 'sound'
ugly* and obscene,
'stick* around though.
I’ll definitely
make it 'look' like
it's Maybelline®.
-Trim the fat with a freightline flatliner.
Now we're cookin' with steam!
I'll hold the door to the freeway for you.
Ladies first!  

(I'm sorry, your honor.
I didn't mean for the whole
house to fall on her.
I think these awnings should
come with a warning: faulty lugs hurt.)

or maybe...
it’ll be your twin sister Halitoes who
wraps you up with Owen's Corning®.
'Cause everybody knows
how jealousy grows the next morning.
Any warm body with arms
could take care of you, really.  
Who the 'truck' knows?! Silly me,
I misappropriated a curse word
just to be corny.

It’s okay, old yeller...
keep looking at them birds.
These mailer Mack® bucks are
driving by like holiday-cucked
buffalo herds.

It's like they don't even
bother to slow down
in this weather!

You’re definitely
getting a "new grill" this winter!!!


And if that diamond-plated
18-wheeler grill won’t sing,
neither will your pancake-shoveled ass
splattin' your new 0.2 sec. radiator bling.

And if your amalgam slop blob won’t fit
on a plate, Carri-on, we'll find you
more birds in a future date on a
desolate satellite platter.
I'm sure the vultures can’t wait!


(Pew! That was a whole stomach full
of rancid strange!
Is this meal too small
for your hunger pangs?

You ARE uniquely hairy and rotund
for a mange.)

- But don’t be flattered when I
bluntly say, for you, Boaty Spaghetti,
we’ll rearrange the driveway.
And if it doesn’t work out (like you),

'plenty of vessels in the
bubbles of soap-semen.
You’ll find your Bodie Spagotti,
or Betty Spumoni, whatever-
manifests to float you,
for which ever season.
You do you.

As for Ms. Right... Now,
You’re definitely something my
homo-ghouls should see.
Ring em up, ring em up, mates.
Place your bets on Dumpster Humpty!

Will she fall or will she swing?
Yellatross on a wire is
becoming a thing and,
she's gonna show us how to groove:
"electric swan-songing"

'And in the sideshow tonight,
there's a special double-feature.
Sister Halitoes is here!
(they're twins) -nice to meetcha!

Without further delaying our
dusky roast-event Allow me to
present to the block via cleaver...
Please welcome:
Yella-Tusk & ZomBeaver!!


Now-now, don't be bashful about it!
Wash down that iceberg
with a slice of teppanyaki.
It's not always sunny in
Real-a-delphia. Sometimes the
wrecking ball of the bell
is the Jabberwocky.

Second place- so what?
Come and eat your sushi.
Don't worry, you'll get
used to logs eventually.

Meanwhile me and my dead-dawgs
are playing Fort Hunter Ligget.
You're the spitune
playing to the tune of
piss, spit, sit & spin in-it.

'And if I may, as an honest critic,
be the first to get my leg upon in it.
"Damn, Wookie! You were right,
your hydrant IS legit!"

Look! My lipstick almost twitched!
Hey, This isn’t time to quit.
What's the rush, bitch?
The game is still going!

Plus, think of how much the
toilet is gonna miss your tits.
Did I mention to you,
that I like the size of your zits?

Your tusks just distract me a bit.
Of course the wool is also an issue.
Come on Sis, again?
Okay, clear the wind.

Now lay back, and give me  
time to poor the keg on you.
You’re not worth jizz,
but you’re DEFINITELY
worth piss and voodoo!

Definitely, definitely!
This much is TRUE!
So cheer up! Swill some beer.
Let's see what you can doo-doo.
Bump hooves with me! ~I mean “fists”,
"fists” ...sorry.

Holy shit. baby girl,
slow down, don't drink that much.
My homos won’t rape you
if you seem like a crutch.

It's gotta be like an
ethics thing or some such.
(And about that "hooves" bit, it
deserves a boo, and a
freebee return booboo.)
________________________________
🧛(Ouch! That was sinister
for a first round!)
🧟(Yes, she really came out the
gate blazin'... I don't think she was
expectin' to be subverted.)

👹Round 2...
!!FIGHT!!

🐾SKC5:
You better bring the
bible and the motherfucking guns!
'Luv to see a bitch
when he’s about to elude me and run.

Before your feet hit the door, my
Glock pumping hollow points
into your ass some more.

'No one here to save a fucking worm,
squirming on my hook like live bait!
Chopping off your legs; my
rage refuses to wait.

I pay the po-po
to look the other way.
Your last breath you will take today.

Flying your ass
all up in my kingdom
like you the godman, man?!
Gee, strip this pale ass
joker where he stands.

Hand me my straight razor...
Death for a squealing bitch
with me is never swift.

You' flossing
like you' the fucking "it"!
'let you breathe long enough...
Open your mouth, and
taste Gee’s panther’s piss!

