POETRY/RAP battle Part III aka The Lion's Den

[mcguyver]

More from the mystery big cat Assist with the embed please?


I'm tiger not panther, I grow tired of your banter/
My flow is sicker than any form of lymphatic cancer/
Now answer me this, what the fuck I'm 'posed to do with all these victims?/
Devour 'em slow, rip 'em apart or let the rest of my den sick 'em?/
I stick to my stealth waiting for my prey to emerge/
But with the current bunch I see my appetite starts to surge/
Fuck a lion when I'm Siberian/
Your lion's Arcadian vs. Maximus the Iberian/
I don't get fooled with toilet paper, to throw off my equilibrium/
Not showing my face to expiring ninjas, when I exact to killin 'em/
Whether I'm visible or not - blood's the same, the shit will spill again/
I'm peelin' men, back from their facial features to viscera/
Tiger vs. Lion, that's like NYC compared to Ithaca/
No contest - ma I'm blessed with skill and speed/
Ferociousness, cunning killer instinct dwells within my breed/
Heed my warning, you send boys to compete against grown men/
Is like throwin' lion cubs into a tiger's den/

IZZY, you don't have to pass this along cause I know he's reading it. Fuk has the den come to?


So you sent Izzy to brighten things up with your boring ass banter
Who gives a fuck if you lion or panther?
Please stay annonymous
matter of fact save us
from the tacky,lack luster shit you had Izzy post.
You get no props for bullshit you, yourself are too scared to drop
A ferocious killer you are not
You 1/2 mile from the den hiding behind a tree throwing rocks
Fuk is this annonymous shit
I'm bout to swell an annonymous lip
May I point out you claiming to be putting in work
while hiding behind Izzy's skirt.
I suggest you continue to lurk
Its obvious you scared to get merked.

 

[ladyscorpio]

yeah dats right Mc you would think by now these cubs would know better

IZZY, you don't have to pass this along cause I know he's reading it. Fuk has the den come to?


So you sent Izzy to brighten things up with your boring ass banter
Who gives a fuck if you lion or panther?
Please stay annonymous
matter of fact save us
from the tacky,lack luster shit you had Izzy post.
You get no props for bullshit you, yourself are too scared to drop
A ferocious killer you are not
You 1/2 mile from the den hiding behind a tree throwing rocks
Fuk is this annonymous shit
I'm bout to swell an annonymous lip
May I point out you claiming to be putting in work
while hiding behind Izzy's skirt.
I suggest you continue to lurk
Its obvious you scared to get merked.

 

[Izayoi]

The invisible cat strikes again.
He basically saying fuck all yall

**************

Someone needs to shut the fuck up - watch and enjoy the bloodshed/
Straight faced icons - mean there's nothing of value to be said/
Now go to bed, and let grown men handle their business/
Before Scorpio gets stinger ripped out and thorax ate with pint of Guiness/
Massacre not finished, I insist upon your silence/
I bludgeon these ninjas so badly have KRS ONE shouting "Stop the Violence"/

Shane"BP", you pumpin' my gas or a faggot's ass?/
I'm not homosexual but your rhymes are queer, that's why I had to ask/
I'll take a pass, let you step your skill up for another day/
Call me Chucky, because battlin' you is Child's Play/

Red Munkey vs. Me is like simeon vs gorilla/
With one powerful blow I snap his back with spina bifida/
With fist the width of a baseball mitt I rip this monkey surgically/
WIth rhymes potent I'm killin' this clown like lethal herbal tea/
Verbally Red - is no match for my color prism spectrum/
His being absorbed - sliced up into photons while I dissect him/

Now owl you're respected but I'm on the prowl/
I know you're a different class of bird but I'll devour you like you were fowl/
Speakin' of foul, I'm now steppin' out of bounds/
To verbally smack your ass with sentence structure and pronouns/
I'm profoundly bound to beat the fuck out of any opponent/
Your lyrical syllogism is not one of your best proponents/
Keep chillin' with Jung and get hung - with rotting psych professors and dead poets/

I think today I have had my fill/
I crush some valerian root and with a swig of water I begin to chill/
Leave you my bill - since you wanted in the arena an assassin/
Stop asking for blood or I'll tear you open and give you an aspirin/
Just to thin it out and relieve you of a headache/
I'll come back to the arena for more battle at a later date....

 

[ladyscorpio]

The invisible cat strikes again.
He basically saying fuck all yall

**************

Someone needs to shut the fuck up - watch and enjoy the bloodshed/
Straight faced icons - mean there's nothing of value to be said/
Now go to bed, and let grown men handle their business/
Before Scorpio gets stinger ripped out and thorax ate with pint of Guiness/
Massacre not finished, I insist upon your silence/
I bludgeon these ninjas so badly have KRS ONE shouting "Stop the Violence"/

Shane"BP", you pumpin' my gas or a faggot's ass?/
I'm not homosexual but your rhymes are queer, that's why I had to ask/
I'll take a pass, let you step your skill up for another day/
Call me Chucky, because battlin' you is Child's Play/

Red Munkey vs. Me is like simeon vs gorilla/
With one powerful blow I snap his back with spina bifida/
With fist the width of a baseball mitt I rip this monkey surgically/
WIth rhymes potent I'm killin' this clown like lethal herbal tea/
Verbally Red - is no match for my color prism spectrum/
His being absorbed - sliced up into photons while I dissect him/

Now owl you're respected but I'm on the prowl/
I know you're a different class of bird but I'll devour you like you were fowl/
Speakin' of foul, I'm now steppin' out of bounds/
To verbally smack your ass with sentence structure and pronouns/
I'm profoundly bound to beat the fuck out of any opponent/
Your lyrical syllogism is not one of your best proponents/
Keep chillin' with Jung and get hung - with rotting psych professors and dead poets/

I think today I have had my fill/
I crush some valerian root and with a swig of water I begin to chill/
Leave you my bill - since you wanted in the arena an assassin/
Stop asking for blood or I'll tear you open and give you an aspirin/
Just to thin it out and relieve you of a headache/
I'll come back to the arena for more battle at a later date....

 

[Izayoi]

Hey I'm just the messenger sis!

 

[shanebp1978]

Dude are you trippin?
On some Lindsey Lohan, always showing your kitten
The floor is bone dry, still your slippin
This is Shane pimpin
When I club
the girls ain't standing in line for the bathroom . . . .
Anyway . . .Wrong rhyme

Back to you
An your expensive words
ostensive verbs
I can tell you scary, you get tense in the 'Burbs

Keep it slick
keep it simple for success
Your not giving enough relation, like the East did the West
You spittin a used Thesaurus
And I bet it ain't even your best

When you should be cyclone spinnin the rest
They ask for 5, put 10 in their chest
send 'em with bless, winners wear the crests

Of Holy Poet Monks of Sen-a-gall
The Matrix mind prison, we seen the inner wall
Broke free and stand sinner tall
Flow on the beat when the riddim fall
Squeeze triggers like Ray Charles but hit 'em all

If this battle continues eye for an eye
Red, We'll both go blind
But I'll make a Muslim testify
in a Baptist church he changed his mind
I teach Catholics to test the lies
An study the pain of time
Across the world under the Pope's reign of crime
When the constellations fall, Shane will Shine
The core of G2V SOL is the Same as mine!

But there is no Repent
By a Bajan rhyme/crime heiress I was sent
To leave bodies bloody and rent
Your a teenager on Crystal lake, I'm Jason in your tent
But I came early 'cause it's Friday the tenth
the early bird
splits the word
Or so I've heard
told by Dark angels reincarnated as Bums with speeches slurred
My Reach is curved
Red, your not ready to sit a meal at this table
If I was you, I'd concede and Seek to serve

I think Shane B, has a need to repent.
If I sneeze in the wind,
through a trail of sequenced events, hurricane season begins.
I'm the unseen reason that gave Katrina her spin.
No need to hawk fluid, to cause a start to it.
No comments towards Jews,
it's just Holocaust music.
The cackling of fire as it's snapping and it's rising
higher than ladders to Allah, that crashed when he realized
that these Arabic guys wouldn't put their plans to the side.
My steps are checking in
as the next tenants'
to rent, an indefinite length of time
where I, accept the shine, and exercise my mind
and the mc set in the light, tinged with a hint of lime
gets a chance to represent, everything he designs.
Me being the underdog, hmm, story of my life.
I don't care about worn and tired
bums and crackheads, who get it on with Tae-Bo
and then consider themselves warriors of Light.
Maybe it's me, but that glory just isn't right.
The dead you let speak, give their lines from a script.
Which I dropped from a fishing line
into the bottom of their crypt.
They caught onto the rhyme scheme, and feed you hooks.
That I encoded to give the appearance
of an ancient language's legal book.
Earthquake your DNA strands, leave all your people shook.
Evil looks given by pupils of my students
who view the usage of not being abusive as stupid.
There's no appetite for destruction
I'm simply a victim made, sick in the brain
from the itch and crave
to initiate a situation ending in ways
that'll have ammunition sprayed.
I'm starting to believe that you forced your desire
to be heterosexual into a distant and far exile.
No more of this lying.
Shane is ice cold
I'm reminiscent of liquor stores during the Watts Riots.
The bars are on fire.

