lyrical battle, your own lyrics on the spot,

dont chat crap to the dapper, you will get clapped in the back with a hammer, dont give a shit if you act like rhianna, you will get left on the floor with a stammer/ you will get battered lyrically worked, i aint got a warrant but you will get searched, stopped on the spot and probably hurt, either way mate your gonna get merked/

 

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I'll never get merked, I'll chew you like nerf, spit you out into the dirt, I mean, you like to be grimey right? While my watch is shining bright, your shit is hiding spite in your heart so come out of dark, damn bitch, I'll even let you spark, at leats you ain't give up, so I guess you got heart, don't start, you'll get marked, with a bar, up through your forehead, then I'll leave you on the floor dead, you better bring you homestead, while you' eatin' honey combs-red, I'm up in your bed with your girl she said I got game, and then she gave me head, asked her could we bang instead, and then she gave me half your bread, another one played. 'Cause I'm a playa' like Too Short, treat the game like a seasoned sport, before I teleport the cohort, for the war. Then awards for me galore, cuz other niggas swore I'm that dude that you abhor, it's time for you to anchor, either that or do something, talk about I'm gettin' lyrically worked? You ain't doin' shit, just actin' like a skirt, you need to quit frontin 'fore your ass get burped up by my dog, that's right I'm a boss runnin shit at low cost and then yu see that cloth, egyptian like it's so soft, shit I'm getti' paid how about you, been killin' the game since my homie willie died dude, spit this to the "5 On It" to your crew..they'll be like o shit my dude...I ain't ready to quit yet, cuz I ain't done feeding you shit yet, ain't hit a lick yet, are you ready spit yet, did you ever catch a clit yet? Or is your system glitched yet? To you I give mad respect, 'cause you ain't expeienced yet, you ain't used to my flow, ain't close to my zone, you're just a fuckin' hoe. I came out on cessarian, almost was aborted that's why I'm gonna bury 'em. Better drink your dairy son, yur bone just might surcome, I'm not sure if you can handle the Huns, if we come through with our guns, cuz we will steal your sack, lay you on your back, run your pockets for your crack, and eat it like a snack, and you don't wanna snap back, 'cause you know you'll get clapped back, until the day you rap back, you're just a pussy, a wannabe, or why don't you push me? You don't wanna see? No, you're stuck up on that pussy shit, you just wanna suck my dick, I'd let you, but I'm afraid it might get bit and if ut did, it wouldn't be no kid shit, I'd rip your heart out through your torso, maybe just a kidiney so I can watch you die slow, this shit is ride or die hoe, wait I know, your too intimidated by the show, not the flow right? Oh, wait a minute, this ain't even real life, so shit I'm out, aiight

 

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you aint got no time
cuz ure 35 and makin up crap rymes
sittin at ure computer like a nerd
social lyfe obviously unheard
u chattin bout kids man ure a child
to be honest ure lyrics are only just mild

McMErsE --- lol im onli 13

 

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Grrr.

This thread must die.
I'm making it my mission.

See you in the cesspool, ladies.

 

yo thats u in ure picture
lookin like a right prikster
check that beard n hat
think ure good with the ladies think ure phat
wot sort of name is invert nexus
gunna get merked by merse ak in ma lexus
bullets penetrate rite in ur back
no bulletproof vest
bullets goes thru ure back in thru ure chest
u drop to the ground
u make no sound
now really there i such thing as misssion impossible
cuz ill keep spittin im unstopable
merse spit dirt thatll bury ure flow
n evry1 knows i got bare hoes
evry1 knows ure a puff that soes
evry1 knows that u blaze that blow
ma flows transformed like im a zoid
cum test me u get destroyed
yeeeaah McMErsE

 

Fuck off.

 

haha u got merked blud hahaaaaaaaaaa

 

you cant handle this mc
i got a sikka flow than kids on xtc
u think that ure down for the grime
but u cannot rhyme
ill let u off this time
ill let it slip dats fine

 

MCmerse, I like your second verse,please see if you can merk me, I'll leave you thirsty searching for the gold, your shit'll get stoled on, before you get rolled on, while you tryin' to get your flow on, I'm gettin' my show on. 15 years and sold on 5 different blocks long john, I'll fut my blade through your colon, then come back like conan, the barbarian and bury him, before I break etherium, you marry kin, I carry gin, you' fairly prim, send you to the fairy-gwen, and leave you in the hairy fens,wondering why and when, making sins, Hungarians have done been through the devil's den. and you cannot contest we're men, even when we're only ten.