Hold this fuck’s mouth-
open wider and let my
Asp crawl in and spit.

'Stomping your teeth out,
then cutting out your tongue;
gagging your eyes,
making sure you feel the
heat before the Urn.

Don’t bring me those
sissy-ass nursery rhymes
you recited out' a book!

I will sneak up behind you and
slit your throat-
before you can even turn
to take a look.
Bitch.

*** *** ***  
🃏MTP:
Yeah... like the panther,
I'm still pissing too. One minute,
though, I do have advice for you,
take some time with your shit.

Unless, you just want to prove
that yours is less proof than mine.
Really, are you TRYING to lose?

It’s time you realize that some of us
are connoisseurs, not just wine drinkers.
But if it’s sewers and winos, then...
your stinky ass is probably fine!

Put that liquid in your thinker.
Don't blink, but don't go blind...
An entire septic tank of your swagger
is worth a Kaposi ho's swig of mine.

Mislabeling and packaging-
your shit in a cleanex box
doesn’t make it clean. Another thing,
who tapes 'Nutrition Facts:'
on a cleanser bottle of Clorox?!

Seriously, aren’t you Glad
I know how to read???
Seal that shit in a Ziploc!

Maybe I'm wrong.
Perhaps your lips do kind of
taste like wine… And when I say lips,
it means a pox. And by pox,
that means "ataxia"!

'And when I say wine, I’m still
thinking of the  dumpster-dive
sewage-kind. And it probably
would have been slightly no-different
without the mold-scent of the
apocalypse in mind.

Look at that, I even
gave an easy attack-rhyme setup...
(What rhymes with "ataxia"?
...and "setup" for that matter?)
Here;s a hint: put 'em together.
___________________________________            
🧟(MTP really meta-floored her with that
wine-cleaner bit.)
🧛(Haha! That's what makes it an
MTP fight! He converts the bite that you
sink into him into poison, for you.)

👹Round 3...
!!FIGHT!!

🐾SKC5:
Your wanted to see how a doll feels,
crazy fuck, you got your thrills.
Now, where the fuck is my money?!

You feel the burn when you
mess with my dope, my
bitches, my weapons, or
my honey! If I come
looking for you, I’m slamming.

I will implode your house,
kill your family... while Gee'
deep inside your bitch
choking her and ramming.

Then watch you dig your own grave...
to give you your just due.
Hell has no fury when using my tools.

I have not even went Nun Runner
on that trashy ass;
pistol whipping your creed
all over DUP you will never last.

Gee, string this begging fuck up.
Cut his testicles first and let his ass
bleed into my cup.

Shh... 'You make one more sound,
my pet Scorpion is going up your nose
before the shit really goes down.

'You think you could talk about me
like a spoiled kid?
I peeped your manifesto, bitch.

You' still in Pampers
babbling like G.I. Joe
trying to work that fake ass façade
from under your lid.

I am the cunning ego,
the deranged super-ego, and
I'll take you out with my psycho id.

Writing blueprints about what you gon' do.
If and when you never get the time, you
best watch the silence of your enemy
when you' stepping on their land mine.

Blow up this trap house!
I’m the Kitty who ate the
canary AND the motherfucking mouse.
Kill this faggot!

(My Queen…
What you want me to do with his body?)

Waterboard his ass then hack it…
keep his fingers and head.
Leave the rest for the maggots.

Stupid Motherfuckas.
Gee… get the crew on the line.
It’s a war declared on our turf.
Fuck peace and nice words.

*** *** ***
🧛(For viewer who aren't familiar,
SKC has an interesting array of
deadly exotic familiars.)

🃏MTP:
Meh, I guess that wine box hasn't
been in the closet long enough.
(Answer: you could have said,
~"I attack and don't let up!")

But... responding to the
unedited version, before the
surgeon had time to clean up?!
That’s pretty sucker-punch cuck.
Since all you do is
fuck up wacky ass freestyle...

...we might as well cut it, and
chuck it in the recycle pile.
See this flat file? This warm up,
is about to get SHARP and vile!

Sorry, only come-uppers
in the Editing Room...
"No Cum-Downers Allowed."
So hold your broom, Transylvagna,
this won't take but a short while,
Be back soooon...
________________________________

🧛(SKC really muscled down
on that one! I hope we get to see
those Nun Runners!)
🧟(I dig the cup-bleeding
scorpion-snifter! 'Reminds me
I'm parched, haha!)

👹Round 4...
!!FIGHT!!

🐾SKC5:
Gee, this mother fucker apparently
do' not who or what I am. Follow his ass!

(I got you, Queen.)

If he moves sideways,
take his ass out like Son of Sam.
Me and my boys do not get
got up in jams!

(You wan' me to take care of him now?)

