Xclusive Battle

I'm taking back my position
I'm giving fat stitches to these wack bitches, tipping fat bitches
Who ain't made sandwiches, and that's a fact which is
Demands action is, a tragic bliss
Let me snap that back to these wack actors
Let me rap some facts so ya ain't backwards
How you gon' feel entitled with no legacy?
I see the truth that we know I wasn't meant to see
Causing issues over nothing
Spread it through the pubilc, then go and question why I didn't love it
I'm the hateful one? You should be greatful hon'
Without me, who you got to get to aiming on?
Who else you spraying for? My name's convenience
I'm a loud pale motherfucker with a fat penis
This shit is that easy, Stevie Wonder could've seen it
Pointless disagreements lead to grievance for no reasons


C R to the O C, the og
Only the freshest motherfucker, yeah you know me
From my throne g, it gets a little lonely
Had to come home and overthrow these phonies
And oh please, ain't nothing been forgiven
Enough with all the pissin' and moanin' and whinin' and bitchin'
Time to listen, this is more than senseless dissin'
But is it just me? Or is there something that I'm missin'?
No quality in this street, ya suckers like candy
Now that's just fine and dandy but I just ain't a fan g
I'mma make you cats see you're outmatched at me
You're never gonna catch me, just collapse fastly
I'll be at your wedding, your divorce, and your funeral
24/7 365 I'm with you
Through thick or thin, make no mistake, no issue
I'm coming motherfucker, I'm out to get you

Slap In The Face

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Modern Thoughts

Fuck you Godly you're a fuckin spoon mate

Shifty Shifty

*hook*
You say you only got one attack (one attack)
Well motherfucker I can't fuck with that (fuck with that)
Say you'll put a bullet in my back (in my back)
Well motherfucker I can double that (double that)
 
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door
2, 4, 6 and to the 8
Croc's here now you got some real trouble on your plate
Real trouble on your plate
Like you overslept your audition - call that a mistake (missed take)
I'm fixated on how you get clickbaited
By wack rappers claiming fresh when they shit faded
I'm only here to spit shit so clear
You can hear it when I'm near it but these bitches so pixelated
My lyrics ain't [auto] or [tuned] so you can't [steer] it
Through a clearing, though that's something that these pricks debating
And this shit's amazing how I'm still raising hell
Should I raise the roof? Yeah bitch I may as well
And I say you smell, but not pleasantly
I didn't come here to exchange pleasantries
I came here to maim [deers] and I ain't kidding [doe]
Y'all got some lame ideas and I ain't kidding ho
I fell in love with the game and now I'm smitten, yo
Ain't space for me to claim but I'll still fit in bro
I ain't finished though, not until one of us drops
And I'm not gonna give up the hip hop
'Till you screaming when you see me like you're [Slipknot]
And you say "he fought to liberate his sic thoughts"

*hook*
 
Excalibur in both hands I go akimbo
This is my kingdom, I'm the king yo
When I say this I ain't tryna be mean bro
When I [break] you it's just because you seem [slow]
I don't do donuts I do sixes and nines
While I'm snorting them lines
And I'm tryna find a girl that I can hit from behind
But I'm starting to go blind, I'm out my fucking mind
I gotta chill on the bottle - fuck that!
Go full throttle 'til I sound like a Rugrat
If it's wet and juicy you know that I'll munch that
Still got standards, won't fuck her if the slut's fat
My music you bump that all night long
When it finish, put on another song
When I'm done you cry like a child when your mother's gone
She just up and left you on some other lawn
I don't blame her 'cause you looking like a Skittle
Would I have regret? Not even a little
The world's a waterfall and you are just a trickle
Always sitting in your room, just having a fiddle
You the type to haunt Omegle with your dick pics
You thinking that you oiled up with all of your slick shit
It's a steep slope, truth is that you slipped, prick
You belong at the bottom, never had a hit, bitch
 
