[Left Hand Drive]

(Original post by pgreg1)
KingMessi, you lost all your credibility
When you made up the word "intertextuality"
For all I know, everything you spew is from a crap movie
Just admit bro, all you can do is copy
You don't have any natural ability
Schizophrenia? You're the one with the anxiety
I owned you in my first post and you still havn't replied properly
You just throw weak insults to cover up your inadequacy
But you don't address my points, just narcissistic, no humility
Funny how you're jelous at my intellectual proficiency
I never did English at school or uni,
Yet I still know more literature than you, "Nelly"
Seriously kid, I ain't gonna take you seriously,
You still havn't topped the first post by the libertine
Until then, you keep on dreamin'
You're right DontJudge, I should stick to poetry
Cos if my best competition is this bigot Messy
Then this rap game is completely beneath me
So, to use "intertextuality", I'm outy
You're a smudge of paint, I'm the whole tapestry

i WIN

[KingMessi]

(Original post by pgreg1)
KingMessi, you lost all your credibility
When you made up the word "intertextuality"
For all I know, everything you spew is from a crap movie
Just admit bro, all you can do is copy
You don't have any natural ability
Schizophrenia? You're the one with the anxiety
I owned you in my first post and you still havn't replied properly
You just throw weak insults to cover up your inadequacy
But you don't address my points, just narcissistic, no humility
Funny how you're jelous at my intellectual proficiency
I never did English at school or uni,
Yet I still know more literature than you, "Nelly"
Seriously kid, I ain't gonna take you seriously,
You still havn't topped the first post by the libertine
Until then, you keep on dreamin'
You're right DontJudge, I should stick to poetry
Cos if my best competition is this bigot Messy
Then this rap game is completely beneath me
So, to use "intertextuality", I'm outy
You're a smudge of paint, I'm the whole tapestry

How can you profess to know more literature than me
When you're not familiar with basic terminology
In all honesty, I expect a full apology
For you having the temerity to have bothered me
Probably you'll fabricate another delusion
Like your weak metaphors caused my confusion
And you keep calling me Nelly, I think you're perplexed
Your prefrontal cortex broken, your cranium in shreds
You call me a bigot; I beg to differ
I just hope for competition that's somewhat stiffer
How can I be jealous of your supposed proficiency
When you can't even spell 'jealous'; your deficiency
Is laughable; I implore you, return to the factory
And that's not a metaphor; it means get back to work
You can't afford to get sacked due to the fact you lurk
In places where you don't belong; this isn't your domain
Pain is all that you can expect if you deign to retain
The insane belief that your words are incisive
You jest; you must know a four-year-old could write this
Stuff you've been writing; this average banality
It's long since been over; there's a tone of finality
Emanating so loud, everyone can hear it
You should fear it; it's for you; have the sense to revere it.

[pgreg1]

(Original post by Left Hand Drive)
i WIN

+rep, brought a smile to my face xD

[Left Hand Drive]

(Original post by DontJudge)
If envy is not an emotion, then what is it?
You found out that I’m a girl, and now you’re going all explicit
In PM you were like ‘forget knowing ya, i want your ****in digits’
After I rejected you, all you could say was ‘is it...’
I’m all about feminism innit.
You support Chelsea pah! That in itself isn’t legit.

You don’t like us muslims, you’re just like the dutch.
Go back to your partner in crime T-ros, you’re acting like his crutch.
Juliets lover?! That’s absurd, I like my men thank you very much!
Just shows you have your raps pre-written on Microsoft Word.
You just copy and paste, this **** doesn’t even apply to me you turd!
Female rappers don’t match your taste, so you put me in the background, blurred.
Your raps a messy, like your username, I’m the best upcoming rapper, that’s whatchu heard



You fukin jowkaaa
You made me LMAO, rep for ya!!!

My first groupie. That is how I know Ive made it!