After we get his dope,
weapons, and money...
the only thing I wanna hear is a
series of pow-pows!

Here that fuck comes.
His crazy ass done
went and bought some words...
This cracker thinks he' already won.

 *** *** ***
🃏MTP:
(To don the matter, we'll
address a stanza long gone,
which will show you got
splattered before you got on.

Remember that sign post?
The one with the "freebee"?
Hold on, I'll get it.
This one's on me.

...

- Here it is: Exhibit A.
""(About that "hooves" bit, it
deserves a "boo", and a
freebee return booboo.)""

- Which I gave you!: Exhibit B.
""Look at that, I even gave an
easy attack-rhyme setup...
(What rhymes with "ataxia"?
...and "setup" for that matter?)
Here's a hint: put 'em together.""
Then I double-hinted to it!

- But you didn't!!!
Shit... you COULD have had
your way with me! So let me
re-direct your attention...

to: Exhibit C.
""Meh, I guess that wine box hasn't
been in the closet long enough.
(Answer: you could have said,
~"I attack and don't let up!")""

Do you see now,
SweetKittyCat Queen?
Seems you either choked-5,
or suffered a severed
neural-network hiccuped!

We tried.
Since you missed it...
unfortunately for you,
that was just the
setup to the setup's setup
in the setup factory line.

Because while you were
telling me what you were
'going to do' I was writing
instructions to guide you.

Tell me then, who's the one
who walked right up to the
front of someone... and
magically "sneaked up"
behind 'whom'???!

You must be dumber than a cat,
SchroeDINGER, to
want to fuck with someone
who has to travel through
time to get through to you.

Yup, it's lookin' pretty gloom...
with your generous freebee dead,
it's time to present your
fortune in doom.

Firstly, we don't have to 'assume'
that the dolly spits better cudd
than your blood. No lie. I'm already
scrying inside your crystal room.

Triple sec' sec' secondly...
hit this studded door knob,
there's blow and MONEY inside.
Yes, yes, I'm giving you a job.

As for honey?
Get your jugs ready.
I'll raze you m’ m’ m’ m-mud!
Do you take your upheavals
with spiders or ants?

Meh, you get both
by the billion billion trillion!
Here comes the eschaton
Sandstorm trance!

Open WIDE, Baby T-cell
tapout bug. You get to
make love to an
ento’m’m-ology flood!

Did I stutter?
Yeah, I guess I d'd'd'dud.
Constantly musing about me:
“'running away’ to your
imaginary friend “Gee””
doesn’t make me go away.
To the contrary, I set my
library up in the cemetery.

My invitation to you,
is a bitch-invocation.
To you AND your pretend nation.
Where do I live? Look no further,
I'm ready for castration...

I live in the streets!
Come to my house,
then you can really
learn the beat.

Hey, why don’t you ‘run’
those “nunners” you’ve been
taking about this way.
I'll twist them out to
ouija-foreplay.

You're not a kid... even so,
my expectation for wit
would have nowhere to go with a
stray stream of runaway mouse flow.
Thanks for being considerate,
about the faggots though.

Just like them, I
also eat maggots out,
and I'm all too familiar
with lice, louse!

Better rip your own uvula out!
Here comes a sample full-size serving
of maggot-shitty litter reprise
down your blouse.

Via this, I vow to fist ya, La.

So now that we're both here
waiting outside,
Conjure your Sweat-Skit-Scat
text to number 5!
Then gag your reflexes
on my dotted line-
with your very own...
Candyman bee-hive!!

You'll bee a lot prettier
with an oblong medulla,
you wannabe head-swollen
intestinal-spill of medusa.
Mmmm... It’s a seppu- kind of night,
this St. Valentines.

And if it's not too late for you,
come be a slice of mine,
take my hand girl,
and let's walk the line.
I can't promise you much,
but you'll be, well... fed.
'Cause this evening
we dine with undead-heads...

 In my personal outdoor
public carnival, you're going to
eat, and eat, and be eaten-
out alongside cannibals!

So...
If there are no 'additional' guests
(excluding raccoons and canids),
then I guess it's about
"DINNER-TIME!!!"

Perhaps now that I'm taking YOU out,
it's more appropriate that you call me,
Son of Samhain.
___________________________________            
🧛(I've been around for more than
3 cents, and that one, even surprised
me!! Who the fuck is MTP?!! And look,
SKC is still putting the nails in her
coffi-n-tea!)
🧟(Yes, I've seen her trick before.
But what is she doing?! Doesn't she
see that he obviously fights prone?)

👹Round 5...
!!FIGHT!!

🐾SKC5:
Gee, bury that wacked ass fucker, dick sucker,
and clean this shit up in a hurry. I hear
sirens, and you know I keep my business
on the down low, that’s for sho'!

