Grr, Yolo smash. Yolo smash, smash all, smash everything. Yolo angry. I appreciate that though. I am very good aren't I?
Since im here, lets get one thing clear Ive never been beaten by this yolo queer he just appears with rugged ass appearance hes too broke to flow, hes a show of weirdness! Every time he tries, I send his broke ass home Hes the gay Daylyt thats battling Rone! Best thing he can do is leave battles alone His raps are weak af & Im the catalyst on em. Last time yolo said my name was his last time upon my stage He went swimming with the Dolphins now thats what I'm callin MIA! :lol: YOLO BRO, WHY YOU AINT GET IT YET?? to beat me, u need intelligence and intellect and half decent bars, so basically... Its EVERYTHING you aint spittin yet!! Youll never get respect unless you spittin venom on my thread and why you so blue, gene? thats me spittin denim at ya head! get it? blue gene is blue jeans this black hoogie call em denim! any way, they're "man pants" This yolo woman cant fit em! I remember leaving you in a grave with Zeth and dead ink pens as a slave of death because ur ink couldnt fill pages yet Then you said goodbye... raged and quit! then you come back like a monkey beatin your chest with dead lyrics and lies nothing but deceit in ur breath! Talking like you the best and cant even handle my verbs! I swear to ******* God You cant hold a candle to Burns! and hes literally 2nd best so yolo with the liar in you! ur not even top 5 here I rate Hunter higher than you!!!! Just stick to swallowing seeds social networking, followin me the next ******* time u say my name you better chase it with apologies!
Yo. That was good Static, so let me take a breather I don't want to go ham on you just yet. I'm gonna be on my Hunter and Zeth flow but so much better, now listen......................................I hope you know that you came out with a decent story. But I don't think you've had that taste of glory. See people applaud me. And other people reward me. So It's kind of a sensation. That I have constructed my own recreation. Of this brand new skill. That will make you ill. The fact of my constant determination. I have become the King of every Rap nation. And my brand new creation. Is the power of my team in this formation. See I'm a General with his own thoughts. I have been the first to highlight these thoughts. With my own special pen. That makes the best Raps again and again. See I'm only young so I'm just having fun. But I can fight for survival. And I can bring people back, revival. That's why every body shakes my hand when I make my arrival. And we salute each other to take on our rival. This is my personal pleasure. I support the people that won't stay to far away without measure. I have got a massive reputation. And an incredible way of replication. So Static. I can honestly say. That if your Girl needs some bigger tits. I wil lend you some money to get them looking the ****. You feel me? I have to say I have a good style. It beats most of these fakes by the miles. But they will never learn. So I'm gonna have to watch them burn. Watch them churn. Until the day there's no return.
Let's keep this going, I'm gonna make you acknowledge my skill and diversity In the raps I put down(again) cause it's not the same boring flow that you and Burns always have
Was that supposed to be better? I really couldn't tell. It seemed more like a jumbled punctuation nightmare from hell. So you think you're hot? Well that's just swell, you better brace yourself cuz I'm gonna ring your bell. Let's start by examining that cluster**** as a whole. It makes you seem like less of a rapper, and more of a troll. It's all so stuffed together, I can't begin to insult, but it seem like you took a dump, then pulled that rap out of the toilet bowl. I will be harsh, I will be cold, I will not stop until you fold. Send you back into the ground, like the mole in his hole. I guess the Burns and Zeth rap, was just a one hit wonder, because your follow up raps, are just clumsy ass blunders. And they leave me in wonder, of how you even walk around, ain't got two brain cells to rub together, how you running this town? The only way is down, the only option is go. You run away with your tail between your legs, while I deal the blows. I ain't running the show, but I wrote the script. You're like a little streetwalker, and I'm the god damn pimp. You seem to think you're highly evolved, but you're just a chimp, you just ran out of bullets, I got a thirty round clip. You're a screw up, a dip, a mistake, a shrimp, and you should proceed to overboard, because I'm captain of this ship. But watch your step, lest you fall and trip. Don't want you to lose any of the little pride that Yolo has left. We're all the best of the best, you just fall with the rest. Go back to listening to Katy Perry, we'll just stick with Eminem. If I were you, I would just leave now, before I rip you to pieces, turn you into doggy chow.