[ugk4life]

I hear these cats, but I ain't listening
A little faint dissing, a little scratch, a little
paint missin'
But I still gleam and glisten, hot like a
stream of piss 'n
I'm about to have ya whole team wishing
That you never got this **** started
You about to be dearly departed, you gotta
be nearly retarded
To let me hear my name mention, try'na
gain attention
Now I'm runnin' through this game lynchin'
And I heard a few cats tryna take shots on
the low
These XFL rappers tryna **** with a real pro
One thing; who named y'all the High and the
Mighty?
To me, ya'll just sound like a couple of High
Whities
You had to be on mad coke and XTC,
To think for a second, you can stand next to
me
Look, don't ever again mention my name in
ya freestyles
Or I cut off ya transmission faster than Lee
Miles
And I heard ya album , this must be
something you're new at
'Cause I rather hear a Lil' Wayne/Lil' Zane
duet
My cellphone stay ringin', like a slap in the
ear
So I hope y'all don't plan on making rap a
career
Cause ever since Heav' was in Vernon I
been burnin'
Next year, y'all be up in Rawkus, interning
And I shoulda let it known what your
government names are
To make sure you +Take It Personal+ like
Gang Starr, mother****ers

[pgreg1]

(Original post by KingMessi)
How can you profess to know more literature than me
When you're not familiar with basic terminology
In all honesty, I expect a full apology
For you having the temerity to have bothered me
Probably you'll fabricate another delusion
Like your weak metaphors caused my confusion
And you keep calling me Nelly, I think you're perplexed
Your prefrontal cortex broken, your cranium in shreds
You call me a bigot; I beg to differ
I just hope for competition that's somewhat stiffer
How can I be jealous of your supposed proficiency
When you can't even spell 'jealous'; your deficiency
Is laughable; I implore you, return to the factory
And that's not a metaphor; it means get back to work
You can't afford to get sacked due to the fact you lurk
In places where you don't belong; this isn't your domain
Pain is all that you can expect if you deign to retain
The insane belief that your words are incisive
You jest; you must know a four-year-old could write this
Stuff you've been writing; this average banality
It's long since been over; there's a tone of finality
Emanating so loud, everyone can hear it
You should fear it; it's for you; have the sense to revere it.

Yo, yo, this is pgreg livin’ it up one more time
To teach this Eminem-copying virgin that his raps are crime
But it’s fine Messy, time to put you out of your misery,
Sit back and take notes while I spit my rhapsody
Better start a new religion, ‘cos this rap needs veneration
“Nelly”, I can already feel your trepidation
You don’t have the intrepidity to conjure up validity
Keep watchin’ 8-Mile and using “average banality”
My bars, my rhymes, what I say makes you timorous
Shall I slow down? Maybe I’m too vigorous
But it’s cool, clear your mucous, be less frivolous,
And come back when you got a rhyme that’s not ridiculous
Cos honestly? Your madness suggests to me that you have syphilis
But that’s impossible for someone who’s never seen a clitoris
Anyway, why you pickin’ up on one grammatical error?
You sound like a broken record that’s run out of ideas
And why you insultin’ factory workers, have some respect bell-end
They package the dildos you shove in your anus every weekend
I ain’t even gonna read or reply to your next drivel
I got better things to do than dreaming about being Lethal Bizzle
You see, I got a future, I’m a medical student
Your diagnosis; psychosis, symptoms; insecurity, imprudence,
Your thoughts aren’t fluent, your words are pollutant
I’m just happy that I induced this amusement

[Miracle Day]

(Original post by KingMessi)



Are you going to stop soon? I assume so.
You only wrote six lines before you were like 'Gotta go'
I gotta know if you've got anything more in your flow
Boy better know I don't take kindly to deluded ego
I'd ruin your reputation but you don't have one to taint
A reprobate with such hate for me he might faint
I'd advise you don't go forever, you don't have the time
To write rhyme when you need to be earning every dime
All the time; this is crime; just take a look at mine
(My lyricism) Your rhymes couldn't slice through paper
Take a piece; write something better; we'll speak later
And then maybe you'll have written something worth rebuttal
Maybe then your metaphors will be more subtle
You scuttle in your bid to write something worth it
In the hope that my time and effort, it'll deserve it

.

Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo.
your mother is a ******* ho.
You can't talk proper.
You're common as muck, and you fancy your mother.
Well **** you, you're so gay.
You didn't ask but I feel the need to tell you anyway.
Fag, don't talk to me.
You're dumb, you're lucky to have a GCSE.
You don't need it though, coz you rob old grannies.
Take all their money and you sniff their hankies.
You want a piece of me?
Come onto Runescape and I'll scam you at the G/E.
Going there anyway to buy your mother.
Because she's so cheap, gonna **** her hard.

[Chocothunder]

(Original post by pgreg1)
Yo, yo, this is pgreg livin’ it up one more time
To teach this Eminem-copying virgin that his raps are crime
But it’s fine Messy, time to put you out of your misery,
Sit back and take notes while I spit my rhapsody
Better start a new religion, ‘cos this rap needs veneration
“Nelly”, I can already feel your trepidation
You don’t have the intrepidity to conjure up validity
Keep watchin’ 8-Mile and using “average banality”
My bars, my rhymes, what I say makes you timorous
Shall I slow down? Maybe I’m too vigorous
But it’s cool, clear your mucous, be less frivolous,
And come back when you got a rhyme that’s not ridiculous
Cos honestly? Your madness suggests to me that you have syphilis
But that’s impossible for someone who’s never seen a clitoris
Anyway, why you pickin’ up on one grammatical error?
You sound like a broken record that’s run out of ideas
And why you insultin’ factory workers, have some respect bell-end
They package the dildos you shove in your anus every weekend
I ain’t even gonna read or reply to your next drivel
I got better things to do than dreaming about being Lethal Bizzle
You see, I got a future, I’m a medical student
Your diagnosis; psychosis, symptoms; insecurity, imprudence,
Your thoughts aren’t fluent, your words are pollutant
I’m just happy that I induced this amusement

Your mum is as fat as the cat in the hat
'cept she swallowed my manly juices
also your dad is as bent as the rainbow
no wonder you aint got no brain, yo!

[KingMessi]

(Original post by pgreg1)
Yo, yo, this is pgreg livin’ it up one more time
To teach this Eminem-copying virgin that his raps are crime
But it’s fine Messy, time to put you out of your misery,
Sit back and take notes while I spit my rhapsody
Better start a new religion, ‘cos this rap needs veneration
“Nelly”, I can already feel your trepidation
You don’t have the intrepidity to conjure up validity
Keep watchin’ 8-Mile and using “average banality”
My bars, my rhymes, what I say makes you timorous
Shall I slow down? Maybe I’m too vigorous
But it’s cool, clear your mucous, be less frivolous,
And come back when you got a rhyme that’s not ridiculous
Cos honestly? Your madness suggests to me that you have syphilis
But that’s impossible for someone who’s never seen a clitoris
Anyway, why you pickin’ up on one grammatical error?
You sound like a broken record that’s run out of ideas
And why you insultin’ factory workers, have some respect bell-end
They package the dildos you shove in your anus every weekend
I ain’t even gonna read or reply to your next drivel
I got better things to do than dreaming about being Lethal Bizzle
You see, I got a future, I’m a medical student
Your diagnosis; psychosis, symptoms; insecurity, imprudence,
Your thoughts aren’t fluent, your words are pollutant
I’m just happy that I induced this amusement