Gee, let’s get the fuck of out of hear!
This not over! its time to bring the fear.

Publish this. If you do not, then I will.
Think about (it) and let me know... no rush.

🧛(That coffin's ready! She has to know
though, that MTP wouldn't just let the battle
end mid-round before it's his turn to go.)
🧟(Yes, but it seems the coffin trick
has worked for her too many times before.
Apparently it's hard for an old 'cat' to
learn new trick too.)

*** *** ***

🃏MTP:
Sure. I'll wet-scribe it,
on the Tombstone® on
TOP of your tombstone.

Victory is sweeter
with cat-shit piss pizza
Now that you're dead...
you're free to take 5,
Kitty Litter.

   .    .   .   ________U_____
There/    .   .
goes    .    .  here lies
your     . .   -  SKC5  -
life.                
Does that mean I win now?
________________________________
🧛(And there it is! Classic MTP
jumps right in to do telepathy
from the coffin!)
🧟(That's an unsurprisingly
short reprieve. Folks,
battle extension!)

👹Round 6...
!!FIGHT!!

🐾SKC5:
Naw bitch,
you did not get that internal memo.
Felines have nine lives.
I went 'nfront of the judge got off.

If not, his wife and kids
woulda' felt the burn
after my weapon popped.

You' a punk-ass freak.
'In the Bahamas on my
yacht with your money,
your dope, and your bitch,

while she' licking all
up in my creamy peach pie.
No limit for me
but the sky!

You know how this plays out?
Carving my initials in her back
(my thank you token),

then tossing her dead ass
in the ocean. You lose!
Again, like way back when...
I do not believe, therefore I am,
Ghost.

Gee, kerosene his ass and
watch his skin and bones.
Burn to nothing but a faded joke.
Acid the rest.

And leave my initial calling card,
letting his boys know they' boy'
been dealt.

Don't worry, his next of kin will
get a rose from me
before my hand around her neck-

-presses her pipe as I squeeze
until she chokes...
right before she
see my Glock smoke.

Gee!
Did you make sure that fuck
was six feet under?
I have no time for peak-a-boo
evidence, or blunders!

"My Queen, that fuck is eating dirt.
You brought the pain..."

Yeah, but not the hurt. That comes
when I wipe his crew out,
and I know who to start with first.

"You up for this, My Queen?
You retired from this life."

Just as sure as the DEA numbers,
I got to fix a gangster when
he comes to me with his hush creeds,
after taking care of his personal strife.

*** *** ***
🃏MTP:
Music, to immortal ears:
a yearling spitter,
stealing other artists' stale tropes

from beyond the grave both ways,
and still not acknowledging a choke.
Which makes you the ghost you float.

Some things are only relevant in an
alternate uni-verse. None of your verses
are unique. But they ARE all the same one.
_________________________________
🧟(These poets won't die!)
 🧛(Just wait, I sense a lesson coming.
With a heady meta-line, short and
succinct like that, it usually means
he's brewing something.)

👹Round 7...
!!FIGHT!!

🐾SKC5:
I'll be placing my part on my wall -
the 'corrected version' to let the
readers know you tried an insurgent...
It failed.

🃏MTP:
I don't know how many lives you had
before this evening,
but I've taken at least five of them,
right here, tonight.

🐾SKC5:
Nope...
I still stand with your
severed dick in my hand.
I'm like a ghost.. you feel my heat,
after I axed yo' flesh
down to pulp-bloody meet.

You know you lost even with this
unedited bullshit. You couldn't
survive my venom out this mix.
I catch you anywhere near my dope,
my weapons, or my cash...
Be advise, that's yo' ass.

Yo' kinfolks will be getting
your head and fingers
in the mail.

🧟(Yeah! These are the kinds of blow
exchanges that I know! Fast alternating
spits on the mortuary-a-go-go!)
🧛(There are no rules dictating
how many turns contenders can exchange
in a time-based rounds.)

🃏MTP:
You wanted to step.
So why did you trip?
I wasn't challenging you.
Why lay in my way?
For ass play?

My target is a...
Pride flag bag
of candy-man.
________________________________
🧛(Uh-oh!
They're going to the parking lot!)
🧟( Zoinks, these fighters have
some shit to flush.)

👹Round 8...
!!FIGHT!!

🐾SKC5:
You can place those tissues down.
Music to my ears is when I hear
a man’s cryin' sounds.

You got your nuts stomped and
plastered all over your wall.
All these readers seen your ass
take that nasty fall.

When you wanna blaze, and
not with those Marvel Comic books,
life' a real weapon... at-at!
Just took you out with an
arrow to the H.E. 'art hit.

Cement to your shoes,
pushing your lifeless body
into the river. Swim you dead fuck!
I am the receiver... and now your
watery grave deliverer.

