Endurance Onslaught 6.0
Yeah he is, but you are not, you can't rap, as good as you fap.
| Leader of FC | Loans | ABD Enthusiast |
Shit stomped getting ripped with
A killing so raw
Crawling be the flesh of the
Observers
Sift the comp they sit so small
Fallen they withdraw
As I'm calling upon the new age
Dawn
Fallacies within your palace so
You come of callous
Acting like a felon but just
Another fella jealous*
There's no meat on your salad
The invisible talent and so you're
Now mercilessly beat down
By a unanimous ballot and then
Left in purple circles with slipped
Discs when*you take the risk
And chance the fist you get hit
Originally Posted by Jak View Post
Roses are red,
that much is true,
but violets are purple,
not fucking blue.

Did I win?

yes u won <3 lol
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Originally Posted by Jak View Post
Roses are red,
that much is true,
but violets are purple,
not fucking blue.

Did I win?

Originally Posted by Goldmane11 View Post
LISTEN HERE NOTORIOUS,
IM ABOUT TO BE VICTORIOUS,
THIS BATTLE WAS OVER BEFORE IT STARTED,
THIS RIGHT HERE AINT 4 THE FAINT-HEARTED,
U COME AT ME AND THATS ALL U GOT,
...OHH YEAH I FORGOT,
UR A BITCH,
WITH UR LAME ASS SHIT,
COME ONE MAN,
U AINT EVEN SET A BATTLE PLAN,
BUT I DISTROY YOU WITH THIS,
CAUSE IM THE SHIT WITH THIS,
I BE SPITTIN FIRE ON THE MIC THEY SHOULD CALL ME THE DRAGON,
U TRY TO B HARD BUT UR LYRICS ARE SAGGIN,
DOWN TO THE FLOOR,
MAN IM SURE EVERYONE KNOWS THE SCORE.

first of all i didnt think id ever quote somthing like this before.
now second of all, you sure every one knows the score?
the score on how your rap is poor?
no rhythm no skill at all? shit can this guy be for real?
i assume you have never rapped before.
he raps like he plays toribash he is shit after all.

so many insults to think of and you couldnt think of a single hurtful one?
i guess the real battle had been lost because the other guy knew he'd already won.

this shit is boring im over it now ill just end this shit here it'd be pointless going a second against this queer.
Last edited by modonali; Nov 20, 2014 at 01:06 PM. Reason: <24 hour edit/bump
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
Originally Posted by modonali View Post
yes u won <3 lol
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first of all i didnt think id ever quote somthing like this before.
now second of all, you sure every one knows the score?
the score on how your rap is poor?
no rhythm no skill at all? shit can this guy be for real?
i assume you have never rapped before.
he raps like he plays toribash he is shit after all.

so many insults to think of and you couldnt think of a single hurtful one?
i guess the real battle had been lost because the other guy knew he'd already won.

this shit is boring im over it now ill just end this shit here it'd be pointless going a second against this queer.

yo, it's the modonali trying out the modern parley, crossin hardly as he keeps plottin hardy,
I see you dropped a comment on my cloud, and I'm grateful, yet imma drop it on you now,
you see, it's this lyrical intricacy that crumbles the cookie infinitely, definitely, and spiritually weakens thee till he's distantly breaking up with this rhythmical synergy,
cause I'm spittin a storm, rip and be warned, cause I can re-irradicate this indefinite swarm,
of new jacks and lap dogs, yes men and "rap gods", but I'd like to see you back odds when odds back on your track wrong,
with bills and the stake outs for the pills in the lake house,
but make a thou and look back at me, the f to the b generally generalising the general scene,
and one small message that wrecks this whole lesson,
if it ain't fuckin street, then stop stressin.

fatnib, representing for the 5 - 7 Vee Eye See,
the VIP, adios, I'm gone ghost in this g hype tree.
lol
wtf is this? who made yoy do this? give me the name list, cause you rappin at eachother is everything but shameless. until you all can make some real rymes, understand that this battle is like mines. They will blow you a tad shy from the border line.
Chickster: I literally don't know why I did it.
Here I go to throw down to keep the throne and crown
I'm ready to be sending empty MCs straight to hell
You can hear the bells as your death draws ever near
Fear the golden gun tongue master blasting bastards
With a technique to ill I slash to have your blood spilled
Boy you're going going gone you couldn't see what was wrong
Kid im in this with wicked hits like a crack fiend getting whipped
Stripped of color like a picture fading from the sun
You're done son lacking substance like a finished pitcher
Walking eyes open wide closed mind talking blind your fried
Getting thrown from the game because you're a fake