"Messed up a few times Wrote out the wrong lines Rap chauvinist, oh my Allow him to go die" These are the mindsets Of two little broke guys Yolo and Balto, you know you're messing with Bro9?! About time that I squashed some bugs Take out a KG-99 and fill you up with slugs While Romeo and Juliet here rigorously snug Now 'place that last word with something really offensive, lugs And yes, it's exciting Static To watch these freaks go down Guys are circumventing all routes to avoid this town Criticism was harsh, but the output was spectacular Didn't take too much to develop a grand vernacular I'll leave you now to flip each others' spatulas Before Dracula takes a massive bite out of you vampires You blood-sucking leeches, all you do is get fat, it's dire Get too plump and you're gonna get Shreked by Michael Myers Ogres, huh, I'm pretty sure Balto's into that He mistook a girl for her ****** brother mattafact After doing his deeds he never even realized that Him and Moby were both eating all those "sea men", damn it's sad And oh Yolo, Yolo, schooling others on flow Why don't you come back with a good one and then cry some more Time for me to get out, a life to live, I have it So next time think about whatta say 'fore you write and rap it
Lol finally some flow there, nice job, I'll be sure to get back to you on that but for now I'm sleep
and Bro9 killin it every time! hes so shined, delivering rhymes! ok It's go time, no mo shivering spines no room for weak minds, pencilling lines! I get so excited watchin em spit it its like a scientist fightin a chemist in a kitchen, mixing venomous lyrics with no limits only devouring spirits! My god, the winner is perseverance! Listening, curious of endurance. fans cheerin, thats serious clearance, needed to keep my Sheeran appearance cuz at rappin I'm in charge! Static the colonel watchin cyphers go hard like its life is eternal Im a real writer! Yea my wife is a journal! and I "spit hot fire" like my life is infernal! thx for the inspiration bro
Static is in charge? that's funny did you come up with it, all on your own to start? or did you just do word-smithing on accident? And speaking of accidents Looks like yolo's come back again To display to us his lack again Of intelligent acronyms Well maybe not acronyms Cuz then he'd have to spell And that requires higher than first grade And Mrs. Jernigen's hell That's what you called it wasn't it When you started to smell And those other kids made fun of you in gym class when you climbed rope and you fell And lil timmy and jamie did better That's when you start feeling worthless That's a feeling you've gotten so used to Like stockholm's you deserve this And it's your fault that they do it So you just give in to the torture There's no saving you now little yolo You'll just ask for some more, sure We can give you some mean words Since you seem to keep askin We can talk like we hate you Since you cased like a basket What's the point though guys You know really it's tragic Watching special people get smashed By mister brobot and static And one their arms each could be tied Mentally behind backs it's Just not really fair to compare Their mental capacities They're unmatched by these clowns Like a chihuaha fighting a doberman We know which one starts and ends on top Can't bet when it's stacked to win So let's just step back a min And rethink what we're doin here Let morons fight their own kind now And just watch as they dissapear
Bars upon bars upon bars is what I drop. Milky making emcees soggy like snap crackle pop. I'm the analytical animal acting asinine. The masochistical maniacal mastermind. Static says we're done pulling punches and that's fine. Y'all can take any path you want but don't cross mine. I'm blowing up like Google searches for Kim Kardashian's ass. Any competition steps to me and I'm smashing it fast. Lay you out on display while I splay. Horror and dismay, I'll cut you up like OJ, rapper filet. If I don't have anything nice to say, go away? No way, Jose. Milky here to stay. May I convey my cache of rhyme buffet? Okay. Today is the day this Cypher soirée goes all the way. I have a field day with you wack ass rappers, like all the way May. Damn did that just happen? Did I break it? 'Cause I don't see anyone else rappin.
Brobot my son, you should've hidden when you had the chance, Check your stance, My beats so deadly.. itll automaticly make your legs dance. Take your family hostage at the first glance, Its not been done yet, but im sooo sure that im telling you in advance. Inhance deeper, your like a car-boot sale but cheaper, You think yourself a reaper? I take more souls than you with a shovel and a sweeper. Ima sink you deeper! Like the blue peter, sinking to the water bed, Ive already been said to be the deadliest raper on this thread, Kaw freestyle elite! my flags are waving red, I suggest you put a condom over your head, coz your spreading HIV with what you've just said! Loaded mac-10 and 5mm's for my rifle, I'll burry your 6 feet deep, I swear DOWN, coz i walk AROUND with one hand on the bible, Geneticly modified, this ish trible, like my idols im homicidle, Leave before i leave you with thoughts that are suicidle. (Taking it easy.. walk away.. or ima roast you son)
Where'd you go Balto Don't leave us behind, yo We need to see some spirit before you ride out, bro Kidding, its mine though "Bro" it's my title Crawl back 'to your hole as I create my rightful Flow Yes, you heard right Brobot9 is coming back for another fight Never mind that Balto crap, now it's time To put an end to Yolo's rapping right Now all rise... to the service of the "king" Allow us to all serve him with words that sting This guy never really attracts any positives Don't know what to do all with the people who claim toppin' him Let's start by lopping him Put his head in Santa's window so he'll stop working and start watching him There's no stoppin' him He's already ripping off Santa's head, cutting off the glee-man's oxygen Santa stumbles He can't even move His whole face is blue "No one's to rescue you" Says Yolo, he's pretty goddamn violent All that rage from getting coal's finally raising higher Until he leaves the workshop feeling like Hannibal He cut open the elves' heads and had "Fromage de Cannibal" Man, Yolo just messed up Christmas See the child in the distance That 6-year old's pissed, miss He's beating up his map of Panama's isthmus Venting all of his rage on geography and biscuits Cuz Santa isn't gonna get his cookies anymore Being dead and all kinda puts a dent in that door So the mad-ass boy runs past his front porch His fatness isn't gonna make him forget any force After two minutes, boom, he's at Yolo's hold They're both ripping and scratching at their own Goddamn throats Oh, there goes Yolo's jugular and his moldy clothes Now Yolo's sprawled out dead, all over his musty boat Two psychopaths just went at it The one who's crazier just killed the rap addict The 6-year old boy just freaking did it again Balto, here, just cut and butchered MC Yoloking That was your WTF verse for the week :lol:
Many good rappers here, its almost a challenge to defeat em, or even shred em with talons! still I eat em.... like a nutritional balance I do it on accident, without a shred of my talent! The skill im infusing is the savior of music! I dont try to do it, just stay true when i use it! Hell, Im a poet, so you know I didnt choose it I show up and blow up, the recipe is elusive! Im sorry if Im killin all the competition I told them bring their best, but I guess they didnt. But I do! You'd hear it if you stop and listen! You probably wishin I wouldnt take you out commission. Static in the kitchen while yall rappers outside kissin! I'm putting in the work Its the part yall keep on missin! So I keep words in frenzy cuz my friends be on a mission! And you slackers do not tempt me cuz u rappers are my victims! so if you spit it, come and get it! Ill eat you like a picnic! The best at rap? I been it! Critics say Im puttin on a clinic. I unintentionally win it! so many rhymes with no limits a hundred lines, no gimmicks! shout out to Milky and Burns because I appointed em senate! and yall cant do it how they did it. So rappers keep up fibbin and sinnin in sentence the synonym of your penance... a circle of the sickest and yalls ass aint in it! come at me KaW