Rap Battle #10

I flatten your types like a steamroller,

you get crushed up like I'm a molar,

you just sound like your bi-polar.

I flow like liquid, Brits called me wicked,

you want to be this battle's president,

a little man syndrome dictator,

bitch I was already elected.

Someone needs to get you botox,

because you're surely cyclops,

2 days after you were bought from Asda

the store wanted you recalled.

My raps have no limits, I'm more vicious than Satan

and this battle's entire duration

has been your free trial of damnation.

You should leave, get back to pen and paper

learn to walk before you can run,

you're not worth a bullet so here's a taser.

Keep in mind that you're still mortal,

and I'm still hostile,

I guess you're the big man now you got a pistol.

 

Now run along to therapy,

I feel sorry for you, can I donate to your charity,

give you a heads up to NEVER rap against me,

or do you need more clarity?

You dropped harder than an air bomb,

missed your target and now you're gone.

I can recommend to you different ways to fuck yourself,

you should stop screwing around

it's apparently bad for your health.

My punches are quality, homemade,

I aimed my gun in shootouts, you sprayed and prayed;

your raps don't carry no weight.

Congrats, you figured out how to use a keyboard, hun,

happy fucking days, now move the fuck on,

I tear through you and destroy vital organs like a Gatling gun.

You backfire like a Davy Crockett,

we all know three's only some gum and a condom inside of your pocket.

I'll make your hood uninhabitable like Chernobyl,

you're already losing, don't know why the fuck you're so hopeful.

Cave in your skull like a sledgehammer,

why are you laughing, this isn't banter,

it's just the result of fucking with a certified gangster.