Rap Battle Time!!! Bring it!

You fake, I mess you up so bad you need to rehabilitate.
And for god's sake get some better words, you suck with all your racist sler.
Now get washed away by my man made rhymes i will dominate you 5 times, kill you 7 and rape you 8.
Its your destiny to loose except your fate.
Open the gates, of hell.
And be engulfed in the darkness in which the demons dwell.

34 minutes to reply? I replied after 8 minutes and with my smooth flow.
Your brain is like a Trojan-infested processor, cause you are so slow.
I bet you don't even listen to real rap, you listen to Miley Cyrus.
What a disgusting fuck, I'll cripple you with my musical virus.
You got ugly rhymes, like a fucked-up financial plan.
I'll imprison and stone you with my lyrics, like capital punishment in Iran
My spit will puncture you like a 5.7x28mm round from an FN Five Seven.
I'm gonna demolish you verbally two times in a row, just like what happened in 9/11.

I would like to make a toast
to the gangsta who violated my post.
After all the harsh browns & shots,
served by two overimaginative goats,
He -repped it like a boss.
And, being the rapstar that he was,
the tough boy continued exerting cool noises
without understanding the ridiculousness of the choice that he made:
Coming here (to a Jacob's hentai porno site),
Spewing crap (pretending he be in a nigga fight).
U mad? Hell, even Badguy's rap song had more meaning conveyed.
Reading slogans written on the toilet walls of his junior high;
Put the gun down, bro, least Tegumi comes and hurts your pride.
Kanpai Bitches.

you gave me a swell idea

inb4 'going to hell'

Yo check it uh
I -insert gang reference here-
then I -insert act of crime-
before you -curse word- come and see -sexual reference-
I'll -confession to murder here- then -talk about large income of money-
-drug reference- and smoke you -curse word-
word nigga
-repeat-

Widdly scuds

I like Turkish Delights sittin' in my tummy
I eat them all up cuz dey is so yummy
But when I eat too much, I get all gassy
So I eat them in moderation cuz I'm so darn classy
Mac' N Cheese is my favorite food
Cuz that's the meal of choice in dah motha fuckin hood
Willy Wonka should just make a cheese factory
Because holy shit that'd be the place for me
I ride a dinosaur evuryday to work
I be passin all dah ladies with a lil smirk
Bitches dont be knowin bout my fuckin T-Rex
It gets em all horny so I can have sex

I'll shoot you with my verbal projectiles, like RPGs from the Afghan mujaheddin.
Assault you verbally and end up massacred like Palestinian residents of Jenin
I won't let this battle end like the Battle of Antietam.
But I'll make sure that you'll have a hard time like American GIs in Vietnam.
Like what Viking raiders do, I'll ensured that your lines will be pillaged and plundered.
I'll drop my rhymes on you like what B-52s did in Operation Rolling Thunder
If you're that slick, I'll call you the punk-ass Exxon Mobil.
But my lines are still radioactive-hot like fuel rods back there in Chernobyl.
I forgot to add, they're in the same level as Fukushima.
So I'll probably compare my blast radius to Hiroshima.

Yo yo yo

....


I got nothin'

The military knowledge you poses can impress
and is only surpassed by your underage urge for wangsta scurge.
That shit should be purged. Or merged
with recycle bin if not handled,
nah meen? You don't? Cuz you're a retard
And it's so hard washing the crap out of your half-dollar brain
with my safeguard when you just cockly dismantle
my earnest endeavor. Consider it nettle and blindly devour with your redfont [size=10]c[/h]rap art.
Oh Shit, you just activated my Jet Li trap card.
That insistence to battle deserved equivalent paddle
so don't be hatin' on me now.

Don't presume that I'm younger, I can see your stammer.
If you're using a mallet, I'll be using Lucifer's hammer.
Wangsta shit, I'll tie you to a medieval pillory.
My rhymes are more complex that a CIA conspiracy theory.
I'll give you a smile with my knife, like what they do in Dundee.
My rhymes will stab you in the heart like Luigi Lucheni.
It's not all about military, it's all about historical references.
Like a slave trader sorting blacks about the buyer's skin preferences.
And my lines will screw your brain cause it's like DNA Sequencing and genetics.
Now get the fuck out you mentally-challenge fuck, inb4 Nazi Eugenics.

Motherfucker, your lines don't even rhyme.

I lie to you and all your crew
This battle is so boring you fucking newb
Now I will drop the mic and say "Oooooo..."
"drop mic"


....."Ooooooo"

I wasn't saying you were younger,
just your hunger
for playing with pussy threats
nets you the look of a child
and that's vile in my book.
So I took my time participating
in these nigga songs, agitating
your mobster dung but you be fainting
slowness. Such devoutness to prattling
is hopeless. Know this:
The furnace of respect is earned with act,
no gaff shot from your back can convert the toll.
Words are sold. So don't repeat. Learn your goal
and may god have mercy on your soul.
I quit

Yo, yo yo
You be talkin yo-yos
While I be smakin dem hoes
So go back n' play with your toys
While I gag your mom with this flow
and I ain't talkin about words
I'm talking about my sperm
So look away like the child you are
and know I'll be riding her real hard

A child? My mental age is way higher than you.
Compare to you, you're IQ must be below 72.
You're a maggot fighting against a titan, you need a bigger stick.
Your rhymes sucks like a hooker choking on her first dick.
I'm a veteran lyricist, I've been into battles.
And I foresee your fucking teeth and your knees will rattle.
You can not harm me, I'm tougher than Military-grade titanium.
And my lyrics hit harder than a 30mm round of Depleted Uranium.
I'm going to finish you off, like a mercenary there in Libya.
You'll disappear and without a trace, like a coke-dealer in Bolivia.
Your rhymes are ugly as fuck, the Rhyming is just a "chamba"
If you're a Rattlesnake, then I'm a Black Mamba.
I'll execute you like the Bastitan loyalists back in Revoluccion Cubana.
And I'll storm you down like a cocaine-enraged Tony Montana.

You're welcome.

AHHHHHHH BE SMELLIN SUM WHITE TRASH DAT NEEDS SUM TAKEN OUTS

Your rhymes don't hold weight like a sheet of aluminum foil.
It'll devastate you like what happened in the spill caused by BP Oil.
I'm challenging you for days, but you went M.I.A.
Just like an MKULTRA subject of the C.I.A.
Show up, stop hiding, you motherfucking cabron, puto.
I'll mow you down and bomb you like what happened to Benazir Bhutto.
I won't reply so seriously to lessen your pain,
So get the fuck out of your hole like Saddam Hussein.
I heard that you like to eat humans, to cannibalize.
So I came here to teach you, to get you civilized.
So prepare for war, like a Battle-ready Knights Templar,
Cause my lines are good enough to pass through level 3 Kevlar.

I love you. This made my day.