*hook*
 
My mind is always working like it is a sweatshop
If you bet that you can beat that bitch, I bet not
Time to take a fucking nap, lay in your bed, thot
Went against the Croc and now you're fucking dead, huh
A machined animal, I'm ahead of ya
The genetically engineered [predator]
New and improved, bitch I beat [Schwarzenegger]
This mission I implore for you to abort I beg ya
Man that rhyme was as awkward as your pity party
It's your birthday you can cry if you want to honey
Pastel ribbons would've brought your friends? Man that's funny
Sympathy for cry baby you don't get none from me
I hold nothing but contempt for a turd burglar
The jury found me guilty of attempted murder
You should know by now that when I'm near I tend to hurt ya
Like getting shot by your mum I just pretend to nurture
I'm that backstabbing fag-clapping demon in your nightmares
I hide in the shadows, there's no light there
I've been in stories for ages 'cause I might scare
All of the naughty little children and their dyke friends
Put the gun away, how can you kill that which is infinite?
A killer with his penmanship
I leave you in the abyss that I've been spinning, bitch
I'll see you all in hell, I was sent from it

Double That

I am the ultimate doom to Ruthless like it's 1995
I got more talent in my two fists than he does in his entire tiny mind
You wrote a 15 minute diss on a little kid
And you couldn't even be fucked to finish spitting that shit
You're fucking pathetic, acting like 2Pac would suck your dick
Walk around asking "who's hot" well it's not you you little prick
This little faggot couldn't even be a hasbeen
All this slapstick spastic does is ride is dad's dick
I could live in a house made of Wonder White and be less inbred than you
I'll get charged with necrophilia after this 'cause I'm fucking the dead with you
Little bitch got no fucking emotion in his lyrics
Yeah you can be loud but you like a Ghostbuster, you just sucking my spirit
Actually Ghostbuster is a perfect name for you
People don't believe in you and you more wack than a fly under my shoe
That's funny 'cause I'm fly but you're the one who's bugging me
Got your picture on everything, why? You fucking ugly, g
Man you admit it yourself, you called your song "I'm not lyrical"
But it was only two lines dude, what the fuck that's pitiful
You say the style I spit is the opposite of you
You're damn right prick, you're so shit you clogged my loo
Now back to your track called Crackdown
How the fuck can you go off beat when you just copied Back Down?
It's time for Croc to put the smack down to this wack clown
Rape this motherfucker like I caught him with his pants down
Don't fucking come in here acting like you own things
You don't know things, bitch you fucking with an OG
I'm only 18 but I'll force you to respect me like your elder
You can act mean but I'll make a finger gun and you'll get held up
Commiserable cocky little cunt, you're lucky there's a time limit on this
I don't even need to death roll you 'cause you dug your own fucking ditch

MC Ruthless BYOB

No Cap (feat. Next Apollo)

https://soundcloud.com/nextapollo

I shot myself in the head, then came back from the dead
Just to spread fear and panic through the shit that I said
I'm under your bed, in your closet and the attic
My name ain't Elmer Fudd but I will hunt you like a rabbit
All across the planet, bitch I'm intergalactic
Like a cancer-stricken Brit, I'm smoking faggots
God personally sent me straight to the abyss
But the devil didn't want me so he sent me back to this
I been everywhere from heaven to hell and in between
And I've lived in a cell, it ain't nothing to me
I'm fucking MCs who dared to think they could fuck with me
So what do you see? A bunch of twinks sucking my D
It's disgusting to think the damage I could do with a pen
Let alone a loaded handgun if I got one again
I get under your skin, a Christian cries at my sin
I'm Satan's family, but I'm the black sheep of his kin

With the force of several devils from different levels of hell
You revel in a shell of our skill, cannot you tell?
We'll eat you like a meal if we feel you fit the bill
If you still don't understand, then man, you better kneel

I had to hide my true colors like I'm michael jackson bleachin
But they saw thru my grin and saw the heathen within
So i had to start sneakin and schemin
Making my rep increase becoming the best demon
I would make them pick fights till all of them were dyin
The way I achieved power I felt like Andre Lyon
And as they left this mortal plain gone for eons
I felt the need to be more creative like I'm Elon
Cause I'm breaking these bodies turning them to ions
Clean it like a dyson to make this world brighten
The dylon ties u up and strikes like a python
Click click pow just like my fucking python

