DDO's 2nd Grand Video Rap Battle Tourney TUF VS REN Round 1!

This will serve as my introduction

And also function as a luncheon

Somethin to attach to my endless gumption

While I munch on TUF little cvnts in

This fun little fisticuffs competition

And clearly, that’s Ren for the win as a given

And watch them call me a villain for grillin these children’s

Don't get serious, seriously, I'm just kiddin

just keep on over there, jillin your clit, and

As forewarning, please flex the dialect

Pull that shtt out as far as it’ll stretch

If you expect respect, and not kids just pressing next

Inspect my rhymes, read into every line and reflect

Because, bttch, I’m a thriller, a natural born killer

I’m Mafia, not the Miller, and tonight, I will deliver,

Normally, I’m liberal, but rapping Ren’s no giver

So, you better bite someone nice, because from me

You’ll get not a sliver - kid -

Because, you’re starving, but I’m hungry, and used to getting fed

So, to your chagrin, this tournament you think that you’ve led

Has drawn you into the open beartrap in my head

And as my teeth snap, let’s see how quickly you’re dead…

...I'm in rapper mode too.

Rappin time.
Yo, I don't see how this boy thinks he's got chance. Ima be tearin him up!

Okay so it's just about time to get down,
I'll be dissin up on REN, that fake @ss clown.
lynchin' him becuase im mafia, he's the town.
I'll send him on his way home; eastbound.

I notice on your Profile, that you've got no wins
I'll make sure it stays that way' while I kick you in the shins.
This rap was over befor it even began,
Get out now, and make room for the man.

TUF is in the building ready to drop bombs, 
Tearin up this battle like I'm livin in the palms.
Ima bout ready to eat you up and spit you out
Toss you around until you scream and shout.

Let me ask, do you really think you stand a chance
You won't recover from this at first glance.
I'll be shooting bullets at your feet. Dance b1tch dance.

did you think I'd play this cute like lickdafoot? 
You see I've figured you out; read you like a book.
I'll Change your gender and get you more pregant than snooks.

But you see even here I'm playing with your mind.
Because once you turn your back I'll attack you from behind.

Boy you know I'd school you any time of the week. 
And I attribute that to that to your mind being weak.
Because my rhymes smell fantastic, while yours just reek.
And after I school you, a better opponent I will seek.

You have nothing like I do to this callabre,
Stand and watch as I deliver Ren this massacre.
emacitor. Head lines, capacitor. 
I'll deliver my message like im the US embassador.

You see, I'm lyrical, empirical, and ever tyrical,

I will chew you up, spit you out, and stomp you flat
then I'll grab a broom, and casually sweep you under the mat.
You aint cut out for this, this is fact.
You see, your a baseball, I'm the bat.

I've got more rhymes piled up then I can store,
I'll Unleashing them on you, cuz your such a bore.
Maybe now you can learn to entertain,
As I introduce myself into the new rap hall of fame.

Im the new rap religion, and your the first witness,
To me controlling your mind is like my own game of tetris.
 You think you scared me off with that lame rap intro?
Well try harder than that, im hotter than a jalepeno.

Listen up because responding to me will be foolish,
And Quite frankly, anything you throw at me is toolish.
Here's your chance, you should just up and quit,
Because After I'm done, you will just forget
All of the rhymes that you were going to spit.

Okay Ren So you clearly need a lesson on rap.
You're going off the radar, do you need a map?
If your last rap made sense, I'd go and refute it.
A blonde peewee herman? I'm confused by this sh1t.

I see your writin' a rap that sounds pretty good,
cept your not dissin' me in it, when ya should.
Don't give it up that easy, I'm just getting started,
watchin you run away from my last rap, you darted.

Man after that last rap I realize your just a fony.
When people view this, you'll have more haters than kony.
Your rhymes are like something pulled from My little pony.
Your rhymes are cr@p; it's like you were made from SONY.

I've got so many rhymes stacked up, that they're spillin
I'll let em flow right atcha because I'm a maniacle villian.
The sheer cold from my raps are desolate and chillin'.
The way you rap, shows that your more wuss than krillin.

Your rhymes are like you Ren, Fake.
I would run and hide for your own sake.
You don't understand your dignity Ima bout to take.
My rhymes will hurt you more than anything you can make.

