Rap Battle #5

Step back, do me a favour, get braver,

I'm spitting a different flavour,

our languages aint similar,

you're a rookie versing a regular,

this is the feud settler;

lyrical wrestler.

Tell me, 'cuz I take requests,

what you want written on your grave, don't worry though

after you're gone, we're all gonna get happy

no one will mourn and get depressed,

I'm the best,

I know I'm causing you stress

beating me is an impossible test

but I'm refreshed;

I'm selling tutorials on better dissing, it'd be wise to invest.

Rap so bad, it's like you high on your own supply,

I ask why;

didn't the king of NY say not to,

or are you just a stupid fuckin kind of guy?

 

I heard yo bitch sucks good

after I put you six feet under

gonna bang her, 'cause I should,

don't worry about it though,

like I said, when you dead, it's all good.

She aint got fake breasts,

so damn, she represents,

one question though, how did you pull a fine one

when you live in a tent

and even then can't afford rent

wonder if your mind has went bent?

 

Number 10, I'll burn down your drug den,

number 9, I'll turn your blood into wine like Jesus,

get vicious,

be a martyr,

get harder, smarter, darker, sharper.

Number 8, let's get this one straight,

I've got a mac-10 around every corner,

and the bullets can't stand the wait,

until I unload on you, chop you up,

hide yo decomposing ass in a sushi crate.

Number 7, this diss is more violent than 9/11,

but unlike those victims,

you're going far from heaven.

Number 6, and for this, go ahead, call me sick

but I wonder what you look like without your eyeballs,

nail them to the walls,

then see if you're so slick.

Number 5, I'll skin you alive,

open wide,

your skin is now a food supply.

Number 4, better not answer the door,

I'll be there backed with my homes,

watch your shot up body hit the floor.

Number 3, watch your step around me,

I don't play fair on the trigger,

my bullets are bigger,

quick to get a cap into your knee.

Number 2, what's got into you,

challenging the thug nigga I am,

I'll make sure the last thing you hear is a glock's bam bam

as for people who gave a shit

there were few.

 

And number one, don't get this wrong,

but I'm gonna make this "dispute" scary and long,

better not start up your car,

watch out for the ignition bomb.

Tempt me, see what else is up my sleeve,

perhaps I'll pop out the mistletoe, stab your ass,

right in front of yo kids, around Christmas Eve,

think it's time you leave,

a luxury coffin is all you gonna achieve,

better believe

that there's no mercy,

before I'm done I'm gonna take you down,

outta call me "Watson, Percy".