This is a rap battle: all views and threats are not at all necessarily real, they don't convey my real views.
Hot damn I didn't quite plan for a cannibal like Hannibal to eat my heart like blam!
But the thing is my opponent was just a simple Stan-resemblin' adolescent sham,
The moment I looked closer like 'come eat my ass' he ran,
Notification in my inbox says I got an hour left to post,
I'm like "fuck happened to the planning? This guy had ready-to-paste boasts?"
So I'm sitting here like shit, forty-nine minutes or I'm toast,
Read the Round 1 like a holiday, shit I'm chilling on the coast,
Gucci Gang Bombs go bang, Allahu-silence-then-there's-blood,
Supa Dud never gonna make a heart thud,
Fuckboy listen here I'm an agent on a mission,
My mission is to grab Medusa by her snakes while they be hissin',
'Cause aint no whore like you turning to stone what's already rock and risen,
Take it, every inch, and just before you cry, remember that a bitch like you aint ever lookin' me in the eye,
So who the fuck you kiddin'? You gon' turn me to stone? That shit's faker than the make-up you'll be spreading on my bone,
Every hole's a goal right? But your keeper just aint tryin',
You love when a choirboy said St. John can I snake-charm your bar of iron?
Mouth so golden yes it is, when it's me inside that throat,
But when I'm gone you're just a Sanders to my Clinton, losin' dignity and hope,
Don't tell me you're my Trump, then again you just may be,
Winning by the lies you disguise as having validity,
You aint winnin' tho tarnished-gold-hair-n-mouth boy 'Cause compared to this plat'num you may as well be free.
Last battle you got torn so hard that I felt bad for you bitch,
Had to wipe that profile entirely just so you wouldn't get put in the ditch,
But the real joke wasn't that your profile was cringey, that sad thing is you conformed,
See I've been mocked as well all through to hell and back and I'm still me, the weird kid goin' strong,
Albeit not a kid now, I've grown many years from my origin,
Got banned 5 years back and now I'm better than envisioned,
I have a cringey profile too but I slice you up with deep incisions,
Your digs lack real structure, tall building... What a tasty demolition!
Think you're batman? You're a joker. Think you're even competition?
Calling me a fat faggot like that's ironic little shit,
You called me a glorious homo just before tried to sit,
Shit it was too big didn't fit in your tiny little slit,
Just like ideas and information, you cannot swallow what you spit,
Fuckin' hypocrite pushin' every limit 'til I snap,
Who the hell you think you're messing with? I'm a demigod of rap,
You're a motherfucking mortal, watch these tentacles as they rape,.
You're gon' be screaming like a hentai girl you say I watch on tape,
You're the type to scream for mercy, try to tell me that you're sorry,
But trust me Supa, I'll be ruthless, end o' story.
"You play the victim card more than Fredo"
fredo cuomo lmao
I’ll vote on this later tonight or tomorrow
my bad, i was away friday and saturday
I will be legit with you superdudz, RM is going easy on you. I battled him a few months ago and I know he's got juice. You need to study the advanced shit that both me and him can show you. We can make you a great rapper in the poetic as well as the musical aspects.
When I was your age, I wasn't shit with my raps. But I wrote and wrote until I was Eminem. I know you can be a high calibur rapper, if you apply yourself you could become one of the lyrical giants. But you need two things:
A) You need to study all aspects of the rap game
B) You need a higher source of information, and motivation rooted in things such as social change and existential truth rather than mere profit or ego.
RM takes the lead. Supadudz try using more multis and getting more aggressive.