Don’t bring your dead ass to New York.
Me and my boys will slaughter you
where you stand, and then
roast you like pork.

🧟(They're circling each other!)

🃏MTP:
Pedestrian bitch can't seem to appreciate
that I’m an auto-cannibal...
Homotarian, and I prefer it raw.
Don't wait too late, it's already ate.
(No utensils necessary.) 😈🤘🏿🥩

🐾SKC5:
Cooking you is too fucking good.
I torture cock suckers then
bathe in your blood.
Don't get my creed misunderstood,

I am the morning and the night;
opening your ass wider then
ramming it hard with a stick of dynamite.

Smoking my pipe as you plead,
beg for mercy.
I'm the Queen B to your
deaf sobs of pain. I will curtsy,
You' blown away bitch.
I will keep for a souvenir  
of your little dick.

🧟(Oh shit! MTP just turned up the beat
to 184!!!)
🧛(Yikes! That's really going to put the
pressure on SKC.)

🃏MTP:
Let me draw attention to reality...
This is going to be fast AF...
Are you ready?
Here comes Fredddy!! ;.)

I’m untamable, I’m indelible.
You got a ladle? Do you wanna prattle
off your little bitch-piddly barely-rhymeables?
Then giddy up, bitch! Bring your Lunchables!

Cough up your furballs, make ‘em a saddle,
because I’m available and I’m unsattible.
My horse is unstable, and it’s quinpired.
New words are required to fill up my table.

I’ll gobble you whole fucker,
‘cause I’m a soulsucker.
Check out the rattle.
It'll make you a fable:
ingestible babble..
feed for the cattle.

(Your future...
I'ma' tell ya mamma,
as manure, your existence
won't get any calmer.
While you're in a transcendental coma...
All THIS was inserted
in the middle of a comma.)

🧛(The beat's still at 184. Wait for it.)

🃏MTP:
-So,
Y'wanna be cum o' mushroom?
I'll eat you again,
and we'll trip out your ilk
and I'll evolve your kin,
and the next time you see me
your brain won't have eyes,
a millennia later,
I'm Lord of the Flies.
So then what will you be
when the earth is the sky?
You're a nematode, see?
Welcome wormwood,
SURPRISE!!!!
💥🎤💥

...Well, SKC, that's 184BPM of 196
uniquely worded syllables in perfect rhyme
that all hold cohesive-in-crime,
completely-original, slamming concepts;
which are in-depth, direct,
relevant response to you,
the situation and your
attempted nuances, which I just shit out...
on a dime.

I'll do the math for you.
That's over 10 syllables per second.
Flow is all about time.
If you can't work at that caliber,
learn how quickly,
or you're done.

Anybody else wanna come at me?!
Anyone?!

🧟(Wow!!! Did you catch all that?
'Like he's possessed!)
🧛(Hell, I don't know if that's even survivable!
??...Wait... SKC5 is stirring... She's getting up!
Unbelieve! You know what that means!)
___________________________________            
🧛(I thought that cats only have nine lives.)
🧟 (Yeah, SKC5 really wants this fight!)

👹Round 9...
   !!FIGHT!!

🐾SKC5:
This ain’t no school!
We are in the middle of war, fool.
Get your game up! No time for a break.
You pissing out your mouth and
bleeding from your ass once in my wake!
You can take your 184. I got your 187!
Enough hollow points for you t'go to
Hell after you bypass Heaven.

Oh...
you suppose to be some kind of
Fairy demon? Yeah, the one I made
wear a dress and high heels, after I
raided your stash and left you screaming.
Your ass' still boiling in a pot on my stove
after failing to my devious scheming.

Naw... you' not dreaming.
You' kissing dirt…
'now you feel what I’m meaning.
And keep that school shit off my page!
I am Master Degree Certified!
What's in your wallet?...
beside your balls covered in flies.

"Anybody else wanna come at me???"
Yes, to get that pale ass
waxed all over DUP!

Never bring a dull knife to a gun fight.
Not when my Glock has taken your last
labored breath for the night.

I put your mouth out of commission!
You still thumbing through those
pages of Rhymes for Dummies.

'now that you lost, you made and wishing.
Acid your ass, bitch you're goin' fishin!

The po-po 'still trying to
identify my carved initials
in your palm with all their might.
I'm Ghost... bitch...
I have been your worst fright.

Next…

🧛(Excellent, recovery!)

*** *** ***  

🃏MTP:
Bummer, another missed opportunity!
The ventriloquist should have said,
“What’s in your wallet?
Trick question. No wallet.
You’re an MT Pocket!"

And if you had been clever,
at least enough to say that,
do you know what I would have said?
“Yep, you’re right: a question from a trick..."