 

[ladyscorpio]

*breathes deep* ahhhhh yes intoxicating.....
thats my Dexter right there. Red you didn't stand a chance

Izzy he gives me them constantly... you know what I mean I know you know

Dude are you trippin?
On some Lindsey Lohan, always showing your kitten
The floor is bone dry, still your slippin
This is Shane pimpin
When I club
the girls ain't standing in line for the bathroom . . . .
Anyway . . .Wrong rhyme

Back to you
An your expensive words
ostensive verbs
I can tell you scary, you get tense in the 'Burbs

Keep it slick
keep it simple for success
Your not giving enough relation, like the East did the West
You spittin a used Thesaurus
And I bet it ain't even your best

When you should be cyclone spinnin the rest
They ask for 5, put 10 in their chest
send 'em with bless, winners wear the crests

Of Holy Poet Monks of Sen-a-gall
The Matrix mind prison, we seen the inner wall
Broke free and stand sinner tall
Flow on the beat when the riddim fall
Squeeze triggers like Ray Charles but hit 'em all

If this battle continues eye for an eye
Red, We'll both go blind
But I'll make a Muslim testify
in a Baptist church he changed his mind
I teach Catholics to test the lies
An study the pain of time
Across the world under the Pope's reign of crime
When the constellations fall, Shane will Shine
The core of G2V SOL is the Same as mine!

But there is no Repent
By a Bajan rhyme/crime heiress I was sent
To leave bodies bloody and rent
Your a teenager on Crystal lake, I'm Jason in your tent
But I came early 'cause it's Friday the tenth
the early bird
splits the word
Or so I've heard
told by Dark angels reincarnated as Bums with speeches slurred
My Reach is curved
Red, your not ready to sit a meal at this table
If I was you, I'd concede and Seek to serve

 

[Izayoi]

Remember MC- I just the messenger.
Mystery Cat strikes back:

All righty Mcgrubber - you're dumber than I thought to go PUSH ME/
You're already about 4 inches from BECOMIN' A PUSSY/ (y'all get it? lol)
I be CUMMIN' IN PUSSY - while you be wet dreamin' your MATTRESS/
Got cohonas big enough to fit on the shoulders of ATLAS/
Before you say I'm homo for the last line I spit in my VERSE/
I get more female ass than a sofa, supported more diaphrams than a PURSE/
But back to the task at hand - destroyin' this guy's CHARACTER/
With one pelvic thrust - I crush through his boo's uterine BARRIER/
More ferocious than a TERRIER - with rabid bite as the CARRIER/
Come within me under 6 feet - and I promise you I'll BURY YA/
I SWEAR TO YA grave - I'll CANE your ass worst than ERICA/
TAKE CARE OF YA business - put up an assault like JET HARRIERS/
No hiding is necessary for this seasoned VET/
Captain Izayoi said dispatch this fool - so I can clear the DECK/
You bein' denied - worst than 500 score CREDIT CHECK/
You SUSPECT nigga - tryin' to figure out my DIALECT/
Keep the stalker shit on a minimum - and DIAL LESS/
I DISSECT your rhymes into nothing - you stand looking PERPLEXED/
Nobody to help your ass out this CLUSTERFUCK/
SUCKYAMUDDA SCUNT - As I smoke this BLUNT/
I put ashes out on YOUR MOTHER'S CUNT/
Now you cratchin' your head why no one's helpin' ya out - as you wonder WHY/
The only hand you get - is from a dude beatin' DICK that's scathed and DRY/

IZZY, you don't have to pass this along cause I know he's reading it. Fuk has the den come to?


So you sent Izzy to brighten things up with your boring ass banter
Who gives a fuck if you lion or panther?
Please stay annonymous
matter of fact save us
from the tacky,lack luster shit you had Izzy post.
You get no props for bullshit you, yourself are too scared to drop
A ferocious killer you are not
You 1/2 mile from the den hiding behind a tree throwing rocks
Fuk is this annonymous shit
I'm bout to swell an annonymous lip
May I point out you claiming to be putting in work
while hiding behind Izzy's skirt.
I suggest you continue to lurk
Its obvious you scared to get merked.

 

[mcguyver]

Remember MC- I just the messenger.
Mystery Cat strikes back:

All righty Mcgrubber - you're dumber than I thought to go PUSH ME/
You're already about 4 inches from BECOMIN' A PUSSY/ (y'all get it? lol)
I be CUMMIN' IN PUSSY - while you be wet dreamin' your MATTRESS/
Got cohonas big enough to fit on the shoulders of ATLAS/
Before you say I'm homo for the last line I spit in my VERSE/
I get more female ass than a sofa, supported more diaphrams than a PURSE/
But back to the task at hand - destroyin' this guy's CHARACTER/
With one pelvic thrust - I crush through his boo's uterine BARRIER/
More ferocious than a TERRIER - with rabid bite as the CARRIER/
Come within me under 6 feet - and I promise you I'll BURY YA/
I SWEAR TO YA grave - I'll CANE your ass worst than ERICA/
TAKE CARE OF YA business - put up an assault like JET HARRIERS/
No hiding is necessary for this seasoned VET/
Captain Izayoi said dispatch this fool - so I can clear the DECK/
You bein' denied - worst than 500 score CREDIT CHECK/
You SUSPECT nigga - tryin' to figure out my DIALECT/
Keep the stalker shit on a minimum - and DIAL LESS/
I DISSECT your rhymes into nothing - you stand looking PERPLEXED/
Nobody to help your ass out this CLUSTERFUCK/
SUCKYAMUDDA SCUNT - As I smoke this BLUNT/
I put ashes out on YOUR MOTHER'S CUNT/
Now you cratchin' your head why no one's helpin' ya out - as you wonder WHY/
The only hand you get - is from a dude beatin' DICK that's scathed and DRY/

Fuk loading bullets
I'm firing kibbles 'n' bits
cause its obvious you on a bitch trip
Trying to damage control on the faggot shit you tried to spit
why you worried about my dick
yep that shit's got me perplexed
Your so called ferociousness from the beginning was suspect
I told Izzy I was gonna fall back and let you do your thing
but you mentioned my name now I gotta disintergrate your chin.
So take your last flintstone vitamin
straighten out your limp wrist
and make a fist
Yeah I know fighting back is useless
But for once be a man and break out of the ferocios bitchassness
My task is to take out the trash
flush the fecal mass
or as Izzy like to call you annonymous
If its a pelvic thrust you lust
Holla at your mom's but beware of the tusk
everyone knows she's one gene away from a walrus
BTW ole chap
I suggest you ask her to remove the rusted fool's gold caps.

 

[ladyscorpio]

smh...now Izzy you know I got me some love for him right but yeah tell him i gave him the face. Pussy

Remember MC- I just the messenger.
Mystery Cat strikes back:

All righty Mcgrubber - you're dumber than I thought to go PUSH ME/
You're already about 4 inches from BECOMIN' A PUSSY/ (y'all get it? lol)
I be CUMMIN' IN PUSSY - while you be wet dreamin' your MATTRESS/
Got cohonas big enough to fit on the shoulders of ATLAS/
Before you say I'm homo for the last line I spit in my VERSE/
I get more female ass than a sofa, supported more diaphrams than a PURSE/
But back to the task at hand - destroyin' this guy's CHARACTER/
With one pelvic thrust - I crush through his boo's uterine BARRIER/
More ferocious than a TERRIER - with rabid bite as the CARRIER/
Come within me under 6 feet - and I promise you I'll BURY YA/
I SWEAR TO YA grave - I'll CANE your ass worst than ERICA/
TAKE CARE OF YA business - put up an assault like JET HARRIERS/
No hiding is necessary for this seasoned VET/
Captain Izayoi said dispatch this fool - so I can clear the DECK/
You bein' denied - worst than 500 score CREDIT CHECK/
You SUSPECT nigga - tryin' to figure out my DIALECT/
Keep the stalker shit on a minimum - and DIAL LESS/
I DISSECT your rhymes into nothing - you stand looking PERPLEXED/
Nobody to help your ass out this CLUSTERFUCK/
SUCKYAMUDDA SCUNT - As I smoke this BLUNT/
I put ashes out on YOUR MOTHER'S CUNT/
Now you cratchin' your head why no one's helpin' ya out - as you wonder WHY/
The only hand you get - is from a dude beatin' DICK that's scathed and DRY/

yeah Mc these wanna be lions need to be put in their places

Fuk loading bullets
I'm firing kibbles 'n' bits
cause its obvious you on a bitch trip
Trying to damage control on the faggot shit you tried to spit
why you worried about my dick
yep that shit's got me perplexed
Your so called ferociousness from the beginning was suspect
I told Izzy I was gonna fall back and let you do your thing
but you mentioned my name now I gotta disintergrate your chin.
So take your last flintstone vitamin
straighten out your limp wrist
and make a fist
Yeah I know fighting back is useless
But for once be a man and break out of the ferocios bitchassness
My task is to take out the trash
flush the fecal mass
or as Izzy like to call you annonymous
If its a pelvic thrust you lust
Holla at your mom's but beware of the tusk
everyone knows she's one gene away from a walrus
BTW ole chap
I suggest you ask her to remove the rusted fool's gold caps.

 

[Izayoi]

smh...now Izzy you know I got me some love for him right but yeah tell him i gave him the face. Pussy

yeah Mc these wanna be lions need to be put in their places

This gonna REALLY set ya off sis
I think he likes that face you make.