Your rap needs veneration, but it sure won't get it
I'll tell you one last time, your creed is pathetic
I could tell you'd finally run out of ideas and fizzle
When you moved on from Nelly to Lethal Bizzle
Your time is over, you've lost all lustre
If that sexually charged rap is all you could muster
You're flustered; a buster who's on the cusp o'
Seeing his ending; seeing this termination
Of your persistent existence; rhymes causing disapprobation
You're a medical student? Seriously? No way? O.M.G?!
Come to Oxford at some point, maybe you'll see me
We assume of course, that you can see at all
Having your head up your own ass can't be that agreeable
Or conducive to sight, well, it might be satisfying
Since you're denying that your rhyming isn't worth decrying
I'm a virgin? I'm gay? Oh, yes, how very droll
Next you'll tell me my mother's on the pole
My father's a test-tube, I've got small genitals
I'd be more offended had I not read it all
Incredible you think that you're original
Your lack of imagination is indubitable
You can't spit at all; your rhymes hit a wall
That Neanderthal cranium contains no wit at all
I can't be in conflict with someone so pitiful.
It's critical that you attempt to engage
Your brain, try and control your rage
I gauge your gay jokes as cognitive dissonance
Overcompensating with tirades about syphilis
I presume you picked up that crap from a medical journal
Since there's not a female alive you could turn to
They spurn you; it hurts you; my friend, I comprehend
But your sexual frustration is no reason to call me a bell-end
Don't defend your delusions; don't try and pretend
That your mind's not fixated on one in your rear end
I'm not amused; I find myself bemused
That you thought your anal attacks on me wouldn't be refused.
I entreat you to stop; it was a pleasure to meet you
You've got the honour of it being me you conceded defeat to.

[KingMessi]

(Original post by Miracle Day)
Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo.
your mother is a ******* ho.
You can't talk proper.
You're common as muck, and you fancy your mother.
Well **** you, you're so gay.
You didn't ask but I feel the need to tell you anyway.
Fag, don't talk to me.
You're dumb, you're lucky to have a GCSE.
You don't need it though, coz you rob old grannies.
Take all their money and you sniff their hankies.
You want a piece of me?
Come onto Runescape and I'll scam you at the G/E.
Going there anyway to buy your mother.
Because she's so cheap, gonna **** her hard.

Come on Runescape? The epitome of an internet warrior
You can't spit to me; repeat and you couldn't be sorrier
I'm lucky to have a GCSE?
You're elated because you got 'E' in three
Your disdain and pain because I got straight 'A's and 'A*'s
And I still am so superior when it comes to bars
I have no desire to plunder from any geriatric granny
I already have your credibility, along with every other trophy
I received, I'm not deceived; this rap can only be a parody
Of a twelve-year-old with Tourettes, who's awkward socially
Saturday night, time to fire up the Runescape
Shouting and screaming, so bitter, you make the room shake
Your tomb waits; these people? I brought them
You taught them that to attack me ends in your post-mortem.

[Miracle Day]

(Original post by KingMessi)
Come on Runescape? The epitome of an internet warrior
You can't spit to me; repeat and you couldn't be sorrier
I'm lucky to have a GCSE?
You're elated because you got 'E' in three
Your disdain and pain because I got straight 'A's and 'A*'s
And I still am so superior when it comes to bars
I have no desire to plunder from any geriatric granny
I already have your credibility, along with every other trophy
I received, I'm not deceived; this rap can only be a parody
Of a twelve-year-old with Tourettes, who's awkward socially
Saturday night, time to fire up the Runescape
Shouting and screaming, so bitter, you make the room shake
Your tomb waits; these people? I brought them
You taught them that to attack me ends in your post-mortem.

Yo *****, id call you gay, but youd take that as a compliment anyway, thought you were good, thought you could ryhme, you suck so much dick you aint worth my time


Edit: This rapping is so homophobic lol -.-

[KingMessi]

(Original post by DontJudge)
If envy is not an emotion, then what is it?
You found out that I’m a girl, and now you’re going all explicit
In PM you were like ‘forget knowing ya, i want your ****in digits’
After I rejected you, all you could say was ‘is it...’
I’m all about feminism innit.
You support Chelsea pah! That in itself isn’t legit.

You don’t like us muslims, you’re just like the dutch.
Go back to your partner in crime T-ros, you’re acting like his crutch.
Juliets lover?! That’s absurd, I like my men thank you very much!
Just shows you have your raps pre-written on Microsoft Word.
You just copy and paste, this **** doesn’t even apply to me you turd!
Female rappers don’t match your taste, so you put me in the background, blurred.
Your raps a messy, like your username, I’m the best upcoming rapper, that’s whatchu heard
!