 

Yay!

It's not the cesspool. But it's out of philosophy.

Go back to your rhymes now, gene-jokes.

 

yeah see u drink gin
i mean i gotsta admit that aint no sin
rollin thry ma endz
lost of twisty bendz
tryin to avoid ma boyz
tryin to make as lil noize
bullets penetrate ure merk
6ft unda end up in the dirt
i draw for the tool like bob the builder
pencil in ure mum thats how i killed her
draw it back on me u drop ure razor
tryin to keep this teenager of ure tazer
u droppd ure blade and ma fingerz on ure tazer
u got no chance ure weaker than malcolm glazer
see u cant imagine how to reply to this
ull jsu sit there n have a lil hiss
now im off to chill with ma boyz
cuz im not like u i dont play with no action man toyz

McMErsE reppin manchesta aka gunchesta

 

your a wanker, you will get fucked up worse than cancer if you test my anger, i'm heavy like an anchor and i dont wanna shank ya but i will if i have to, and we got gats too, hollow tips flyin, your mum in the hospital cryin when she finds out that her son is dyin, from a gun shot wound to the chest, found on the floor in a mess, blood soaked all through his vest, friends be wearin their best, when your dead in a box, i get dirty like your grandads socks,and i push rocks so i stack papers, dont give a shit i'll clap any fakers, like ONJI17, what the fucks that any way, come to my block youll get wacked up any day, dont give a shit if your gonna let your pellets spray, cos they wont beat the AK. either way i gonna get raw, spin your pockets before i spin your jaw, you will get left in a heap on the floor, i bring the lyrical war.

Reppin south west london you boombaclaaats!!
Big up merse!

 

look at you, you're spittin and dribblin, like jamie oliver, but you're shit at cookin'
you're a disgrace, a disgrace to the race, disgrace to the humans all over the place, the humans in the human race.
you need velcro shoes, cause laces confuse you, you need help to get dressed and when it comes to washing, you're pretty hard pressed.
drop the hard act and go back to watching blue peter, my rhymes are so fucking good they're right off the meter.

 

Twenty-four inches of cold blue steel
Kick it back baby and I'll make it so real
Open up sugar and I'll make you feel my
Python
I gotta python of love

Push it in deep and listen to you scream
Twistin' and moanin as we ream and steam
My python burns you up like a laser beam
That python ... (&c, &c)

(What? I try not to devote much thought to it; "Python" is actually a contemptuous joke about my poor regard for rap.)

 

nine inches of rock hard cock, your mum sucks that for a .2 rock, and she loves it cos your dad is a flop, and she aint ever gonna stop/ she'd leave the prick if it werent for you, cos your a homo and you get bullied too, she dont wanna make things worse for you, so shes trapped in a drug circle with me and my crew/ she hugs the pipe when you go to work, when she leaves home shes a desperate flirt, knee high boots and a skimpy skirt, she will end up in the dirt/ she still got worked but i used protection, had to double up to prevent infection, she got it hard in the anal section, then she woke up with no recollection/ so shes a good mum but raw in bed, like a XXX porno the way she gives head, i dont even ask and her legs are spread, but i thought na and fucked your chick instead.

so dont badmouth the raps, cos we will draw for the swords and bats, you dont wanna feel these rap cats clap, cos we might even reach for the gat/ come on you dont really want that, get a blapp blapp through the door of your flat, so dont come with your contemptuous crap, you will get left on the floor on your back

Roll out you cheif and get back in the library

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Somebody make it stop.
Or make me stop looking.
Either will do.

 

fuck off you tramp

 

Right, me lad, it's more from my favourite rappers for you. Derek and Clive in da house:

 

your a geek mate fuck off with your clive and derek bullshit no 1 wants to read that shit if you cant even make up a couple of lines then fuck off and get a job. youve probably got webbed feet you mug

 

Doh, silly!

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You were forgetting about me!!