See, I dont know why I'm still trying. I admit this whole time I've been lying. Can't ask me how I am without doing so, and I'm sorry, I thought you should know. I figured that we would take this route, and you probably know what I'm talking about. This could be my suicide letter with your name splashed across the header. Sadly, they'd never know better. You won't be called or reached out to, so you'd keep doing what you do. Problems with self-acceptance and looking to you for dependence. I'm not the person you fell in love with, because my smile faded with the crack of God's whip. I'm so sorry I hesitated too long, I know what I did was wrong. But you were no Hera, you could have cared, huh? You could have built me up. And when I called it quits, you decided celibacy could die with our love. His met your lips, and that mouth on the head of his ****. So now, I'm sorry that I've gotta say goodbye. When you find this, please dont cry, I promise my struggle is done. I'm glad we played the game that you've finally won. Dont blame yourself, we both know I've done this to myself. I can't go back now, these are all the thoughts I'm about. All I want to say is don't make me wait. And please, for God's sakes, dont be late.
Ex: You say you left cus I gave him head? Cus you can't get the image of me in his bed out of your head? Not my damn issue. It's after all the crap you continue to pull, that I gave you the truth. You damn tool, did I really think I'd fight here and duel? I thought you could let go of it, and finally after three years, admit it. But I still can't pretend I didn't go and lay with your friend when you weren't home. Maybe that's something that led to your end and my anger to loan? You made me feel like I was below, build me up to let me go. How could you tell me you loved me and lie about something like that? Tell me, where's the real at? Yeah, maybe my new man doesn't care to go where you didn't dare, but then again, I bet you wrote so many letters explaining and didn't send. It was me who you trusted to frame, I knew him before I knew you. And now you both are the same? How do I keep running to you? We're in a circle that's cruel. So next time, who's running to who?
Can't believe you care to write to a corpse. Honestly, I didn't expect for you to take that course. The dead have nothing to do, so I guess that's why I'm writing to you. This is nothing to fret. This is another letter you had yet to get. You were right about one thing, it's stuck. Loud and thumping, with you yelling, "****." I can't help but feel betrayed when I think about the illusion of our weddin'. Ya, I worked my ass off to get us where we had been. You can't tell me it wasn't something I wasn't dreadin'. You even had the nerve to tell me when. Even told me you wanted kids and then go and show me you dont give any shits. You could take this as me just dissin' or sit there and really listen. I didn't mean for this to get so long. Hell, I've got nothing better to say. I just hope you realize, one day, that you'll end up with tears at bay. A million hours of sleeping on this, I guess that was just one thing to do on your list.
Ex: Now you want to talk back? You want to bring that up? So now, you wanna come out and act tough. Like our foundation didn't crack. Should have said something when you were here. What's it mean now that I'm drowning in vodka and beer? You wanted to yell out and lead a life you thought would end up with me? Cus that really made you happy? Dont you kid me. You left at the end, do you see? It wasn't my fault, I forgave you for all the damn assault. All of it on my soul and my name. And you expected me to not be the same? Yea, I did want you dead for some time. But never in my right mind did I want it to be this kind. Sure, I said I wanted to run you over with a bus, but when fighting got rough they all wanna guess who it was. I ponder how we were supposed to make it to the finish line, with ourselves to mend and bind? I can't talk to you anymore, but I can still see you heading out the door. You really didn't know it impacted me too, I kinda wish you had some clue. But you were so focused on my wrongs, and I was so focused on my bongs that I didn't realize you were going to take your own life. I had no clue you were to clean your knife and leave your future wife. We were both our best mistakes, and we withstood all we could take. Just like you asked, I won't be late. I'll see you at the gate.
Seems like Yoloking is causing the calm to tense, Zeth your flow is harmless, cant be G if you think abstinence, will improve madness, admitted at birth as an Accident, You see, Why pose if your closure is on the brink, Time to think, your rhymes past dead, Pressing extinct, Attack you first out of your crew, they admit your the weakest link, MY profession, is to release my aggression, Gut your stomach and pump it, Product of C-section, The fall is deadly, breaking necks from suspension, You claim to be thug, when youve only faced a suspension, Your album rock bottom, dime seller and lames expecting, My flow top seller, ill get you a free extension, I coulda been your dad, something your mom was afraid to mention, Quit acting like pac, to early for resurrection, I created the seven day theory, Youra different Perception, Your entire winning streak exists in other dimensions, To bad they dont exist, Its time this Ethug stopped flexin.