Okay, look, surely you can't be that mentally challenged?
I'll make it simple for someone this unbalanced
I don't know envy because who would I dream of being?
In this rabbit race, I've got turtles fleeing
My raps aren't generic, I won't call you a hooker
To hook a client you need to be a bit of a looker
It's futile standing cold by that junction
When you're the number one cause of erectile dysfunction
I feel some compunction; clearly you don't function
In this society; I do feel some regret
But I don't want your digits, I don't want to text
Respect the fact that you'll never reproduce
And you have no career; so for you I don't see a use
Don't be obtuse; time to begin your life as a recluse
No excuse for bringing the team I support into this dispute
I have no problem with Muslims, I need to refute
Your libel, I'll find you something like a man
Though I really advise IFV, if you can...

[DontJudge]

(Original post by RichyFrench)
I talk about cents, I talk about pence
I use whatever words I choose to break down your defence
That's right, I said choose, not choice which is what you meant
But you used the word choose so you can rhyme with the word shoes
And speaking of shoes why you got them 6 inch heels?
Didn't your mother tell you that you shouldn't steal
I know you got excited when you saw them in the closet
You quietly ran away with them concealed in your pocket
That's enough on that it's just too easy to mock it
I don't ask for head I just get it
I don't pay for sex 'cause I sell it
I got so many hoe's they think I'm santa claus
I'm running moneymaking schemes behind these closed doors
N what's with your text, it's pink
Like your mommas underwear you're holding
While you jerk into the sink
What the hell must your father think?
Man I can't think, the thoughts just make me sick

All you’re doing is defending; you’re laying out no attacks.
So I’m finding it difficult to say anything, since this is not much of a rap.
Simultaneously being able to attack and defend, is something you lack.
You’re losing ideas about what to write, my rap blog is what you tried to hack.
You’re calling me stealer? Like 2pac said...’ I DON’T GIVE A FACK!’

You’re not gonna get respected, just cos your santa clause
Your whole rap is infected, but you expected some sort of round of applause,
You’re just another authority who needs to get off their high horse.
I produce my bars within a blink; you just someone who took a rapping course.
How would you know my mothers underwear is pink
That’s the extent you go to, when you can’t find a girl to link?
You stink when it comes to chirpsing, cos this is your version of a wink..

(Original post by KingMessi)
Okay, look, surely you can't be that mentally challenged?
I'll make it simple for someone this unbalanced
I don't know envy because who would I dream of being?
In this rabbit race, I've got turtles fleeing
My raps aren't generic, I won't call you a hooker
To hook a client you need to be a bit of a looker
It's futile standing cold by that junction
When you're the number one cause of erectile dysfunction
I feel some compunction; clearly you don't function
In this society; I do feel some regret
But I don't want your digits, I don't want to text
Respect the fact that you'll never reproduce
And you have no career; so for you I don't see a use
Don't be obtuse; time to begin your life as a recluse
No excuse for bringing the team I support into this dispute
I have no problem with Muslims, I need to refute
Your libel, I'll find you something like a man
Though I really advise IFV, if you can...

You talk about how I can't reproduce, and failing prostitution is a habit.
But I thought us Asians were known to breed like rabbits?!
Your whole rap is a flop, and your erections a failure dammit!
You tried getting on top but I didn’t allow you, cos I don’t do faggits.
Half of your rap doesn't mean anything, all you do is blag it.
You might act like the others are competition, but you know I’m your real target
Because targets are aimed high, and you’ll know you’ll never achieve it.
Believe it, man I suggest that you even leave it.
You just plagiarise your raps from old CD’s, which are in pieces.

You tryna get rid of me? No i won’t budge!
Your OCD is with with me, DontJuge.
Your trying to be sweet, it’s getting all chocolaty,
but you’re the sweet that’s always left behind, call yourself fudge.
And I told ya man, stop MSNing me, please just don’t nudge!
It slows my computer down, because you’re like a Virus.
You just keep popping up, even tho no one likes you, you get that from Miley Cyrus.
You’re a paedophilic pensioner, basically you smell, please God give me a congested Sinus.
If this was a Proper rap battle, you’d see me, DJ, in the finals.