MC....DUDE - hahahha....
Just statin' you pussy - not concerned with your DICK NIGGA/
Makin' sure SOL notices that you a BITCH NIGGA/
Go DIG A DITCH NIGGA - After I'm done with you, you can JUMP IN/
You holdin' more seed from swallowin' - then that of a PUMPKIN/
What you homo or SOMETHIN'? - TRASH MAN gets merked in a TRASH CAN/
Keep fuckin' with me - Have your body parts wrapped up in AFGHANS/
DAMN you WACK MAN - quoting P-Diddy worst than I thought FAM/
Got better thought PLAN - take your ass to go get a CAT SCAN/
'Cause you must be out your fuckin' MIND- Please RESIGN /
'Cause you quickly runnin' out of fuckin' TIME - you see fuckin' SWINE/
KIND of funny - this lame thinks that he can hit my CHIN/
That's like immigration takin' out all of the MEXICANS - It's not Happenin'/
While you swallowin' rocks Rock - I'm downin' a fuckin' HEINEKEN/
I'm fuckin' my women friends - you Talkin' bout Flintstone VITAMINS/
You fuckin' VILLAGE IDIOT/
I come in your house, take what I want - rape and PILLAGE IT/
Your rhymes fallin' off - I continue to stay DILLIGENT/
Talkin' shit you don't understand - rearrange your fuckin' GENOME/
Break down molecular structure - change aldehydes into KETONES/
For the lady....hahahaha
Oh now Imma pussy? - but I recall you askin' for DICK PICS
Funny how the tables have turned - But you still askin' to come and LICK THIS/
Now stop with the BITCHNESS - Come off the FUCKIN' PERIOD/
I'm SERIOUS - Playin' favorites gotta stop...FUCKIN' PERIOD/
I thought you better than that - but I GUESS NOT/
You worst than a pornstar caught on tape dodgin' a fuckin' WET SHOT/
Be a woman 'BOUT IT - I TOUTED you better than this YES/
Destroyin' your fuckin' flunkies is better than gifts on CHRISTMAS/
I'm leavin' them PISSLESS - out of fear they soakin' the FLOOR/
I'm startin' to BORE - your lions are weak, your feelings are SORE/
I don't resort to callin' women out their names no MORE/
But I guess since this is battle you'd be considered a WHORE/
Whatever said in battle stays in the ROOM/
Forewarned - can't be responsible for lethal blows straight to the WOMB/
I tried to EXHUME - the victims for the graves UNNECESSARY/
But I continue pile them up - makin' an SOL CEMETERY/

 

[owl]

^^^^^^

What The Fuck Did I Miss?

 

[owl]

Well since you're definitely in the brown,
or the next position
why is it that you gave an Up'n Comer
disrespective gestures of recognition?
Hellen Keller situation, I sense some sense is missing.
I don't heel to your rules, I damage ankles
You witness a whore, who does that make you from the camera angle?
Kind of odd to watch another person fornicate and enjoy it...
Nah, fuck that, I support Slam, I don't avoid it
Michael Moorcock and Scott McClellan?
You're the butt ugly mug of a bulgy woman after I've drunken juggs of booze and fumed up numerous rooms with Buddha spliffs.
Truthfully, I don't think I could take you serious.
Wait.
That's a period.
Continue and follow the path I've mapped out for you.
The twist and turns are the times
in which you find yourself lost among the trivial possessions of this life.
If you have faith in what cannot be bought
Then, in the snares of this trap jazz instrumental, you can't be lost.
The lips I touch are the ones of my soul,
In which a cunning lynguist is born from lust for this flow
I study women and their given ability to reproduce
Study the science in a graveyard of solitude
I see it as amazingly basic,
take the facts that you're faced with
replace it with what you think could create a reverse sitaution.
Through understanding an answer, you could re-arrange the question
So, I sketch formulas on how to bring forth scores of morgues and corroners.
I'm the feeling you would get if you choose to stand still,
stop, and think about the back of this hammer
you've just yanked out of the back of a man's skull.
Google's my collection of sidenotes that I wrote
as my mind spoke to blind folk with hiero's.
My ass is lettuce light
from the wealth of knowledge and intelligence
that I was going to expedite to infect your mind.
Nevermind, your skill level is still leveled
to the temperature of chilled metal.

I can't even find a reason to try...
This is your hand-out.

The invisible cat strikes again.
He basically saying fuck all yall

**************

Someone needs to shut the fuck up - watch and enjoy the bloodshed/
Straight faced icons - mean there's nothing of value to be said/
Now go to bed, and let grown men handle their business/
Before Scorpio gets stinger ripped out and thorax ate with pint of Guiness/
Massacre not finished, I insist upon your silence/
I bludgeon these ninjas so badly have KRS ONE shouting "Stop the Violence"/

Shane"BP", you pumpin' my gas or a faggot's ass?/
I'm not homosexual but your rhymes are queer, that's why I had to ask/
I'll take a pass, let you step your skill up for another day/
Call me Chucky, because battlin' you is Child's Play/

Red Munkey vs. Me is like simeon vs gorilla/
With one powerful blow I snap his back with spina bifida/
With fist the width of a baseball mitt I rip this monkey surgically/
WIth rhymes potent I'm killin' this clown like lethal herbal tea/
Verbally Red - is no match for my color prism spectrum/
His being absorbed - sliced up into photons while I dissect him/

Now owl you're respected but I'm on the prowl/
I know you're a different class of bird but I'll devour you like you were fowl/
Speakin' of foul, I'm now steppin' out of bounds/
To verbally smack your ass with sentence structure and pronouns/
I'm profoundly bound to beat the fuck out of any opponent/
Your lyrical syllogism is not one of your best proponents/
Keep chillin' with Jung and get hung - with rotting psych professors and dead poets/
I think today I have had my fill/
I crush some valerian root and with a swig of water I begin to chill/
Leave you my bill - since you wanted in the arena an assassin/
Stop asking for blood or I'll tear you open and give you an aspirin/
Just to thin it out and relieve you of a headache/
I'll come back to the arena for more battle at a later date....

some snakez slide sideways using shadows...
i watch'em always fall away like fallen sparrows,
I'm addicted to the form of the flying arrows,
piercing monkeys,
now, you have a reason to be red, can't even blow, useless flow...

HE is I, who was once christened Daniel
still, I travel through the growling stampede
the words composed of pluses and minuses defined my mind
from the stand point of frozen time...

You are still your own greastest victim, monkey boy
my sweetest dove could cry you a flood
worse than than these midwest tsunamis we war with,
Even in my brightest hour
I am the breadth of soliquoy
you are simply a five second blend of lights that reflects from me...

I am the difference between deep and profound...
you are just another nerd mopping his blood off the ground,

you are the highest pitch screamed from the cell of a newly convicted rapist,
I am the brightest flicker of light flowing from the barrel of the new era revolutonist,

WE ARE TOO MANY DIMENSIONS APART...little boy, stop doing it....

 

[shanebp1978]

Let me get this straight. So, some ninja is trying to battle by proxy?????

Shane"BP", you pumpin' my gas or a faggot's ass?/
I'm not homosexual but your rhymes are queer, that's why I had to ask/
I'll take a pass, let you step your skill up for another day/
Call me Chucky, because battlin' you is Child's Play/

C'mon. 4 real though.

http://www.411mania.com/game_screenshots/4933.jpg



Ninja under her skirt HARD. But obviously SOFT like a feather weight ninja who's heart pumps cool whip.

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[shanebp1978]

BTW
as a Pre-emptive
incentive
There is no doubt my vintage will subtract your percentage
your challenge holds no talons
A sparrow against a eagle
you have no legal
No recourse
even when my voice is E hourse
Ruff etc, I'll have no re-morse
Play your position
Behind Izzy's skirt, you hold no opposition
You don't step lest your blood it glisten and christen
Catho-licks, and Christian
This thread an all who listen
Go hear your girl with her silly bitchen
I'll be here when you man up, still word rippen
From every angle I stranggle
leave your esophagus to dangle
Walk like an egyptian out this thread like a Bangel
You don't want tangle with tongues that slice and mangle
Plus your raps pretty tame yo
Like a small domesticated kitten
Challenge Shane, are you kidding?
Just stick to admittin, your spitten has been previously written
Are you rappen or shitten
Because your str8 feces, ninja you can't see these
So just stretch your bra with your three DDDs
You man tit bitch!

 

[mcguyver]

This gonna REALLY set ya off sis
I think he likes that face you make.


