Can't believe what I'm seeing, this rap thing is still going on? Some of you should just quit, I'll hire you to cut my lawn. Seriously though, just delete your posts and quit. 'Cause Milky is here to show you how to spit legit. In my right hand, is the mic, testing testing, 1 2 3. With my left hand I'm hitting seals on this H T E. Multitasking like a boss with my superior brain power. You need to wake up your tired rhymes, take a lyrical shower. I'll help you out and teach you everything you need to know. Maybe by the end of this you'll have learned how to flow. Step one, you don't need to attack the other guy to win. Just be stealthy with your lyrics, like OSW hitting from pin. Step two, always keep a beat going in your head. If your freestyles get off-cadence, you're dead. Step three, don't try to act hard, just be smart. Leave them with their jaw dropped so they don't even want to start. You don't need to rap about using a nine millimeter. To make your opponent end up looking at Saint Peter. And if you don't understand that last lyric, look it up. Try Google-dot-com, backslash shut the hell up. I hope one of you comes along and steps up their game. Because what I've read so far belongs in the rap hall of shame. I read your rhymes and frankly I find myself bored. Tired and played out, like KAW's EE wars. So if you think that you can bring it, please take this mic, and try. But in this rap game, I'm leaderboard and you're a SH, small guy.
'A' for effort Balto, but here comes the Ultimate Master 'A' for effort meaning, your rhymes were a huge fuckin' disaster And Strictly professional? The only insult is that you think you're a rapper. Milky, I don't even wanna go there All I can think of, to do, is just sit here and stare At what a demented **** you must be, to put that **** down in writing Your parents musta spent most of the time fighting You need a hug, parents feedin' you bugs Dog shittin' on the rug, so you turn into an emotional thug Seein' all these weakass blasts is like seein' a fuckin' catastrophe I'll shoot you off a tree you'll be payin' a fee and beggin' God to see what it's like to be me
Yoloking has a bunch to learn about rapping. Everyone else is hunting with guns and he's trapping. You can't be in last place and call out "next". I just got here, son, my muscles ain't even flexed. Your rhymes have less rhythm than a white boy dancing. Other people here are marching and your just prancing. Milky's rhymes are tight like a pair of tighty-whities. But he doesn't want to step up and try to fight these. Words that I'm spitting off the top of the dome, I'm pulling my chrome, leave you like Macauly Caulkin you'll be sitting home alone. Come and try to test me, I'll put you to rest see. They'll find you dead on the toilet like they did with Elvis Presley.
What the hell YDOG Throwin' **** down like you're better than me You need some lessons and the first one's free So sit your ass down G Check it out as we Bring your foul rhymes up to the next level When I'm done here you'd think I'm the devil, matter fact no no, i'm much worse. Your brain craves knowledge so "obey your thirst" Best take some notes son 'cuz first things first: Diss who dissed you, punk, not the reverse Immersed In a sea of confusion, you usin Words that nobody ever found amusin The one rule of rap is that you must regale Your fans with the lines of a grown-up male Difference with me is that my rhymes ain't stale
Lol. Yolo starts a rap battle and proclaims himself winner. Got chewed up like my dogs eating dinner. If you can't take the heat get out the kitchen. If you can't handle losing at least stop bitchin. Legendary called it correct, don't you see? I'm tired of battling this fake ass M C. Do yourself a fab to go back to rapping school. Come back four years later to battle me, fool.
Look at this ***** Milky thinkin he can spit The only **** he can spit is his boyfriends dick Gonna flick this chump off the block Nigga gonna have a date with my big bad glock Now I ain saying you cant write lines But you should keep those lines in a nursery rhyme Now get the **** of my **** If I were you I'd stfu before your throat gets slit I'm the next eminem but I know I ain't white your a silly virgin but you aint tight Im the next ephiphany my single will be played more than beethovens symphony You better recognize before you get sodomized by my 9 mil, but knowing you that'd be a thrill I ain't hatin on you but your a lil fagat and sorry my 3x3 just won't have it.
I've been holding down this thread for the longest guys it's gonna take more then Milky wack ass punch lines
Look at all my freestyle battle raps from before you guys know that anyone that has come at me I've come back twice as hard and beaten them
I'm a fuckin' walkin' paradox, no I'm not Threesomes with a fuckin' triceratops, Reptar Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars Wearin' synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks Bedrock, harder than a muthafuckin' Flintstone Makin' crack rocks outta ***** nigga fishbones This nigga Jasper tryna get grown About 5'7" of his bitches in my bedroom Swallow the cinnamon, I'mma scribble this sinnin' **** While Syd is tellin' me that she's been gettin' intimate with men (Syd, shut the **** up) Here's the number to my therapist (****) Tell him all your problems, he's fuckin' awesome with listenin' Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses I told him to quit bitchin' and this isn't a fuckin' hotline For a fuckin' shrink, sheesh I already got mine And he's not fuckin' workin', I think I'm wastin' my damn time I'm clockin' three past six and goin' postal This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that **** nines This ain't no V Tech **** or Columbine But after bowlin', I went home to some damn Adventure Time (What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Zannies And danced around the house in all-over print panties My mom's gone, that fuckin' broad will never understand me I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin (What you think of Hayley Williams?) **** her, Wolf Haley robbin' 'em I'll crash that fuckin' airplane that faggot nigga B.o.B is in And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus And won't stop until the cops come in I'm an over acheiver, so how 'bout I start a team of leaders And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver Green paper, gold teeth and pregnant gold retrievers All I want, **** money, diamonds and bitches, don't need 'em But where the fat ones at? I got somethin' to feed 'em In some cookin' books, the black kids never wanted to read 'em Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fuckin' leaves It's been a couple months, and Tina still ain't perm her fuckin' weave, damn They say success is the best revenge So I beat DeShay up with the stack of magazines I'm in Oh, not again, another critic writin' report I'm stabbin' any bloggin' faggot hipster with a Pitchfork Still suicidal? I am I'm Wolf, Tyler put this fuckin' knife in my hand I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that fuckin' hole in my head And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a **** in your ***** (What the ****, man?) **** the fame and all the hype, G I just wanna know if my father would ever like me But I don't give a **** so he's probably just like me A muthafuckin' Goblin (**** everythin', man) That's what my conscience said Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead Now the only guidance that I had is splattered on cement Actions speak louder than words, let me try this ****, dead