Spoiler:

Show

LOOOOOOOL
These were sick lines!!
Probs the best i've seen of urss.
and my rap is very explicit indeed :/

[Chocothunder]

(Original post by DontJudge)
All you’re doing is defending; you’re laying out no attacks.
So I’m finding it difficult to say anything, since this is not much of a rap.
Simultaneously being able to attack and defend, is something you lack.
You’re losing ideas about what to write, my rap blog is what you tried to hack.
You’re calling me stealer? Like 2pac said...’ I DON’T GIVE A FACK!’

You’re not gonna get respected, just cos your santa clause
Your whole rap is infected, but you expected some sort of round of applause,
You’re just another authority who needs to get off their high horse.
I produce my bars within a blink; you just someone who took a rapping course.
How would you know my mothers underwear is pink
That’s the extent you go to, when you can’t find a girl to link?
You stink when it comes to chirpsing, cos this is your version of a wink..




You talk about how I can't reproduce, and failing prostitution is a habit.
But I thought us Asians were known to breed like rabbits?!
Your whole rap is a flop, and your erections a failure dammit!
You tried getting on top but I didn’t allow you, cos I don’t do faggits.
Half of your rap doesn't mean anything, all you do is blag it.
You might act like the others are competition, but you know I’m your real target
Because targets are aimed high, and you’ll know you’ll never achieve it.
Believe it, man I suggest that you even leave it.
You just plagiarise your raps from old CD’s, which are in pieces.

You tryna get rid of me? No i won’t budge!
Your OCD is with with me, DontJuge.
Your trying to be sweet, it’s getting all chocolaty,
but you’re the sweet that’s always left behind, call yourself fudge.
And I told ya man, stop MSNing me, please just don’t nudge!
It slows my computer down, because you’re like a Virus.
You just keep popping up, even tho no one likes you, you get that from Miley Cyrus.
You’re a paedophilic pensioner, basically you smell, please God give me a congested Sinus.
If this was a Proper rap battle, you’d see me, DJ, in the finals.

Spoiler:

Show

LOOOOOOOL
These were sick lines!!
Probs the best i've seen of urss.
and my rap is very explicit indeed :/

Yo mamma's clunge is just like a bucket,
No wonder she keep beggin' me to **** it,
To be honest I'm startin' to think it a bit sad,
'Specially since she revealed I'm yo dad!

[Chocothunder]

(Original post by DontJudge)
I like cats.
Cats..or maybe rats.
Or or or maybe even bats.
So i sat.
And i thought.
I think i prefer a hat.
I think a deserve a pat on the back.
Yeeeyyyyyy



Tell me that wasn't sick?!

Yo rappin' was real bad,
Maybe even quite sad,
But to be honest I'm quite glad,
Winning should be easy coz yo so mad.

[Chocothunder]

(Original post by DontJudge)
oooohh i got 6 pence jolly jolly 6pence,
i got 6 pence to something something life..
i got 2 pence to spend and
2 pence to lend
and 2 spend to on my hubby ...that dusnt even rhyme
rollin' hommmee, rollin' home, as i gooo rollin' homeee..


That is some sick gangster lyrics bro, i doubt you can top that.

Yo momma's a slut,
I did her in da butt,
I enjoyed it, but,
She looks like a mutt,
Or maybe even the Hutt,
Jabba, that's whut,
I'm talkin' abut, yo.

Lyrically burned, you were. Scorched.

[RichyFrench]

(Original post by DontJudge)
All you’re doing is defending; you’re laying out no attacks.
So I’m finding it difficult to say anything, since this is not much of a rap.
Simultaneously being able to attack and defend, is something you lack.
You’re losing ideas about what to write, my rap blog is what you tried to hack.
You’re calling me stealer? Like 2pac said...’ I DON’T GIVE A FACK!’