Speaking of trick, you must be
the ‘Queen Moby Trick of Amoeba'
with a bad case of
hippopotomonstro-
sesquippedaliophobia.
And I just pulled your
word-scared hare-y,
hippo-potty microscopic
whale-turdy ass out of a hat!

Here's an "untrick" I just performed.
You're microscopic next to me, so
nobody can see your jokes land
but you, with your
pussy up your hand.

Attempting to be
the mental cess-queen of Nairobi,
burying your surface-level shit
in the pit under the slurry
spit of my heavy metal niobium.

Here's another tip.
Wanna Plan-B for you...
consider coming at me (safety)?!
Dysentery.
Mamma Mia, Diarrhea, to
get with the magic seed
of my sea of pyuria?!
I'm disinterested now,
better listen to me!
Skeet skeet,
mumble-mur-manatee,
before I exercise you
by your true name,
my rotten-pie,
Earl of Sea Dove,
"LAMIA!"


Haha! Oh well._________ __________ ________&
No knives para Que Ghost Felina,
on show and tell!
Spirit beware,_______ _________ ______________l    
I already spent the ghost in the shell, and
below, right there is the meta-bullet,
'n' lil’ slugger’s got your name on it.
_________ ________ _______ ______ ___________l
  .     . .            All I have to do
     ....            is just (k)eep re-posting
    ....            my (s)peedrap response, and...
   ....             And it PROVE(5)EVERYTHING,
    ...             and ac(c)omplishes more
    ....            than any protest that
       .             you can conceive.
__________ __________ ___________ __________.
maybe.that.will.sink.in.but. _________ ________ l
despite.the.timeloop.I’ve.got.a.___     __/
feelin'.that.you’ll.__,
NEVER.
feel.
What.I’m.
meaning.__l


👹And... our fighters are out of range.
Sorry viewers.

🧛((Down of a missile sound) It looks like SKC
just got served a grand slam.)
🧟(Nice, Marq!

🧟(This almost looked like it would be
a death match.)
🧛(Yeah! And that bullet at the end! 911!!
What was that?!)

🧟(I've never seen a shape poem
bullet before! Wild!)
🧛(Did you notice MTP inscribed
SKC5 initials into it?!)

🧟(I just checked.
That's actually a world first.
But the speedrap was absolute evil!)
🧛(I admire how SKC never once backed
down! She barely skipped a beat. And
what a beat it was! Such an epic fight!
Too bad there wasn't a judge.)

🧟(Well viewers, cast your votes!
You decide the winner. Thanks.)

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Virulent vitriol, SKC.  Mother-fucking Wow.  

See...  that's what I'm talking about a real Gee who spits the shit on my wall like it is..  and a fucking 'Wow"...  much gangsta respect..

You ever need me.. I got yo back homie... and that shit for life on the real.. peace

VOTING IS COMPLETE. The score is 8:3 (favoring MTP)
MTP wins by unanimous vote of peers.
Votes were collected from both DUP & AllPoetry.

AllPoetry link:
https://allpoetry.com/poem/15981503--REAL---Rap-Battle--Please-cast-your-vote-for-the-winner-in-the-c-by-MTP-adult

DUP link:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/423763-rap-battle-spittin-hairs-skc5-vs-mtp/

Here are the detailed results:

1.) AP user: A.M83 - Loving the lines from both sides, but both are tied in my mind. But here's a dime, thanks for the rhyme. Honestly, if I had to choose, it'd be MTP. Both of y'all are well done, but MTP had the better lines in my not so humble opinion. (Don't mind the shittty beginning. There's a reason Rhyme poetry is not seen among my works.)

2.) DUP user: Em-ily - Okay, time to render judgement: ...Winner is... MTP. Cause I know some facts, and fact number one is, as sharp, keen, deadly, and true as our Beautiful Queen (SKC5) keeps her razor? That mofo the Duke MTP carries his shit intentionally dulled, rusted, and badly warped, all in order to inflict MAXIMUM, UN-HEALABLE DAMAGE. Now that's a sick twist. 😻

3.) AP user: gggoddly - You DEFINITELY won!

4.) AP user: Kostas Lagos - Damn, this is tough. I think you won this one MTP. By a buzzer beater!

5.) AP user: Georgeyall - Yeah I just love the way you wrote this amazing work 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

6.) DUP user: mantisdeer - Haha you wrecked her. Was that the last comment from her? Overall sck had weak rhymes that anyone could shit out. Your responses are full fleshed and vivid, eviscerating the crayon scrawl on the boy's bathroom wall.

7.) DUP user: arortiz73 - Being well studied in language art mechanics, extremely anal retentive about details, and a constitutionalist to fault, I must adhere to both my objectivity and ethics. Even though the caliber of art displayed here from MTP exceeded that of SKC5, I must in the spirit of preserving the future of battles like this, vote for SKC5 in that she was the only user on DUP with the grit to take on another poet in a head to head battle of well, heads.