MC....DUDE - hahahha....
Just statin' you pussy - not concerned with your DICK NIGGA/
Makin' sure SOL notices that you a BITCH NIGGA/
Go DIG A DITCH NIGGA - After I'm done with you, you can JUMP IN/
You holdin' more seed from swallowin' - then that of a PUMPKIN/
What you homo or SOMETHIN'? - TRASH MAN gets merked in a TRASH CAN/
Keep fuckin' with me - Have your body parts wrapped up in AFGHANS/
DAMN you WACK MAN - quoting P-Diddy worst than I thought FAM/
Got better thought PLAN - take your ass to go get a CAT SCAN/
'Cause you must be out your fuckin' MIND- Please RESIGN /
'Cause you quickly runnin' out of fuckin' TIME - you see fuckin' SWINE/
KIND of funny - this lame thinks that he can hit my CHIN/
That's like immigration takin' out all of the MEXICANS - It's not Happenin'/
While you swallowin' rocks Rock - I'm downin' a fuckin' HEINEKEN/
I'm fuckin' my women friends - you Talkin' bout Flintstone VITAMINS/
You fuckin' VILLAGE IDIOT/
I come in your house, take what I want - rape and PILLAGE IT/
Your rhymes fallin' off - I continue to stay DILLIGENT/
Talkin' shit you don't understand - rearrange your fuckin' GENOME/
Break down molecular structure - change aldehydes into KETONES/
For the lady....hahahaha
Oh now Imma pussy? - but I recall you askin' for DICK PICS
Funny how the tables have turned - But you still askin' to come and LICK THIS/
Now stop with the BITCHNESS - Come off the FUCKIN' PERIOD/
I'm SERIOUS - Playin' favorites gotta stop...FUCKIN' PERIOD/
I thought you better than that - but I GUESS NOT/
You worst than a pornstar caught on tape dodgin' a fuckin' WET SHOT/
Be a woman 'BOUT IT - I TOUTED you better than this YES/
Destroyin' your fuckin' flunkies is better than gifts on CHRISTMAS/
I'm leavin' them PISSLESS - out of fear they soakin' the FLOOR/
I'm startin' to BORE - your lions are weak, your feelings are SORE/
I don't resort to callin' women out their names no MORE/
But I guess since this is battle you'd be considered a WHORE/
Whatever said in battle stays in the ROOM/
Forewarned - can't be responsible for lethal blows straight to the WOMB/
I tried to EXHUME - the victims for the graves UNNECESSARY/
But I continue pile them up - makin' an SOL CEMETERY/

If this is a cemetery
Then that makes Owl-Michael Myers, Shane-Jason and me Mr. Krueger, but please call me Freddy
You are the star of this massacre and I'm not waiting till the thirteenth
Your bitch ass getting smoked faster than LS smoke a pound of chief.
and faster than your pussy ass can queef
You have to IM/email Izzy your rhymes cause you banned for posting trannies
Trying to act like you a 'G'
But you aint nothing but another faggot ass emcee wannabe
Thinking you going out in a blaze 'n' glory
This the saddest duel anyone have ever seen
You got bodied before the count of 3
You competition? Bitch, faggot, motherfucker please
You fucking with the top pedigree of the top pedigree
Translation for the slow bitch in you.....aint nobody higher than me.
I cleared your level with one effortless leap
Damn Izzy, you found the wack emcee version of pikestreet.
I’m gonna grab a brew and wait for that clip dedicated to me on youtube

 

[Izayoi]

Let me get this straight. So, some ninja is trying to battle by proxy?????




Ninja under her skirt HARD. But obviously SOFT like a feather weight ninja who's heart pumps cool whip.

http://www.foodsubs.com/Photos/coolwhip.jpg

If this is a cemetery
Then that makes Owl-Michael Myers, Shane-Jason and me Mr. Krueger, but please call me Freddy
You are the star of this massacre and I'm not waiting till the thirteenth
Your bitch ass getting smoked faster than LS smoke a pound of chief.
and faster than your pussy ass can queef
You have to IM/email Izzy your rhymes cause you banned for posting trannies
Trying to act like you a 'G'
But you aint nothing but another faggot ass emcee wannabe
Thinking you going out in a blaze 'n' glory
This the saddest duel anyone have ever seen
You got bodied before the count of 3
You competition? Bitch, faggot, motherfucker please
You fucking with the top pedigree of the top pedigree
Translation for the slow bitch in you.....aint nobody higher than me.
I cleared your level with one effortless leap
Damn Izzy, you found the wack emcee version of pikestreet.
I’m gonna grab a brew and wait for that clip dedicated to me on youtube

Sorry mystery cat but I gotta laugh!

 

[The Magnificent Butcher]

When I turn up, my burns suck oxygen from lungs like tackling back drafts/
You act bad but when it comes to raps, half of the posters tend to lack craft/
I hope you repented before mentioning Butcher. The relentless quest begins/
Kool Herc saw your fool's verse and quickly claimed "I never invented shit!"/
This whole lifestyle's ashamed. We blame you for the downfall of prose/
When you appear, be sure to bring along your clown cars and nose/
My sounds arc in blows. You're weak threats? I debunk terror/
Treat dumb fellas to real rhymes. Your shit belongs in the G Funk Era/
So versed. Bestowed words by Gods. If I go first your throat spurts/
I could quote, sure. But why bother? Must I make my post worse?/
I invoke mirth. I hope nerds choke when they approach Sir.../
...Butcher. Have you flicking through dictionaries like "I cannot cope, bruh!"/
Personified, I'm a war. Strike the core with finals roars/
You're so pussy, they make jello molds of your fucking spinal cords/
Rhymes galore. My styles rips like I have a vice grip on ice picks/
I heard you posted "I had sex with a woman once...ummm...I didn't like it"/
So sublime that when I rap, most of you cats need a bypass/
Whereas my rhymes had Izayoi and Lady Scorpio at a point of climax/

 

[Red_Munkey]

some snakez slide sideways using shadows...
i watch'em always fall away like fallen sparrows,
I'm addicted to the form of the flying arrows,
piercing monkeys,
now, you have a reason to be red, can't even blow, useless flow...

HE is I, who was once christened Daniel
still, I travel through the growling stampede
the words composed of pluses and minuses defined my mind
from the stand point of frozen time...

You are still your own greastest victim, monkey boy
my sweetest dove could cry you a flood
worse than than these midwest tsunamis we war with,
Even in my brightest hour
I am the breadth of soliquoy
you are simply a five second blend of lights that reflects from me...

I am the difference between deep and profound...
you are just another nerd mopping his blood off the ground,

you are the highest pitch screamed from the cell of a newly convicted rapist,
I am the brightest flicker of light flowing from the barrel of the new era revolutonist,

WE ARE TOO MANY DIMENSIONS APART...little boy, stop doing it....

Dude are you trippin?
On some Lindsey Lohan, always showing your kitten
The floor is bone dry, still your slippin
This is Shane pimpin
When I club
the girls ain't standing in line for the bathroom . . . .
Anyway . . .Wrong rhyme

Back to you
An your expensive words
ostensive verbs
I can tell you scary, you get tense in the 'Burbs

Keep it slick
keep it simple for success
Your not giving enough relation, like the East did the West
You spittin a used Thesaurus
And I bet it ain't even your best

When you should be cyclone spinnin the rest
They ask for 5, put 10 in their chest
send 'em with bless, winners wear the crests

Of Holy Poet Monks of Sen-a-gall
The Matrix mind prison, we seen the inner wall
Broke free and stand sinner tall
Flow on the beat when the riddim fall
Squeeze triggers like Ray Charles but hit 'em all

If this battle continues eye for an eye
Red, We'll both go blind
But I'll make a Muslim testify
in a Baptist church he changed his mind
I teach Catholics to test the lies
An study the pain of time
Across the world under the Pope's reign of crime
When the constellations fall, Shane will Shine
The core of G2V SOL is the Same as mine!

But there is no Repent
By a Bajan rhyme/crime heiress I was sent
To leave bodies bloody and rent
Your a teenager on Crystal lake, I'm Jason in your tent
But I came early 'cause it's Friday the tenth
the early bird
splits the word
Or so I've heard
told by Dark angels reincarnated as Bums with speeches slurred
My Reach is curved
Red, your not ready to sit a meal at this table
If I was you, I'd concede and Seek to serve

No, I’m not tripping; I seem to have a better position
Than the mediocre decrees of boasting
We’ve seen from a decent no one.
I started listening to musicians spitting jewels
Picking up on different views and
Thinking of extra incisions I could use.
To cut all six of you, double-dosed
Three-dimensional, trouble prone
Gullible, bunch of folk.
I release an order of the court
A foreword of the Lord
Of all bar brawls, leave all carriers of false cards
Crawling on the floor, if ever their throats are parched
And they want war.
I snipe shooters.
Since when did Chardonnay become secondary
To wine coolers?

Never have a restless evening,
The destiny I envision for a seemingly infinite
Stretch of enemies
Would be for them to rest in pieces
With these cuts, I can pick the lies
From the mouth of a schizophrenic snake.
With this, I can ditch a demented fate
Which presents an imminent ending date.
I’m not all that scared; I think you got the wrong bloke.
Only get tense in my pelvic area when your sexy wife is
Exercising my long stroke.
I get her neck broke, and my dick is just diving in
You can’t drop it in the hole; her legs cross-over quicker than Iverson.
Try to grab the Mic, and get Jawed-in.
My words cost a lot, you already know the reason.
I’m opposed to treason, but I’ll show you things that
I bestow to weak men, who think that my soul is weakening.
Don’t believe him, I’m only leaving
About forty-three corpses to feed to an army of hungry demons.
Who want a decent, home cooked meal from
The devil’s only real son.
I don’t give relation to dudes
That just ain’t in my views
I must say I’m confused, from the statements you spewed
I could’ve sworn that maybe you was, crazy for cooch.
But hey, if you swing the other way, then it’s cool.

This poem was born from raw thoughts of poetry.
A thesaurus isn’t involved with the bars I’ve brought for thee.
Bought for free.
A poor, complicated mind, trying to make cents of the world.
When my bank account is complete, the only thinking out loud,
Is, thankfully, allowed to me.
A shroud, a sheet, of pure blackness
Obscures the backset
Of my mentality.
Pimping reality.
Too $hort of a dozen in their chest? I’m sending a nest
Of talons to infest their breast
In the unlikely event, that they finish their request.
To rendezvous with the not so distant cousin
Of slumber. And it may be insane to spit.
But I feel sleep is necessary for life, and if my theories are right
Families should connect,
You and death should be much more than acquaintances.
The morgue is more or less my corner office
I studied death and become a Toe-Tag Professor.
You want a confrontation? When I roll up
It changes, and you lower your arms like a toll tag collector.
Know that I never, pay another just to pass go.
Throw a flame to leaking butane, still couldn’t match flows.