You’re not gonna get respected, just cos your santa clause
Your whole rap is infected, but you expected some sort of round of applause,
You’re just another authority who needs to get off their high horse.
I produce my bars within a blink; you just someone who took a rapping course.
How would you know my mothers underwear is pink
That’s the extent you go to, when you can’t find a girl to link?
You stink when it comes to chirpsing, cos this is your version of a wink..

Lack, hack fack? Yo your rhymes are wack
Don't turn your back 'cause it's my time to attack
Against you it's impossible that I would lose ideas
'Cause it's impossible to notice that you're riddled with fears
I don't blame you, you're a girl and you're messing in the wrong game
You must be insane; can we get this doctor to come scan her brain?
Don't get me wrong I still believe in equal opportunity
Give everyone the chance to go to university
But it's clear to see when you're dissing me
You never finished school and probably belong in nursery
'Cause unlike me you never could commit to revision
And now you just sit in front of the television
Watchin' trash TV, like Glee and Jeremy Kyle
That's more your style. That's more your nature
Please go on TV so you can see I'm not the only one to hate ya
God I hope this can be a learning experience for you
'Cause you seem to watch Top Gear on BBC 2
You must be into cars you referenced Jeremy Clarkson
I pray that he could teach you how to parallel park son

[KingMessi]

(Original post by DontJudge)
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You talk about how I can't reproduce, and failing prostitution is a habit.
But I thought us Asians were known to breed like rabbits?!
Your whole rap is a flop, and your erections a failure dammit!
You tried getting on top but I didn’t allow you, cos I don’t do faggits.
Half of your rap doesn't mean anything, all you do is blag it.
You might act like the others are competition, but you know I’m your real target
Because targets are aimed high, and you’ll know you’ll never achieve it.
Believe it, man I suggest that you even leave it.
You just plagiarise your raps from old CD’s, which are in pieces.

You tryna get rid of me? No i won’t budge!
Your OCD is with with me, DontJuge.
Your trying to be sweet, it’s getting all chocolaty,
but you’re the sweet that’s always left behind, call yourself fudge.
And I told ya man, stop MSNing me, please just don’t nudge!
It slows my computer down, because you’re like a Virus.
You just keep popping up, even tho no one likes you, you get that from Miley Cyrus.
You’re a paedophilic pensioner, basically you smell, please God give me a congested Sinus.
If this was a Proper rap battle, you’d see me, DJ, in the finals.

Asians do breed like rabbits, that's why you got disowned
Because you'll never be bringing a grandchild home
To your mother and father; this battle goes no farther
I carve a, gaping hole in any challenger like molten lava
I charge a, rap up to full voltage, henceforth it shocks you
I pinged you on MSN? Bitch please, I blocked you
I clocked you hoping for liaisons with this master
I rhyme faster, half-caste who knew you couldn't last a
Second in synchrony with this seducer
I don't want you, no hope of calling a truce or
Ceasefire; I breathe fire; the enforcer
Leave your words left in the past like Chaucer's
Your analogy's are useless; comparing me to Miley Cyrus?
I can tell you left school without gaining any Minors
Or Majors, you just got every Sexually Transmitted Virus
I could be a paedophilic pensioner; you could be a six-year old nymphet
The end result would still be my sceptre; you'd shrink it
This isn't a proper rap battle? That's why you're involved
I told you, try and reproduce before you get too old
Hear that sound? Your biological clocks ticking
Your telomeres are shortening; so why are you spitting?
And I'm fine with suffering from this OCD
It means I would never get involved with this infested groupie.

Spoiler:

Show

Thanks.

[Reform]

I ain't into all that he say she say
yeah I said it once no instant replay
cause I got a hunch that'll cause harm
and I aint referring to notre dame
cause I'm not ya muum, be cooking beef
like I burnt a farm, in gas mode
ain't calm, Black ops ting, napalm
with a 3.0 killstreak, call me the terminator
cause 'I'll be back', ya real neeks
nah I retract, it's real peak
I don't know what I said, guess I'm a real G.

[youngzwavey]

think you need a poll at the top so people can vote on who won