With the force of several devils from different levels of hell
You revel in a shell of our skill, cannot you tell?
We'll eat you like a meal if we feel you fit the bill
If you still don't understand, then man, you better kneel

I'm a failed abortion, type that you adore, bitch
I stink like horse shit but I flaunt like I'm flawless
When I floor it I'm already doing war crimes
I bring you back to life so I can kill you at least four times
I am unescapable, I live in your skull
I'm like a fucking parasite, I feed on the dull
I am the apocalypse, end of your days
There's no way you can escape me so bitch, you better pray

With the force of several devils from different levels of hell
You revel in a shell of our skill, cannot you tell?
We'll eat you like a meal if we feel you fit the bill
If you still don't understand, then man, you better kneel

You see my style is older than the maya, written on papaya
Three Sisters of rap rhymes, punches, and the meaning of the higher
Meaning that my aztec death toll check is greater than your whole rap set
Fuck that whole discography I'm the anomaly constantly
Writing these bars like I do this shit autonomously
Automatic got the flow electric with the static
I'm the resistance to your flow I would guess that the currents tragic

With the force of several devils from different levels of hell
You revel in a shell of our skill, cannot you tell?
We'll eat you like a meal if we feel you fit the bill
If you still don't understand, then man, you better kneel

Manhunt ft. Next Apollo

I don't even know where to start with this so called "professional rapper"
If you're such an artist then where the fuck are your raps at, faggot?
Your only activity was getting your ass clapped by Omega
Man you'll never place second but you bring a whole new meaning to the word beta
I only made it 43 seconds into that, the end I wasn't nearing it
'Cause I was eating as I was reading it and you made me throw up in my cereal
They say you gotta crawl before you can walk, but Skin said fuck that
Ran straight into battling and this maggot fell flat
Professional my ass, you ain't dropped a tune in two years
And nobody listened to it, at least not anyone with a working two ears
I can read your fucking mind Skin, you only got two fears
Dying alone and unloved, and anything stronger than two beers
And two litres of absinthe would fuck me up less than your voice
s-s-s-s-s-s-s man fuck you're annoying
A pro would have a decent mic, not one that made my ears burst
Or maybe it is decent, just everything you touch is cursed
And what the fuck is an Olodumare? Shit makes less sense than your verses
I bet this isn't the first time you've heard this but you're the reason nobody's perfect
You single handedly make people suicidal
And you guzzle more nozzles than Lacinyc's waifu
Your remasters went disastrously
People slept on you before and guess what, they still fast asleep
It's just a real shame that your picture has no basis in reality
If you sealed your mouth and shot yourself we'd all live happily
I could take the cheap shot and call you Foreskinwalker
But I highly doubt this dork could even count to four, he was never taught
How to use his brain, his cranium's devoid of a thought
All he knows is how to suck dick so well he sells himself on the corner
That's why you're covering your mouth isn't it? To stop the cum from leaking out
The sticky brown gooey mess from all the shit that you spout
Oh wait, what shit? Bitch you been hiding away
The only time you're hot is after I spit this fire, you getting fried today
But then you finna drop off again, like a wart on a dick
You're a constant annoyance, but you get ignored for the more important shit
You drive away chicks the way you sound like a nine year old addicted to crack
J_A_C sounds like he's got bigger balls, I'm sure you'd love to take them from the back
Fucking faggot, how the fuck is this fool the favourite to win?
Feels like you feel bad for this drooling spastic and out of pity gave it to him
I know I'm the underdog here, but that helps me to bite you in the dick
Does this thick prick really think he can walk away from this shit?
You're the fan favourite but the fans will chop you into little bits
Bend you like a little bitch and grab hold of your little dick
I've had enough of this little prick, I'll give him a little kick
Fuck that, I'll curb stomp this retarded cunt into a little ditch

Skinwalker BYOB

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