RAP BATTLE!

HEY! MOTHERFECKERS!

*Takes the mic back*

DR. SEUSS HAS BEEN REFRENCED WAAAAAAAAAAAY TOO MANY TIMES!

STOP MAKING HIM ROLL IN HIS MOTHER FECKING GRAVE YOU SCRUMP MUFFINS!

*Hands the mic to Cor and eats her ho treats*

I ain't rappin' again for a while...
 
(FURIOUS RAP ALL UP IN HE-AH)

Yo bitches, 'Sup.
I heard ya'll got some mad rhymes all up in dis hut
Well hell man, you think you the dawg?
You think you hot shit, rollin in dough like a hog?
Well all I gotta say to that…
IS GET OFF MY DICK!

YA'LL KNOW WHO'S THE PLAYA
THE REAL PIMP MEISTER
SHIT ON YOU KIDS, YA'LL A BUNCHA LIARS
YOU AIN'T GOT NO MAD BLING--
THAT FUCKIN PIECE OF PLASTIC IS A DECODER RING!
YOU RIDIN' MY BALLS LIKE A BIRD ON A SWING
STEP BACK MOTHERFUCKERS
LET THIS BIG DADDY DO HIS THING
I'LL ICE YOU UP, SHOW YOUR DICK HOW TO SWING
THROW AWAY DEM SKANKS AND GET THE REAL THANG!

GET BACK MOTHERFUCKERS
LET ME SHOW YOU WHAT'S UP
HEY YOU LITTLE SHITS IT'S TIME TO LEVEL UP
YA'LL BE RAPPIN BOUT DR SEUSS
THAT'S WHACK MAN
EVEN A BABY WOULD SAY "WHAT THE DEUCE!?"

*twists cap and grabs crotch*
 
*wanders in aimlessly*

yo dick got cancer
it's floatin in a jar
at the ER

trick yo ass ain't slick
yo ain't no pimp, no playa
yo ain't the deal
yo ain't my daddy
yo ain't nobody daddy

yo just sum' bourgie dog
cryin' over the hook
some punk ass put in yo meat
 
-starts gnawing on the spare mic that Tk handed her instead of ho treats- .....I'm bored...someone needs to get shot again soon!
 
*Swifty walks in with a specially made Microphone Cane. He's not wearing his normal Tophat and Tux but he's wearing a golden Medallion around his neck.*
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Yo yo yo, Rap Masta Swift is in da House!

Ya'll think you're good,
Ya'll think all's well,
Well I got news for you boys,
Welcome to rappa' hell.
As for the ladies,
Bitches, please,
You got no other skills,
so stay on your knees.
That's right ya'll,
I'm calling you out!
But no losers please,
I hate seeing ya'll pout.
Now listen closely kids,
as I rap to my own beat,
You may learn something new,
Ya'll in for a treat.

Let's raise the bar,
just one more time,
Let's see what you got,
as I bust these Rymes.
Rappin is an art,
that not all can possess,
It actually takes skills,
Rappin without rests.
You think you're smart,
with your, "gangsta words",
Get out of my house,
ya poseing nerds.

While I'm here,
I'll make a point,
Like I said before ya'll,
This is my joint.
Ya'll gotta bust Rymes,
on a dime,
You got no time,
Puttin' it all on the line, fine,
I'll lay it out for ya,
you're just no good,
Leave, goodbye,
Get outta my hood!
 
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