8.) AP user: Terry Volbrecht - After a slow start the pussycat more than held her own, but in the end I'd say she lost by a whisker. Both fighters showed great verbal inventiveness, but I felt the need for a more compelling narrative thrust from both contestants. At times I felt myself praying for a TKO, but have to raise the dripping red glove of MTP, a worthy winner on points, as darkness descends of this Theatre of Cruelty. de Sade in his grave must be laughing himself to death. In the re-match, I'd like to see which of these vomit-spewing virtuosos can create more beauty on the other side of arse poetica.  The Shadow needs to be integrated, not worshipped, IMO.

9.) DUP user: Billy_Snagg - 1 vote for SweetKittyCat5 (by default).

10.) DUP user: Numer90 - 1 vote for SweetKittyCat5 (because SKC said so).  

11.) DUP user: nutbuster (D C) - I won your rap battle  (SELF VOTE) 1 vote for nutbuster (D C)

12.) AP user: Fearless Lines - Honestly, these two are just awesome and even a bit confused to know the best. I love their words usage and the structure they both adopted. But if I'm to choose, I hang my hands up for MTP


VOTING CLOSES DUE TO DAYS OF INACTIVITY.


MTP WINS BY UNANIMOUS DECISION!

You can place those tissues down
Music to my ears when I hear a man’s crying sounds
You got your nutts stomped and plastered all over your wall
And all these readers seen your ass take that nasty fall
When you want to blaze and not with those Marvel Comics
Lift a real weapon.. at. at.. I just took you out with an arrow to the heart hit
Cement to your shoes, pushing your lifeless body into the river
Swim you dead fuck.. I am the receiver and now your watery grave deliverer

🐾🐾

CHECK THE VOTES.

MTP#^)

This ain’t no school  
We are in the middle of war, fool  
Get your game up no time for a break  
You pissing out your mouth and bleeding from your ass once in my wake  
You can take your 184, I got your 187,  
Enough hollow points for you to go to Hell after you bypass Heaven  
Oh... you suppose to be some kind of Fairy demon  
Yeah, the one I made wear a dress and high heels after I raided your stash and left you screaming  
Your ass still boiling in a pot on my stove, after failing to my devious scheming  
Naw ...you not dreaming  
You kissing dirt…now you feel what I’m meaning  
And keep that school shit off my page.. I am Master Degree Certified  
What's in your wallet…beside your balls covered in flies

CHECK THE VOTES.

MTP#^)

Baby I' m ready, my vest is on.  I'm ready for an adventure.  Laura Croft is in the house,  LOL.  Keep on writing.

Now that's a gangsta move..  You sure know how to fuck someone up my Gee.. got me going all Laura Croft and shit.. let's do this.. point, aim, and shoot a motherfucka if they move wrong...

We come upon some unexpected shit... see no evil, speak no evil, and hear no evil.. we out...

Yes baby we shoot first ask questions later.  Then we get our groove on like our animal spirits

BY NOT ACKNOWLEDGING THE VOTES,
YOU'RE SHOWING DISREGARD FOR DEMOCRACY.

DO YOU, INSTEAD, BELIEVE IN TYRANNY?

MTP#^)

why not barrey them alive as they gasp for air only get dirt you no that dirty shit and push up some C-4 up their asses or some nitro in the eye hole then watch me drop a ball and blow them all to hell my Queen that may be a little pain
asi got your back

Well Damn Batman.. this Queen B.. could not have spoken that shit any better... I like your plan to take down someone's crew... then taking them all out. I love bringing pain.. and watching my hollow points reign... Cover me..

Yeah.. get his ass.. shoot dammit before he make it to the door... That's what I'm talking about... you ruthless Scarface... oo... let's bounce...

Check the votes from 12 users posted above.

The voting details are in a comment above.

The results from users are 8:3, favoring MTP.

I will be placing my part on my wall-the corrected version
To let the readers know... you tried an insurgent
It failed
Yo kinfolks will be getting your head and fingers in the mail
Nope... I still stand with your severed dick in my hand
I'm like a ghost.. you feel my heat, after I axed yo flesh down to pulp bloody meet
You know you lost with this unedited bullshit
You couldn't survive my venom out this mix
I catch you anywhere near my dope, my weapons, or my cash
Be advise that's yo ass

You can place those tissues down
Music to my ears when I hear a man’s crying sounds
You got your nutts stomped and plastered all over your wall
And all these readers seen your ass take that nasty fall
When you want to blaze and not with those Marvel Comics
Life a real weapon.. at. at.. I just took you out with an arrow to the heart hit
Cement to your shoes, pushing your lifeless body into the river
Swim you dead fuck.. I am the receiver and now your watery grave deliverer

🐾🐾

Cooking you is too fucking good
I torture cock suckers then bath in your blood, don't get my creed misunderstood
I am the morning and the night
Opening your ass wider then ramming it hard with a stick of dynamite
Smoking my pipe as you plead, beg for mercy
I'm the Queen B to your deaf sobs of pain, I will curtsy
You blown away bitch
I will keep for a souvenir your little dick

ANYBODY ELSE WANNA COME AT ME???
YES TO GET THAT PALE ASS WAXED ALL OVER
DUP...