Ima bout to put it down on you like Chuck Norris.
Yo I'm the lead singer, my fans are the chorus.
If you think this is bad, just know I'm going easy on you.
I can better at anything you think you can do.

Oh and yo, what's up with that damn afro?
You look like Huey Freeman from the boondocks show.

Ren you seem to forget who your battlin'
Were those rhymes directed at me? Come on Ren.
After hearing your rap, I didn't feel one bit insulted.
After that barrage from the last round, it seems you just multed.

It's like you asked god for some help on your rhymes, he just said nope.
You realized all you had in your arsenal were cr@ppy rhymes that be dope.
you shoulda went some where else for help. I don't know. Maybe the pope.
But from what it looked like to me, you've never had the chance to elope.
Which quite frankly should give you a little bit of hope.
Because after I am done with you boy, trust me, you will need some soap.
Until then, help me out a little, and tighten that rope.
String it round your neck, and continue to mope.

Because you will be praying for me to stop at this point.
I'll continue though, and then proceed to smoke a joint.

I see The way your playing this rap game,
And to me, quite frankly, it just seems lame.
You'll need more than that if it's me you want to tame
I'm a TUF mother fvcker. Yeah I'm true to my name.

You see If I really wanted to hurt ya, I'd send Geo8 you way.
But the way your rappin', I already know you wouldn't have nothing to say.
We shoulda started you out with someone easy, You vs LDF would've been a better day.
Because then we could finally determine whether you really are gay.

Just know that my rhymes are never stoppin.
After this rap, your brains I will be moppin,
wipe up those wet tears boy, you soppin.
And find some better lines, boy your rap game is droppin.

Yeah son.

Whoa ren, you think I said that your rap is impressin?
Man you mis-understood me, Of course I was messin,
I'm more agrresive than the rape charges your pressin'
on me for taking you from behind and teaching you a lesson.

You should have forfeited by now ren, now it's too late.
You know you can't beat me, so just accept your fate.
Realize your getting mastered, turn that rage into hate.
The loss you will be taking will over compensate.
Your end is near, yeah we've already set the date.
You've been abducted into hell, yeah we've closed the gate.
You'll lose faster than you can shake when you m@sterbate.

You didn't give in when you had the chance, now your screwed;
Even worse was that is wasn't a girl, you got it from another dude.
I eat up rappers like you for breakfist, haters are my food.
I've got your girl on my side too, yeah when she saw me she cooed.
I'm tearing you up in this rap battle, putting you down this way is rude.
I could destroy you in a second if I was in the mood.
Im sorry, did I offend you? Of course I mean to be lewd.
I'll watch you walk off the stage shamefully, after the audience boo'd.
Worse than when Jerry sandusky got caught fappin kids in the nude.

I'm sorry Ren, But your rhymes just plain suck.
I'm hunting you, but your a sitting duck.
In order to win this, you'll need some extreme luck.
I see your trying to win this in order to make buck,
when you fail harder than the show "nip and tuck"
don't you get that Your rhymes are just as sorry as fvck?
Get advice from someone intelligent like puck.
so we can stop sifting these "rhymes" I call it muck.

So Ren, I'll give you one last chance to back down,
let you carry out this round losing like dan brown.

I've got more rhymes than you can count 
I've given the surface here, don't doubt.

In order to beat me you'll require some skill,
you haven none of that, which makes you an easy kill.
So I'll keep attackin' ya until I've had my fill,
Your raps are more sour than a pickle from "dill".

I Feel like your rhymes make the audience queesy. 
Everytime you post, your make voting for them so easy.
I'll beat you up in this rap battle, because your rhymes are measly.
Your rhymes are like you you ren, fake and cheesy.

Your talking so fast, that nobody can understand you.
your rhymes are non-sensical, so I get what you do.

So ren, right now is your last chance to up and quit.
Be embarrased by all the rhymes that I ruthlessly spit.
Back off and know you've taken a hit.
Catch you like a baseball, with my epical rap mit.

I hope you understand that at this point you have no chance.
I'll keep shooting rap bullets at ya and watch as ya dance.
As your speared through the heart with my sharp lyrical lance.
Now I've got you where you where I want you; Ankles touching the rim of your pants.
 
Give up now, and watch as the audience accepts my fance.