Something to say? Not yet tenth, is what I number this plague.
Nonetheless, I’m sonning this page,
No remnants of a father, no sign of running way.

 

[owl]

No, I’m not tripping; I seem to have a better position
Than the mediocre decrees of boasting
We’ve seen from a decent no one.
I started listening to musicians spitting jewels
Picking up on different views and
Thinking of extra incisions I could use.
To cut all six of you, double-dosed
Three-dimensional, trouble prone
Gullible, bunch of folk.
I release an order of the court
A foreword of the Lord
Of all bar brawls, leave all carriers of false cards
Crawling on the floor, if ever their throats are parched
And they want war.
I snipe shooters.
Since when did Chardonnay become secondary
To wine coolers?

Never have a restless evening,
The destiny I envision for a seemingly infinite
Stretch of enemies
Would be for them to rest in pieces
With these cuts, I can pick the lies
From the mouth of a schizophrenic snake.
With this, I can ditch a demented fate
Which presents an imminent ending date.
I’m not all that scared; I think you got the wrong bloke.
Only get tense in my pelvic area when your sexy wife is
Exercising my long stroke.
I get her neck broke, and my dick is just diving in
You can’t drop it in the hole; her legs cross-over quicker than Iverson.
Try to grab the Mic, and get Jawed-in.
My words cost a lot, you already know the reason.
I’m opposed to treason, but I’ll show you things that
I bestow to weak men, who think that my soul is weakening.
Don’t believe him, I’m only leaving
About forty-three corpses to feed to an army of hungry demons.
Who want a decent, home cooked meal from
The devil’s only real son.
I don’t give relation to dudes
That just ain’t in my views
I must say I’m confused, from the statements you spewed
I could’ve sworn that maybe you was, crazy for cooch.
But hey, if you swing the other way, then it’s cool.

This poem was born from raw thoughts of poetry.
A thesaurus isn’t involved with the bars I’ve brought for thee.
Bought for free.
A poor, complicated mind, trying to make cents of the world.
When my bank account is complete, the only thinking out loud,
Is, thankfully, allowed to me.
A shroud, a sheet, of pure blackness
Obscures the backset
Of my mentality.
Pimping reality.
Too $hort of a dozen in their chest? I’m sending a nest
Of talons to infest their breast
In the unlikely event, that they finish their request.
To rendezvous with the not so distant cousin
Of slumber. And it may be insane to spit.
But I feel sleep is necessary for life, and if my theories are right
Families should connect,
You and death should be much more than acquaintances.
The morgue is more or less my corner office
I studied death and become a Toe-Tag Professor.
You want a confrontation? When I roll up
It changes, and you lower your arms like a toll tag collector.
Know that I never, pay another just to pass go.
Throw a flame to leaking butane, still couldn’t match flows.

Something to say? Not yet tenth, is what I number this plague.
Nonetheless, I’m sonning this page,
No remnants of a father, no sign of running way.

i dropped more diamonds in my freshman year,
senior high,
right after we'd get high,
you need to get over your fresh meat fears...

I could brag about the mind that numbs like crack do,
or the game that leaves sundry panties undried
from east to south sides,
but i'd rather demonstrate how I empower black rule...

i occupy minds like a republican term in office,
nurture confidence
like I held a psych. doctorate
so subtle the style, I am loud even during my silence....

I walk through the valley of pulled triggers nightly
I glamorize the glory of gods
trapped inside these dense ether pods
talk to the killers, like lucifer I bring 'em home "light"-ly

I'm fierce with the shape shift, U NO WANNA incite me
I'll disappear before ya eyes dried
reappear with a "night squad"...
I'll sleep ya mama's garage and show you even my barrels speak "brightly"...

I am therapy for lost souls sold up the road of Armageddon,
I'm impeccable timing for spirits that can't wait,
the sixth floor but still the seventh gate,
This whole verse got you restarting your lessons, brethen...

you're fucking with the frail kid who finally climbed the sky,
the black sheep that saved the flock
the low spark that flamed the block,
Joseph, the favored seed bleeding and left to die,

...somehow that bastard always seems makes it out and rise...

 

[grownazzblakman]

No, I’m not tripping; I seem to have a better position
Than the mediocre decrees of boasting
We’ve seen from a decent no one.
I started listening to musicians spitting jewels
Picking up on different views and
Thinking of extra incisions I could use.
To cut all six of you, double-dosed
Three-dimensional, trouble prone
Gullible, bunch of folk.

Yeah i had to cut you off.
Your prose will get dismantled.
Cuz I carry rhymes like they pack handles.
And my preamble will give you 'a sample'
of how I trample the hungriest cannibals
who gamble and ramble-off @ the mandible.

They get treated like 'petty vandals'
who got caught defacing a Holy chapel.

See in a word-volley with 'chimpish nerds'
I'll prolly MOLLY-WOP you with the simplest verbs
cuz I'm quick to let a 'simpleton' know....

King-Kong will get played-out like Olympic Ping-Pong
and 'Mighty Joe' will get his bell rung like a 'Ding-Dong'
for singing songs when his crimson ego shoulda been-gone.
Now I'll put these words to work and 'serve' this jerk.
And silence his racket with a 'Wimbledon Flow'.

This Red Munkey will get 'lit-up'
and 'broke-off' like a snapped candle.

Tangled. Mangled. And left in shambles.
Cuz my back-hand will SMACK animals
worse than an abusive 'zoo-keeper'
who keeps a 'second-job' as a Tennis Pro.

And to you, I'm Hennessy, bruh.

V.S.O.P. for dissecting Vicious
Simians, Orangutans and Primates
with battle raps thats quite malicious.
Cuz this beginner got caught slippin'
from sippin' on too many Guinness.

And before his lyrics 'get-lifted', I switch quips.
Quicker than a car-thief can switch whips.
Even if he 'shape-shift', I'll work the 'late-shift'
as "Dennis-the-Menace's Menacing Dentist".
who's 'now open for bidness'.

See this mumbling DINGY APE almost escaped
his fate and got shipped back to his 'jungle planet'
with the rest of his mates. But I stumbled-in all late
into my office & noticed he was drunk off-his
off-brand, off-hand, off-the-shelf liquor.

Smelling ALL BANANAS like a room full of gorillas.

His odor 'jumped out' like a filthy punk
who lived under a bunk locked in a trunk
with pack of skunks FOR OVER A MONTH.

Now call me "Dr. Trump".

Cuz I 'ether' THE WEAK. Put 'em to sleep.
Make 'em count sheep from here to Memphis.

Turn up a beat. Tilt their seat. Pull-out their teeth.
Then fire "The Apprentice".

Now watch this 'hunchback' get slumped-back
as I bust raps that recline his 'divine' position.
With 'one-line' punchlines and come-backs
I'll rescind his tuition like the Dean of Admissions.

- U prolly built like Maia Campbell with 'Man Hands'.
- Cuz u flow softer than Tony Randall with 'bad glands'.
- Which makes u the 'fussy half' of the Odd Couple.
- With only HALF of his 'body-muscle'.
- Prolly need a 'body-double' to crown yourself the 'ASS CHAMP'.
- Save that 'inter-dimensional hustle' for dance class.
- Now throw-up your 'jazz-hands'.

So I can put a cup in it.
And help you put a couple bucks in it.

With that screenname and those 'off-the-wall' raps
you should collect 'loose change' and 'applause claps'
with an 'accordian-grinda' standing right behind 'ya.

To catch 'ya.... when you-fall-back.

 

[mcguyver]

To cut all six of you, double-dosed
Three-dimensional, trouble prone
Gullible, bunch of folk.

am I one of the six you are referring to?
Please let me know, cause there will be no apologies for the canning I'm about to Induce.

 

[OnSlaught]

If y'all are Myers, Jason and Freddy with hand KNIVES/
I guess I'm Wes Kraven - fuckin' comin' in to edit your LIVES/
Recast the script as the scare crow, tin man and cowardly LION/
The crowd can guess who you are - while I'm here laughin' and DYIN'/
CRYIN' and SIGHIN' '- 'Cause this shit is just mad FUNNY/
3 pupils against a sensei - is decision made by a DUMMY/
Let the festivities BEGIN/
Skin about to get cut deep - so far you'll hear it from your next of KIN/

Deputy, substitute, DELEGATE - agent to SURROGATE/
You on the internet Shane - learn to use a fuckin' PREDICATE/
So what I'm PROXY with MOXY - handle you as SPECTER/
With high pitched voice - you scream when I take your pocket PROTECTOR/
DETECTOR of bullshit - your lines score on HIGH METER/
I wear your ass out - worst than G-unit WIFE BEATER/
Your LIFE TEETERS - by a KNIFE CLEAVER in my HAND/
Keep fuckin' with me - get body parts scattered in the SAND/
Then you won't walk like an EGYPTIAN - you'll be BURIED WITH 'EM/
I'll give you more depictions - you'll be MARRIED TO 'EM/
In death - 'Cause you won't rest in PEACE as the DECEASED/
'Cause I'ma keep disturbin' your grave - reenacting the alter BEAST/
You CEASE to exist - in the significance of my RHYMES/
In due TIME - you'll find you're equivalent of a handless MIME/
Your useless - hopeless like a penny with HOLE IN IT/
Now go to SLEEP - 6 ft DEEP - down in a ditch with COAL IN IT/


