So it's a race now? Really? Too bad I've already touched home base. Score for the Wizard, I could squish you like a lizard. Constantly rapping, always capping your weak raps. The verbal sayings are aging. Maybe try to add a little originality next time? Too late! I've turned on a dime, I think I've finally hit ace. So back outta here you big disgrace. I think it's perplexing how you with all this texting is quite vexing how you still try, what you say is a huge lie. I progress to express my opinion and rest. There's no need to continue this more, I've won this rapping and rhyming war
This is a situation like being smart. U can feel like ur the smartest person in the world, but it doesn't matter unless someone else tells you that you are. Watch out for foolish pride, kiddos. #Vanity
If Yoloking spent half the time on his raps as he does proclaiming himself the winner, his rhymes wouldn't be so pathetic.
I mean, he's good, its just not a competition. Its an open forum where ppl did as he wanted, according to his title. KaW decides everything, anyways. Lol.
Potatoes are pro, potatoes are fair. Your mum tastes good with her (*insert naughty word here*) hair. Life is a rhythm, life is a beat. My rap owns yours, you flippin' cheat. Niggardly, niggardly, niggardly. BOOM.
Okay, okay. Everyone listen up now. I’m about to go old Batman, like boom-crash-POW! The only one talkin’ bout Yoloking is himself. With his old dusty rhymes that belong up on a shelf. Yoloking? More like show-don’t-bring. My legs are fresh like round one; Ding Ding. Ring the bell it’s time to spell out how you don’t rhyme well. I’m here to tell you and dispel you so let me compel. Well your rhymes they kinda smell you should let them dwell. My rap skills excel and are fresh like an artesian well. But anyway with no delay just let me put on display. This lyrical attack ‘cause all I really wanted to say. Your future in this freestyle battle is certainly meek. Your rhymes are stale like a bag of Doritos left open for a week. It’s the Milk-man with the mic in his right hand. Everyone reading this be like “Oh damn!” I’m about to blow up, rip the show up. You best slow up lest you want to get shown up. Your rhymes are sloppy, a carbon copy. Thought you got me when you shot me, But I’m bullet proof. Hard as steel. Call me Super Milky. I cannot feel, Your weak attack, so watch your back, I give no slack. My ability to rhyme about reality makes you envy me. I was gonna be nice, but Yolo thinks he’s the bomb. But he’s getting shot down like he’s on Match dot com. You better visit the mage, try to enchant your rap skills. If your rap talent was money, you couldn’t pay your bills. I’m gonna stop right now, give the mic back to you. But don’t forget I’m always ready, ring the bell for round 2.
Dear old gramma just said my raps were pathetic lol someone please go and check the freestyle he said and compare to mines
Lol Milky that's how I know you don't know rap considering how Cassidy trashed him lol Meek Mills is just a loud ass rapper who give too much credit to learn your **** bro
U want a sick beat here u go my name is poopy man welcome to the well man I'm a smell poo coming to get u poo poo head lol Can't rap