Rap till you drop!

Donot think your sharp to call us Trash we ain no fuckers

Your words arent any daggers

We ain no slackers

We donot take big talkers

Try to out ryhme i dare you

Ill beat you even by staring at you

Donot get your self into trouble

Challange me , and ill make you crumble.

I dont need to spit out a ryhme

ain no body got all that time

So donot think your so fine

We all got our lives , and in it we need time to shine

 

Thats the worst rappin' i ever heard

Shut up and listen to the true master , Nerd

You think you can ryhme so easily?

Dude your ryhmes are seruoisly Cheesy

You aint the primal time

Your Ryhmin was so bad , it was called a crime

I spit a killer verse

But when it comes to your ryhmes , man the're the worst

my swags through the roof

Belive its the truth

Wana know how? , bro im living proof

Bro you just got Littraly slaped

Better think twice before you try to slap back

why did you get all over my face like an air bag

dude your breathes bad

You need to step back

Your worse than skunk horde attack

You need some gum jack

Get some style points . you aint got no swag

You wont get good ryhmes if you stole my note pad

You can put this on your fridge

So everyone can read it , ive never been defeated

I aint cutting you no slack

I aint stoppin till you crack

So you better step back

Donot act like a spotlight Jack

Next time have a better ryhme , and a better stack

Rap is a sport , its for proffesionals Why u on my court?

Goodluck fag , you aint got no swag , Go get some help Its Defintly what you lack.

 

*breathes in*

*drops*

 

None of you can rap
So I'm just gonna nap.

 

My raps are the best,
gonna put you all to the test,
I'm wearing a vest,
just kidding it's a dress
i brought the tequila,
i am joseph joestar

 

Primal, shut up, you're such a huge disappointment. You're such a lonely slop, your only friends are tissues and your ointment.

You try to insult people, calling them a hipster; Meanwhile, I'm in bed, plowin' your sister!

Yeah, you may be high-class; High class in your dad's ass! My rhymes are so sublime that it should be a crime, but instead they're making it prime-time, and you are the grime stuck on the bottom of my shoe!

So listen up mister, or is it Mrs.? I'm sorry, I can't exactly tell; It's hard to see you, while you're sleepin with the fishes.

*drops the mic and walks out*

 

I'm like a giant ball of spinach
Alligator
This rap makes no sense
Refrigerator

 

this post really just lost itys sanity

Even a blind man can see that Clearly

What does one do to regean and be sane?

Tell me im beggin you , losing this post would really be a shame.

 

For the love of song​

Stop your rantin' out​

Can't you see it's wrong?​

You make me wanna shout!​

That's exactly the reason why I detest​

Evr'y variation of this kinda contest​

The only thing ya'll doin, brotha​

Is goin' on and spoutin' insults at each otha!​

Rap'n'rhyme​

Doesn't have to be so violent​

So cease talkin' bout progenitin'​

And start livin' in the moment!​

So come on, step it up​

Your verses need variation​

Place some effort in your words​

Then we're sure to be a sensation!​

Now don't take this​

The wrong way ​

M' not insultin' your style​

Just had somethin' to say​

So with that,​

I bid farewell to you​

Without further ado,​

Let us begin Round 2!​

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*Bows*​