If I'm PIKESTREET - why did I pipe meat to your woman/
Dude was scared of pussy - while PUSSY YOU SCARED/
If I was TYPE WEAK - how I beat life out you pussy?/
Your manhood's ripped from your soul - that's why you PUSSY IMPAIRED/
While you playin' checkers kid - I play chess with GREAT GAME/
As I TAKE FAME - you get RAPED LAME - you fuckin' INSANE/
No blaze of glory needed - I DICK-TATE to your lady DAMES/
Flamin' faggot you get lit - burn like the eternal FLAMES/
I TAKE AIM - with poise, focus and CONCENTRATION/
You epically fail - with emotions screamin' FRUSTRATION/
Waitin' of course - for the next upload for MASTURBATION/
While I'm MASTER BAITING your latest crush for sex and CONVERSATION/
You HATIN' - mad because none of your women care ABOUT YOU/
To put up your rhymes - yet they groan and POUT ABOUT YOU/
They even DOUBT YOU - makin' you feel insecure/
That's why your avatar's a pussy - while mine is Albert EINSTEIN/
You gettin' shook - like when the mayor of San Fran was Dianne FEINSTEIN/
I'm FINE WINE - while your brown bag paper RIPPLE/
You're rhyme flow is that of a homeless disabled CRIPPLE/
Please stop it SIMPLE - You makin' yourself look TERRIBLE/
You shake more than kid born with palsy CEREBRAL/

From behind Izzy's skirt you wishin' to BE/
Freudian slip as usual - true meaning -> ENVYIN' ME/
I'm more than a dimension away - I'm standing right BEHIND YOU/
Beside you, in front of you - I take passport and visa and then I DECLINE YOU/
From entry back into your homeland - with no diplomatic IMMUNITY
Your IMPUNITY revoked - for your reckless and endless SCRUTINY/
Of shit you know absolutely nothing OF/
I swear your only hope is to pray to the deity ABOVE/
But you and your comrades will need all the help that you can MUSTER
You've now gotten yourselves into one helluva fuckin' CLUSTER/
More fucked then heated sperm trapped in a white man's nut HUGGERS/

 

[Red_Munkey]

i dropped more diamonds in my freshman year,
senior high,
right after we'd get high,
you need to get over your fresh meat fears...

I could brag about the mind that numbs like crack do,
or the game that leaves sundry panties undried
from east to south sides,
but i'd rather demonstrate how I empower black rule...

i occupy minds like a republican term in office,
nurture confidence
like I held a psych. doctorate
so subtle the style, I am loud even during my silence....

I walk through the valley of pulled triggers nightly
I glamorize the glory of gods
trapped inside these dense ether pods
talk to the killers, like lucifer I bring 'em home "light"-ly

I'm fierce with the shape shift, U NO WANNA incite me
I'll disappear before ya eyes dried
reappear with a "night squad"...
I'll sleep ya mama's garage and show you even my barrels speak "brightly"...

I am therapy for lost souls sold up the road of Armageddon,
I'm impeccable timing for spirits that can't wait,
the sixth floor but still the seventh gate,
This whole verse got you restarting your lessons, brethen...

you're fucking with the frail kid who finally climbed the sky,
the black sheep that saved the flock
the low spark that flamed the block,
Joseph, the favored seed bleeding and left to die,

...somehow that bastard always seems makes it out and rise...

Yeah i had to cut you off.
Your prose will get dismantled.
Cuz I carry rhymes like they pack handles.
And my preamble will give you 'a sample'
of how I trample the hungriest cannibals
who gamble and ramble-off @ the mandible.

They get treated like 'petty vandals'
who got caught defacing a Holy chapel.

See in a word-volley with 'chimpish nerds'
I'll prolly MOLLY-WOP you with the simplest verbs
cuz I'm quick to let a 'simpleton' know....

King-Kong will get played-out like Olympic Ping-Pong
and 'Mighty Joe' will get his bell rung like a 'Ding-Dong'
for singing songs when his crimson ego shoulda been-gone.
Now I'll put these words to work and 'serve' this jerk.
And silence his racket with a 'Wimbledon Flow'.

This Red Munkey will get 'lit-up'
and 'broke-off' like a snapped candle.

Tangled. Mangled. And left in shambles.
Cuz my back-hand will SMACK animals
worse than an abusive 'zoo-keeper'
who keeps a 'second-job' as a Tennis Pro.

And to you, I'm Hennessy, bruh.

V.S.O.P. for dissecting Vicious
Simians, Orangutans and Primates
with battle raps thats quite malicious.
Cuz this beginner got caught slippin'
from sippin' on too many Guinness.

And before his lyrics 'get-lifted', I switch quips.
Quicker than a car-thief can switch whips.
Even if he 'shape-shift', I'll work the 'late-shift'
as "Dennis-the-Menace's Menacing Dentist".
who's 'now open for bidness'.

See this mumbling DINGY APE almost escaped
his fate and got shipped back to his 'jungle planet'
with the rest of his mates. But I stumbled-in all late
into my office & noticed he was drunk off-his
off-brand, off-hand, off-the-shelf liquor.

Smelling ALL BANANAS like a room full of gorillas.

His odor 'jumped out' like a filthy punk
who lived under a bunk locked in a trunk
with pack of skunks FOR OVER A MONTH.

Now call me "Dr. Trump".

Cuz I 'ether' THE WEAK. Put 'em to sleep.
Make 'em count sheep from here to Memphis.

Turn up a beat. Tilt their seat. Pull-out their teeth.
Then fire "The Apprentice".

Now watch this 'hunchback' get slumped-back
as I bust raps that recline his 'divine' position.
With 'one-line' punchlines and come-backs
I'll rescind his tuition like the Dean of Admissions.

- U prolly built like Maia Campbell with 'Man Hands'.
- Cuz u flow softer than Tony Randall with 'bad glands'.
- Which makes u the 'fussy half' of the Odd Couple.
- With only HALF of his 'body-muscle'.
- Prolly need a 'body-double' to crown yourself the 'ASS CHAMP'.
- Save that 'inter-dimensional hustle' for dance class.
- Now throw-up your 'jazz-hands'.

So I can put a cup in it.
And help you put a couple bucks in it.

With that screenname and those 'off-the-wall' raps
you should collect 'loose change' and 'applause claps'
with an 'accordian-grinda' standing right behind 'ya.

To catch 'ya.... when you-fall-back.

am I one of the six you are referring to?
Please let me know, cause there will be no apologies for the canning I'm about to Induce.

It seems this guy McGuyver is the brightest one
of these lying lumps of retired chumps
who find themselves tired of rhyming
desiring the fire which once resided within
to reunite with them.
He managed to be wise enough to lighten up
And not get fucked.
And for every breath you draw, I must admit
that I despise your lungs.
The fingers which feed you,
and every keystroke you deliver with.
Remind me that acts of insanity should be more strictly prohibited.
I don't care if you pack handles, I handle packs
of whack amateurs, rapping stanzas lacking
any spectacular damages.
I care not if I offend thee.
Your gods only seek glory in weak attempts to impress me.
If my memory registers correctly
I was lead to believe
this was meant to be competitive. With that having been said
I refuse to excuse any arrogance.
Fresh meat fears? I can't accept this here.
I didn't graduate to an intellectual
just this year.
The three dimensional sentence was meant and intended
to send an offensive message to a big-eyed pigeon
and his lesser apprentice, after one of them mentioned
that I shouldn't been respected
for anything I've thus far presented.
Yet it's imminent that a stretch of idiots
really think I would pitch a glimpse of recognition
to their section or pity them.
To such pure spirits, and poor lyrics
my villian's air hurts.
I see you're attracted to re-arranging words
of Chamillionaire's verse.
You would like something long and fruity by your face.
Maybe your girl can, but I truly can't relate.
Gotta stay afloat, a weak quote, I never say 'em.
Never enter my level, with cheat codes or elevators.
If you think this is up for discussion,
think about what I just told you,
you've successfully done nothing other than
push my buttons.
Sit down, Grown Ass, quotations
don't make your flow greater.
They just show that by themselves
your worlds hold no weight up.
Anorexic, italicized letters with no bold statements.
Can you imagine the flashing images
passing through limitless
prisms of brilliance unmatched by any living thing
delivered into natural existence?
No test-tube creature, just an exceptional speaker.
That draws not only pictures, but weapons through thinking.
Two against one, fuck it, you each get half a verse
To not be seen as a pupil in my eye,
teach some classes first.

 

[grownazzblakman]

It seems this guy McGuyver is the brightest one
of these lying lumps of retired chumps
who find themselves tired of rhyming
desiring the fire which once resided within
to reunite with them.
He managed to be wise enough to lighten up
And not get fucked.
And for every breath you draw, I must admit
that I despise your lungs.
The fingers which feed you,
and every keystroke you deliver with.
Remind me that acts of insanity should be more strictly prohibited.
I don't care if you pack handles, I handle packs
of whack amateurs, rapping stanzas lacking
any spectacular damages.
I care not if I offend thee.
Your gods only seek glory in weak attempts to impress me.
If my memory registers correctly
I was lead to believe
this was meant to be competitive. With that having been said
I refuse to excuse any arrogance.
Fresh meat fears? I can't accept this here.
I didn't graduate to an intellectual
just this year.
The three dimensional sentence was meant and intended
to send an offensive message to a big-eyed pigeon
and his lesser apprentice, after one of them mentioned
that I shouldn't been respected
for anything I've thus far presented.
Yet it's imminent that a stretch of idiots
really think I would pitch a glimpse of recognition
to their section or pity them.
To such pure spirits, and poor lyrics
my villian's air hurts.
I see you're attracted to re-arranging words
of Chamillionaire's verse.
You would like something long and fruity by your face.
Maybe your girl can, but I truly can't relate.
Gotta stay afloat, a weak quote, I never say 'em.
Never enter my level, with cheat codes or elevators.
If you think this is up for discussion,
think about what I just told you,
you've successfully done nothing other than
push my buttons.
Sit down, Grown Ass, quotations
don't make your flow greater.
They just show that by themselves
your worlds hold no weight up.
Anorexic, italicized letters with no bold statements.
Can you imagine the flashing images
passing through limitless
prisms of brilliance unmatched by any living thing
delivered into natural existence?
No test-tube creature, just an exceptional speaker.
That draws not only pictures, but weapons through thinking.
Two against one, fuck it, you each get half a verse
To not be seen as a pupil in my eye,
teach some classes first.

