Netcees - Battlerap ate. Battleraps gay. I'm a battlerap rape, disguised in rapplebat bapes. I'm a tattletale. Gay

I'm awkward, and absurd. Awkard. A turd. You didn't make me proud. Or dull boy. Just wow. I'm absurd like the blood moon getting it's period. It must be embarrassing becoming a woman in front of thousands. Not the moon, though; YOU.

I'll beat you clean without focus, So please take the sincerest condolence
*pretend scared dialogue of my weakling opponent*
Your highlighted quotes, are sure eye-popping yo......
...except most of the highlights were when you pretended to goat
Not gote as in Zy, when he wrote. I mean GOAT, as in I.
Science to most, you're a silent whisper. Sci-fi, a ghost.
Obviously, and subconsciously, it's dope. That most of your lines end in "-ly" cause you're slow.
Abnormally fluctuate an enormous undulation through your acutely created musing equation
Then abuse and abate you as you wait to be truthfully slated.
This is easy to do, cause the English language add's -ly as a suffix to most words
I offended you most, with my impeccable short bursts. You're so delicate, the goats hurt.
*weak punchline/perfect rhyming* I'm hot, dog and nasty! Served with relish and yogurt.
You're over zealous and slower, cut you to sections when my tongue erupts a nova
The only wolf gang's you're involved in, is the impetus at the country club for Mozart
It's like I invented sonar, when my mind detects you shy, reticent co-stars
Leave you upside a hospital bed with no arms
Visit you after hours with a crowbar & accidental-LY forget the "hope you get better" giant postcards
Thank god for LY, cause the amount of details through adjectives would be ungodly to solve
Yeah, I'm absurd with the bars. Absurd when I cough. So absurd when I rhyme
I get double the amount of absurd views of you and your commentators combined
cause mentalLY, the end-game is clear. I'm clever. Obtuse
Drinking methane with beer - sorry, I had to make this OM funny, something you never would do
I get front pages full of my style, you get a page of my supposed alias that did it better than you
You can refer to the link, here I embedded it too: http://netcees.co/showthread.php?t=60160
Not bed as in sex, faggot. I mean embedded, for views.
Cause the jabs are so obvious, that, shit. I could hear you shadowboxing in the other room
(either a compliment to your training, or low-blow reference to masturbating...up to you.)
And speaking of low-blows, your whole team of topicalists know so
if it weren't for three votes from the topical guidos, I wouldve blown you out six-zero from here, to Toledo.
Just picture me. Cheetos. all over my leopard Tuxedo.
Take a note: that was a double entendre imagery c-note...something most of you struggle in, Negroes.
My footwork is outstanding, let's go toe-to-toe mi amigo, step in the ring and watch my squash this mosquito with untouchable feet flow
Still in my street clothes, you'll get wrapped for the beef like burritos.
In the ring I could out-dance a Latino, or your non-eloquent trio.
I mean, ATLEAST make it interesting. Funny, perhaps, a story with voices, like
ECONOMICALLY: I'm a king pin, destroy your little enjoyment. Visit your buoyant woman at the strip club and throw dollar bills moistened and laced with some poison. I'll monopolize every coin you own, that's gotta be funny cause the dollar bills are actually monopoly money
PSYCHOLOGICALLY: Deploy an annoying conjecture, at every point in your lecture, above all cognitive celluloid. Photo-bomb you at weddings, boy. Deploy a job at your local news station, always on point with the weather. Wink at you as a gesture. Join you at your job, as a guest speaker, devoid you of pleasure, and give you paranoia about paranoia, psychological test. PerceptiveLY leave you paranoid about being depressed.
And if the doctrines PHILOSOPHY - that's a large ideology, I'm a god of ontology, you're a modern aesthetic, of somber commodity. A conception of thought, conjured in seconds, with more conviction than a metaphysical force.
You're an unproven theory, I got the tenet of wisdom of all.
You're Virgin Mary, I'm the semen that impregnates your mom, ~~~~~ topical textcee is born.
" Hey, now those ~~~ look like semen, come on!" Yeah that's imagery, gosh.
I could have chyeahhh like "murdered that battle rap" except it's not a conspiracy, dog.
It's the most ethereal prophecy, <VS> the dudes spewing material monotony
Vampiric with sharpened teeth, sheathing his armory, so much, during Afghanistan, Condoleezza made calls to me
The only thing you achieving is orgasm, at my flow chasm, I'm achieving empirical sovereignty
Your meaning is arbitrary, excuse me, and pardon please, I could bypass your alarms when I sneak in by burglary
Get the truth out of you, with serums from botany, you serious?
Stop it please. It's like comparing a sequoia to an ear of some broccoli.
Fearsome biology, I demand the most sincerest apology
Or you'll get ethered, in approximately - three - nevermind, someone PLEASE call the medical responders.
Sheesh! So sick, it's like I caught disease, in the Congo. Get off of me.
I respond with the most impossibly crafted, logically mastered rhymes on the planet
You respond with despondency, sadness, and the inconsistency of a porn site that crashes.
It's technologically tattered, the psychological psychopath with an unpure armed meta
Giving encores on set, with hardcore knot pressure from my quad-core processors