Zeth do you realize most of your freestyles have no flow?? When your write long ass verses it's like sacrifice rhythm it's the same ish wit you all the time LOL YOUR JUST TALKING,it's the fact dat you lack witty lines, and I'm a one hit wonder?? Lol check the thread last time we went rounds I roasted you and then you disappeared. Word of advice you don't win rap battles wit grammar you noob, and hurry up static can't wait to see another verse
SIKE!!! You thought we was done Static I'm winnin this fight, You scared cuz you riddled wit fright, I'm like a pitbull in the night, You hear my bark then you feelin the bite, I'm outta sight, It don't matter if I'm wrong or right, Cuz my rhymes are tight, You scared to even get in my light. I'm on the throne crowned, I'm waitin for you to throw down, Your sets I'm the best just tryin to get you to know now. Yoloking I'm the man, You gotta understand, If you can't play your cards you need to get em out your hand, I pull the heater on demand, So keep runnin your mouth, My boys rushin ya house, ***** what's all this runnin about, I'm gunnin em out, Shot the back now I'm comin around, to the front, Lightin up ya house like the end of my blunt, I don't front, Kick ya door down like a football punt, I always stunt, I'm number 1 like the first of the month, I'm beastin off the tracks, I'm blowin up on the map, You turn around wit the Kaw Freestyle King on ya back, I'm the man in the trap, its ya boy Yoloking I'll leave ya brains in ya lap, I grip grain in the lac, I'm insane, and that's a wrap
Yea you're insane all right with all those 1 syllable rhymes If you are my only opponent then these are miserable times! I was beating kids like you long ago in middle school and shoving them into lockers Im 6'2 on you little dudes! I heard you speak of murder but you aint livin that life you had to ask for permission and Don aint give ya the right! so you running up with guns and in my house is a fantasy you're as weak as your grammar be but me? I let them hammers speak! like Im working in construction I just leave them tools fussin your mans just a watermelon run up on me and Ima bust him! King? You're just a kid with a crown Plastic, always kiddin around but it can be wooden like the box you in, closed lid, hid in the ground! what does yolo know about music that he just finds so amusing? That he loses when he uses it or Static will abuse a king? If you held a gun to my head and asked me who the best is? and Hunter & Burns were dead Id have to say that Zeth is! and thats only in my last breath literally in my last gasp without a shadow of a doubt that this would be my last rap! Yolo knows I perfected this and at the top, Im a permanent so it kills him with uncertainty Im hurtin him, hes just pertinent. You couldn't outshine me if you tried, if I died, or forgot how to rhyme.
Static won, but now it's time to drive the point home. Yolo is like a mangy dog, that just found a bone. He think's that just one good rap, makes him the god of us all. But newsflash, you aren't even on this role call. You might be good but you ain't great, you haven't got the gift. You like to talk about how grammar isn't even on your list, that don't make sense, cuz If yo tried to spell things right, then maybe we wouldn't roast your ass with the heat on high. Now let me point out that your raps aren't consistent. You've got some good stuff one day, but the next it sucks ****. And even when you get one good one, you think you're the ****, well that's it, I've had it, with listening to this prick. Lemme explain to the meaning that you constantly miss. You need to tidy up your bars, because they look just like a wet piss. Rapping isn't all spitting bars and afternoon trists. It's about the work and the sweat, till something finally clicks. Let me just close with this, You only live once. Battling me, will turn your life into mere months.
When everyone else is wrong, whats left, but right? So alright, so ima write, lets ignite this fight, Blinding you all with my searing light Its about time I show you what you up against! Nothings gonna help, there aint no defense, To this, the bliss of rhyme, the diss of silence The kiss siblime of crafting ljnes, these words of violence shatters everything before and recrafts it into my will. Matter itself reforms untill The world unfolds under my feet, Enjoy the bitter taste of defeat! I extrapolate you will not capitulate, so I'll bring you down like a barbiturate as I accelerate and elevate to a higher state! I denigrate while I exacerbate, Your rhymes facilitate the fact that mine exhilarate! Lemme demonstrate, while I defenistrate, Your corpse will dessicate while I exsanguinate! Im gonna annihilate while I'll obliterate! I prognosticate you won't avoid this fate!