Claimed u 'heard it before'...but NOT quite like this.

Well, guess what?
I heard 'you could score'... once the 'Starters' get dismssed.
Now I bet that bench is warm... Cuz he started to get 'pissed'.

So let's get it on....
Even my 'throw-away' lines will get you 'shitted-on'.

Each theme leaves this sick Munkey
climbing his pen covered in greasy feces
and reaching for ink like a BIC-junkie
looking for pens to sign a 'peace treaty'.

Now he claims he's 'unimpressed'.
What a surprise.

Those were the same words used when u appeared on TV as the VEX 'ex-hubby'...
And your wifey RUDELY introduced you to her NEXT 'sex-buddy'.
Ur 'monkey marriage' was on-the-rocks.... so she had to GET GULLY.
Ol' Beyonce 'upgraded' her fianceé. Who left 'hickies' on her neck, lovely.
Then brought him on 'Divorce Court'. For 'moral support'. Trust me.
She found a REAL GORILLA. Then took ALL your bananas and 'check money'.
Sheeeeeiiiittt. My lady Tivo'd that episode. And u got wrecked UGLY.

And we had the best-chuckle when ur 'ex' took back that APE-SHAPED belt-buckle.
Cuz the on-screen text below your chest said: "The Munkey is Unimpressed".
Then you left court nekkid & humbled. Walking on your knuckles.
Doing the 'Monkey Shuffle'.

Now once again u trying to 'play-it-off'.
Like you just got knocked-out the Playoffs
cuz you'd "rather have a day-off to play Golf".

Negro Please.

I bruise kids like you, who's rhymes are full of excuses.
ABUSE MEN and their crew. When their lines are truly useless.
In a rhyme-battle you looking for 'lyrical jewels' & clues...
Man, go hit that DeBeers counter @ Zales & ask Sherlock "What's New?"

Now let's hear those 'supernatural' rhymes you got.
Cuz you could walk thru ANY FIRE and still can't get hot.

Tell us all the different ways you can 'slay relentless'
with prisms, degrees, physics, philosophy, ancient history,
secret societies, extra-clips, extra-weapons, extra-terrestrials,
and extra-dimensions....

And I'll shred it in seconds.

 

[mcguyver]

If y'all are Myers, Jason and Freddy with hand KNIVES/
I guess I'm Wes Kraven - fuckin' comin' in to edit your LIVES/
Recast the script as the scare crow, tin man and cowardly LION/
The crowd can guess who you are - while I'm here laughin' and DYIN'/
CRYIN' and SIGHIN' '- 'Cause this shit is just mad FUNNY/
3 pupils against a sensei - is decision made by a DUMMY/
Let the festivities BEGIN/
Skin about to get cut deep - so far you'll hear it from your next of KIN/

Deputy, substitute, DELEGATE - agent to SURROGATE/
You on the internet Shane - learn to use a fuckin' PREDICATE/
So what I'm PROXY with MOXY - handle you as SPECTER/
With high pitched voice - you scream when I take your pocket PROTECTOR/
DETECTOR of bullshit - your lines score on HIGH METER/
I wear your ass out - worst than G-unit WIFE BEATER/
Your LIFE TEETERS - by a KNIFE CLEAVER in my HAND/
Keep fuckin' with me - get body parts scattered in the SAND/
Then you won't walk like an EGYPTIAN - you'll be BURIED WITH 'EM/
I'll give you more depictions - you'll be MARRIED TO 'EM/
In death - 'Cause you won't rest in PEACE as the DECEASED/
'Cause I'ma keep disturbin' your grave - reenacting the alter BEAST/
You CEASE to exist - in the significance of my RHYMES/
In due TIME - you'll find your equivalent of a handless MIME/
Your useless - hopeless like a penny with HOLE IN IT/
Now go to sleep - 6 ft deep - down in a ditch with COAL IN IT/


If I'm PIKESTREET - why did I pipe meat to your woman/
Dude was scared of pussy - while PUSSY YOU SCARED/
If I was TYPE WEAK - how I beat life out you pussy?/
Your manhood's ripped from your soul - that's why you PUSSY IMPAIRED/
While you playin' checkers kid - I play chess with GREAT GAME/
As I TAKE FAME - you get RAPED LAME - you fuckin' INSANE/
No blaze of glory needed - I DICK-TATE to your lady DAMES/
Flamin' faggot you get lit - burn like the eternal FLAMES/
I TAKE AIM - with poise, focus and CONCENTRATION/
You epically fail with emotions screamin' FRUSTRATION/
Waitin' of course - for the next upload for MASTURBATION/
While I'm master baiting your latest crush for sex and CONVERSATION/
You HATIN' - mad because none of your women care ABOUT YOU/
To put up your rhymes - yet they moan and POUT ABOUT YOU/
They even DOUBT YOU - makin' you feel insecure/
That's why your avatar's a pussy - while mine is Albert EINSTEIN/
You gettin' shook - like when the mayor of San Fran was Dianne FEINSTEIN/
I'm FINE WINE - while your brown bag paper RIPPLE/
You're rhyme flow is that of a homeless disabled CRIPPLE/
Please stop it SIMPLE - You makin' yourself look TERRIBLE/
You shake more than kid born with palsy CEREBRAL/

From behind Izzy's skirt you wishin' to BE/
Freudian slip as usual - true meaning -> ENVYIN' ME/
I'm more than a dimension away - I'm standing right BEHIND YOU/
Beside you, in front of you - I take passport and visa and then I DECLINE YOU/
From entry back into your homeland - with no diplomatic IMMUNITY
Your impunity revoked - for your reckless and endless SCRUTINY/
Of shit you know absolutely nothing OF/
I swear your only hope is to pray to the deity ABOVE/
But you and your comrades will need all the help that you can MUSTER
You've now gotten yourselves into one helluva fuckin' CLUSTER/
More fucked then heated sperm trapped in a white man's nut HUGGERS/

So my suspicion was true,
Its lil boy blue
or wait no its the pink shirt dude
Back from the dead for round 2
ok look here is the situation
I couldn't read all of your hyphenated dictation.
by the fifth line I grew weary
cause the shit looks like a fucking dictionary.
Your ignorance never cease to amaze me
you have yet to realize you fuckin with an OG
Fuck gangsta, I'm ORIGINAL plus the GOD'LIEST motherfucker you'll ever see.
I have never had the urge to go stealth
Anything I have to say I say it my damn self
yes I write rhymes to the ladies
but lemme get this straight you writing to Izzy about me?
This is some serious faggotry
all the talk about your dick are you in a cock fight or is this poetry.
This rhyme is a lil over 16
But I don't need 58 bars
To out shine you the smallest star.

 

[Red_Munkey]

Claimed u 'heard it before'...but NOT quite like this.

Well, guess what?
I heard 'you could score'... once the 'Starters' get dismssed.
Now I bet that bench is warm... Cuz he started to get 'pissed'.

So let's get it on....
Even my 'throw-away' lines will get you 'shitted-on'.

Each theme leaves this sick Munkey
climbing his pen covered in greasy feces
and reaching for ink like a BIC-junkie
looking for pens to sign a 'peace treaty'.

Now he claims he's 'unimpressed'.
What a surprise.

Those were the same words used when u appeared on TV as the VEX 'ex-hubby'...
And your wifey RUDELY introduced you to her NEXT 'sex-buddy'.
Ur 'monkey marriage' was on-the-rocks.... so she had to GET GULLY.
Ol' Beyonce 'upgraded' her fianceé. Who left 'hickies' on her neck, lovely.
Then brought him on 'Divorce Court'. For 'moral support'. Trust me.
She found a REAL GORILLA. Then took ALL your bananas and 'check money'.
Sheeeeeiiiittt. My lady Tivo'd that episode. And u got wrecked UGLY.

And we had the best-chuckle when ur 'ex' took back that APE-SHAPED belt-buckle.
Cuz the on-screen text below your chest said: "The Munkey is Unimpressed".
Then you left court nekkid & humbled. Walking on your knuckles.
Doing the 'Monkey Shuffle'.

Now once again u trying to 'play-it-off'.
Like you just got knocked-out the Playoffs
cuz you'd "rather have a day-off to play Golf".

Negro Please.

I bruise kids like you, who's rhymes are full of excuses.
ABUSE MEN and their crew. When their lines are truly useless.
In a rhyme-battle you looking for 'lyrical jewels' & clues...
Man, go hit that DeBeers counter @ Zales & ask Sherlock "What's New?"

Now let's hear those 'supernatural' rhymes you got.
Cuz you could walk thru ANY FIRE and still can't get hot.

Tell us all the different ways you can 'slay relentless'
with prisms, degrees, physics, philosophy, ancient history,
secret societies, extra-clips, extra-weapons, extra-terrestrials,
and extra-dimensions....

