Battle Rap 11

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Battling me is the height of danger,
Before proceeding you’ll need to sign a waiver and a five page disclaimer.
My style is like a semibreve, yours is like a semiquaver - it’s clear that mine is greater.
I’m a rhyme creator with such a fine design it’s like each line is tailored,
The kind of mind you keep inside a cryochamber.
Your life’s a failure. I despise your terrified behavior.
To repeat: you must sign the liability clause before beginning this introductory course.
You’re a nobody - an insignificant pawn up against the king of this board,
I disregard your assault with a dismissive response.
Killing you off by swinging a sword with more individual torque than an infinite source of physical force.
Your continuous struggle with the simplest thoughts is an unbearable spectacle.
I’m the G.O.A.T. with the acronym serial, and I’m the 7.15.1.20 with the alphanumerical.
Smashing your pedestal, as dangerous as open flames near flammable chemicals.
My craft is impeccable.
What you craft is adequate, acceptable, but in comparison it’s actually terrible.
You’re trying to battle the perennial adversarial language professional,
That is hysterical. Challenging me? Incomprehensible.
You act as a receptacle for gang banging homosexuals – you carry more semen in your gastrointestinal tract than a hundred men carry in their testicular sacs.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
I’ve grown accustomed to defeating such queer opponents,
You must be huffing robitussin or be in a state of post-concussion to believe you could overcome my deepened focus.
I’ll beat you until your hemoglobin hematoma, I’ll beat you until all hell freezes over.
I’ll beat you until you cease your motor functions, my modus operandi is to murder in battle.
There’s no discussion. My style completely surrounds you like a circular angle.
I’m extraordinary, generate hype like a celebrity scandal, you’re merely average like a representative sample.
Your existence is worthless, a shamble. You’ll get your best verses dismantled.
This is a perfect example of the Hegelian conflict: if you make a statement I’ll refute it with such reasonable logic that we’ll both agree on it.
Compared to me you seem like novice.
While we’re keeping things honest, if someone said that it seems that you’re complex what they really mean is you’re nonsense.
You’re getting beaten, demolished, defeated and admonished with each repeated performance, like…
You’re a stenographer - I’m a professional lawyer.
You’re a rain drop - I’m a torrent of water.
You’re an interstate tourist - I’m a 15th century explorer.
You’re a bandwagoning fan - I’m an overzealous supporter.
You’re a male nurse - I’m specialist doctor.
You’re a pat on the head - I’m a brain hemorrhaging trauma.
You’re a wasteland - I’m the pleasant Bahamas.
You’re a microwave - I’m an infrared sauna.
You’re a crawling baby - I’m a Gold medalist vaulter.
You’re the prime minister of Tajikistan - I’m president Obama.
You’re a struggling playwright - I’m a bestselling author.
Basically, I’m better than you in every conceivable way. No person alive can conceive of a way in which you could defeat me. OK?
You voluntarily battled? You must be insane.
Not to mention the fact that you’re seemingly gay, meaning the way that you seem would appear to be gay.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that - I can even wreck you with call-backs,
Step on my warpath and you’ll get ejected like launchpads.
I’ll pressure your thorax, step on your chest like a doormat.
Defeat you on televised broadcast until you beg for redemption like Shawshank,
I’m better across any genre or specialized format.
Impressive with words, the Patriarch here like the Orthodox Church.
You’re just a peasant, a serf. An insignificant individual living in a Mongolian Yurt -
In terms of comparing our relative worth: I’m the cover of Forbes and you’re covered in dirt.
You defeat me? That’s fucking absurd.