Never bring a dull knife to a gun fight
Not when my Glock has taken your last labored breath for the night
I put your mouth out of commission
You still thumbing through those pages of Rhymes for Dummies now that you lost.. you made and wishing
Acid your ass.. the po-po still trying to identify my carved initials in your palm with all their might
I'm Ghost..  bitch... I have been your worst fright

NEXT ….

Look like you auditioning for the "Murder Mamis" urban series
Definitely different

I will take that claim my Melanin Kingpin.. you can take the chick out the hood.. but you can't take hood the chick... and that's word up.. you feel me

Ride of Die on that creed... gone

THIS IS BECOMING OVERLY REDUNDANT.

The voting results from our poet-peers: 8 to 3 favoring MTP.

I suppose your blind ass did not see under my creed the link to your fake ass Nursery rhymes... no battle... I don't hide... I kill your ass so you won't multiply

You went down trying to save your ship that had holes in before the bitch sat sail...now get the fuck out of my hood.. before you really make me mad... and I resurrect your dead ass only to fuck you up again...

Bitch!

You and I both know that most people aren't going to follow a link
at the bottom of your poem.

Even if they do, they have already seen only your side first,
OUT OF CONTEXT. You understand psychology a little I'm sure,
so tell me. WHY WOULD YOU POST ONLY YOUR SIDE OF THE BATTLE???

It seems like a subconscious admission that you might have lost.
Why not just come back over to my page,
copy and paste the full battle back to your page in a poetry submission?

Or are you conceding to defeat?

Hahaha DAMNNNN!!!

My house and my rules.. but I will let you in on little secret my pale one I am who the fuck I am.. and furthermore.. If you look back on your sinking ship..  I told you this was the corrected version.. and I stand on my own.. Therefore, since your Duck Duck Mother Goose Rap Battle was posted under my creed.. and you came at my table about this old news and posted it... it stand how it is

All fair in love in war..
Riding all in my kingdom whining like you got a clit

How can you defeat when the battle is posted.. it is what it is...

Respect The Gangsta!

Got the fuck off my page Mantisdeer (George M.)... with your fake man dick profile..

Bitch you want to battle this ass. then you best come correct, and not hide as fucking fake ass man... I smell a pretender a mile away.. and bitch that trashy cunt stink from here

Fucking clit!.. Silly rabbit tricks are for kids... and you can suck your daddy's dick and lick up on your mama's slit!

BOOM!

(Comment removed due to redundancy.)

Let's leave it up to the hood... and right about now... I could give a fuck!

Hello... hellloooo....  a bad connection.... I got your dope, your money, and your I had your bitch... like a Ghost, I'm gone...

You got my creed scribbled all over your hood

I don't know you.. who are you again... Hell naw... I don't know you... Po-po.. escort this man off my estate.. or I will, my Glock way... who is he... he is the motherfucking paper boy..

(Comment removed due to redundancy.)

YOU ARE TRYING TO ADMITTING DEFEAT BY FORFEIT.
UNFORTUNATELY, THE BATTLE ALREADY HAPPENED.
AND YOU ALREADY DECLARED YOURSELF THE VICTOR.
THEREFORE FORFEIT IS NO LONGER AFFORDED TO YOU.

Perhaps you should be reasonable about this,
and communicate like an intelligible adult.

Hold the fuck up... you all in my hood whinny.. nobody tells me shit.. I work for it or a steal it...And I do not work for man therefore, I stole it... On thing about about a battle... you let the voices speak...  

Everyone within reading range... I battled and then left like a Ghost... I posted my words for my ongoing Nun Runner Series.. Which will have a Part II

Therefore, yes, as I Queen B, I must know when to bow and give my rival poet his just due by his girly words... but not the effectiveness of the feather tapping...

Okay... I said what I had to say... now I can collect the cheap bounty that's on your head... we shall meet again bitch..

You may post on my page... and keep those tears to your fucking self..

(Comment removed due to redundancy.)

Gee.. let’s get the fuck of out of here          
This not over, it’s time to bring the fear          
Don’t bring your dead ass to New York          
Me and my boys will slaughter you where you stand and then roast you like pork          
         

Where is my closing line of this battle … you got it somewhere it should not been... you see why I went out on my fucking own...  

(Comment removed due to redundancy.)

It is in the wrong place... and it is blended in with the other comments.. and need too resend...