And I'll shred it in seconds.

When Shane and/or owl reply, I'll throw a few bars in there, just for you

 

[grownazzblakman]

When Shane and/or owl reply, I'll throw a few bars in there, just for you

I never addressed them.
I was speaking to you.
U need their help?
That's not good.

I haven't asked for anyone's help in this thread.
I'm standing on my own. Like everyone else.

 

[Red_Munkey]

I'm waiting on the assist...that's exactly what I'm doing.

 

[grownazzblakman]

I'm waiting on the assist...that's exactly what I'm doing.

How u gonna ask them for 'an assist'?
That's like asking someone to 'ghostwrite' your verses...
then come back and claim victory.

MAN UP.

Actually... Don't bother to respond.
You lost ALL POINTS.

I'm battling your screenname.
While you need the mods to check my IP, or hack my computer,
or provide info, etc., etc.

 

[Red_Munkey]

Either way it goes, this is still a place for exhibition.

plus, it seems to be a drought of thought.





Fall back, kid.

It’s Sarcasm – the act of taunting whack actions, and giving a short pause afterwards.

From what I've so far gathered.
it seems too large to match into your thought patterns.
The onslaught fattens, with another marked tally
on the wall of chalk to track all of these wrong thought, false backpackers.
Got caught up, ass backwards, in a net of desperation
You've already shown too many incorrect estimations.
Wait for other rapping peers? That's really not a bad idea.
Especially, if I manage to trap them all in one area
And smash them there.
Three birds with one stone, this weak herb is unknown.
I’m associated with the coldest forms of haze and piff.
I can educate a clique, of major papers winners in business
To show them creative ways to get, anything they crave to grip.
I’m the feeling of awareness that ensnares
Rebellious individuals to clear their heads
Of any interrupting glares, so they are never mislead.


Who am I relying on?
My prior psalms
Cry a storm of wisdom
Pouring on lifeless forms
Strewn across a silent lawn
Where only black fire mourns.
An empire’s morgue in Roman times tries to calm
The miles of swarming minds I’ve scorned
To discover resting places for the under estimators
Bunch of lesser creatures, who chose to commit suicide before him.



This place of victory I reside in, I recognize as home.
Who can lie in this throne? Only I, can reply alone.

 

[shanebp1978]

More weak shit.

Haven't recently checked in
Does Shane have to Check Chins?

* Looks around *
Red Monkey obviously wants to Glist-en!
Listen
I love the dissen
You think your in better position
Your wishen
I would just disappear
You and your words, smell like Piss and FEAR
This is MY thread, don't fuck with the mister HERE

You snipe Shooters?
I'm more on point than cold nips at hooters
Plus most women want me as a suiter
While you paintball with your white boy Texas friend named cooter
Go fuck your cousin's sperm looter


Don't open your eyes
To your true destiny
A life of non comparing to the best of me
You should envision
Your girl tieing a funeral ribbon
for your lyrics
If your words were air, I don't see how you liven
How do you breath?
Your so wack, how can you be?
Are you blind on the keyboard?
Ok, I'm asking? Seriously?
How do you see?
If we gotta keep reading your bullshit, SOL/BGOL should charge you a fee

Your officially Bottom Barrel
Your verbs, and homophones are sterile
LS and Izzy want blood, that's Double barrel
I fire Howitzer, you are so arrow
I've ripped off your skin and removed your marrow
Yes, your career, equals = peril
I destroy you
all while drinking like Colin Ferrell
I think your name is Carol
'Cause You write with a switch
Plus you rap like a bitch
Question?
Did you leave your manhood in a ditch
Or is that you and your click
Just ain't shit

 

[Red_Munkey]

So you really had to see if my weapon pull out?
You only check chins to the beat of a testicle bounce.
Witness the bout of fury, as it exits my bowels.
As I shit on any one of these unexceptional cowards.
Wordplay's lethal, the young one came with the toys cocked.
I snuck in with silencers to aim at your voicebox.
Woman want you as a suiter?
Yeah, suited up as their groupie for
their practices in dominatrix.
I must say, you're a disgrace to all straight men.
An abomination, no excuse can excuse this odd-behavior.
However, I oughta agree, starting immediately
I'm charging a fee for all of these, under par MC's
Who think victory isn't far from their reach
When sparring with me.
Fortunately, your coffin is cheaper
than the awfully, weak, often off beat
portions of speech that you offer for free.

I used to look at rap, and be too nervous to do it.
But I can kill anything if you can make this much murder-less music.
You want your verse to be ruthless?
A little talent would help
I only make so many words rhyme as a way to challenge myself.
Other than that, this little muhfucka could rap.
Creativity catapults to the forefront of my thought
yours just jumps to the back.
Hmm, chilling in the back?
Rosa Parks tried to get rid of that
You've taken an eternal slumber in a cotton picking field of dreams.
I still serve even though I've gotten sick of dealing to fiends.

Haven't recently checked in
Does Shane have to Check Chins?

* Looks around *
Red Monkey obviously wants to Glist-en!
Listen
I love the dissen
You think your in better position
Your wishen
I would just disappear
You and your words, smell like Piss and FEAR
This is MY thread, don't fuck with the mister HERE
You snipe Shooters?
I'm more on point than cold nips at hooters
Plus most women want me as a suiter
While you paintball with your white boy Texas friend named cooter
Go fuck your cousin's sperm looter
Don't open your eyes
To your true destiny
A life of non comparing to the best of me
You should envision
Your girl tieing a funeral ribbon
for your lyrics
If your words were air, I don't see how you liven
How do you breath?
Your so wack, how can you be?
Are you blind on the keyboard?
Ok, I'm asking? Seriously?
How do you see?
If we gotta keep reading your bullshit, SOL/BGOL should charge you a fee
Your officially Bottom Barrel
Your verbs, and homophones are sterile
LS and Izzy want blood, that's Double barrel
I fire Howitzer, you are so arrow
I've ripped off your skin and removed your marrow
Yes, your career, equals = peril
I destroy you
all while drinking like Colin Ferrell
I think your name is Carol
'Cause You write with a switch
Plus you rap like a bitch
Question?
Did you leave your manhood in a ditch
Or is that you and your click
Just ain't shit

 

[grownazzblakman]

Either way it goes, this is still a place for exhibition.

plus, it seems to be a drought of thought.





Fall back, kid.

It’s Sarcasm – the act of taunting whack actions, and giving a short pause afterwards.

From what I've so far gathered.
it seems too large to match into your thought patterns.
The onslaught fattens, with another marked tally
on the wall of chalk to track all of these wrong thought, false backpackers.
Got caught up, ass backwards, in a net of desperation
You've already shown too many incorrect estimations.
Wait for other rapping peers? That's really not a bad idea.
Especially, if I manage to trap them all in one area
And smash them there.
Three birds with one stone, this weak herb is unknown.
I’m associated with the coldest forms of haze and piff.
I can educate a clique, of major papers winners in business
To show them creative ways to get, anything they crave to grip.
I’m the feeling of awareness that ensnares
Rebellious individuals to clear their heads
Of any interrupting glares, so they are never mislead.


Who am I relying on?
My prior psalms
Cry a storm of wisdom
Pouring on lifeless forms
Strewn across a silent lawn
Where only black fire mourns.
An empire’s morgue in Roman times tries to calm
The miles of swarming minds I’ve scorned
To discover resting places for the under estimators
Bunch of lesser creatures, who chose to commit suicide before him.



This place of victory I reside in, I recognize as home.
Who can lie in this throne? Only I, can reply alone.

Yeah, I'll give you props, kid.
You move verbs & bowels like boxes
and stack blurbs & vowels like stock kids
who toss nerfs & towels like..."Watch this".

Associated with Haze and Piff?

U sound pretty gifted when ur rhymes get 'spliff-ded'
but u need extra assistance (and luck)
to beat me with those tales cuz your delivery FAILS
like FedEX shipments left in the back of the truck.

Now I got some advice since you're 'on the throne'.
Leave the 'stock tips' in that newspaper alone
and check the messages on your phone
about those missing packages 'in your zone'
before your UPS boss starts asking: "Where's Tyrone?"

Don't mess around and get 'aired out'
before getting back to the warehouse
cuz he might change the 'source of living'
of The Crimson Gibbon if he begins riffing
about what "Brown can do for him"
when he catches wind of your position.

QUESTION:
Now how could a bass-ackwards,
'backpack rapping nobody' unmask
a Phantom and ruin his Opera?

ANSWER:
He thought he was flyer than a M.A.S.H. 'copta.
So I packed his back and body with funny raps
and pushed him out the Choppa.

 

[Red_Munkey]

Pardon my trespassing
Mr. Sensitive Trash Spitter
You permanent garbage litterer, pick up on aisle 7
Right next to the "Get-a-Life" starter kits.
I know you don't want to quit, but I thought that since you're a good sixteen short of forty-six
you'd no longer a see point to this.
Obviously, this author is suffering from an awful case
of arthritis. None of his bars are tight, it's like the colon
of a large broad full of lard who can fart earthquakes
out of her arse.
My arsenal is frightening, while my thoughts
are normally tighter than the scarred flesh stretching over the
muscles of a Titan's skin.
My aura draws light into itself, so potently
I can damn near arrange for the moon and earth
to re-unite again.
To be perfectly honest, I'm not even remotely worried
about you pushing my buttons or your inquiries
because you can't come close.
And with or without your recognition,
I would still be sick enough to reserve my own parking space of Glory.
Forget it, you're so boring