Monster Rap

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Just, just, give me a minute to spit my immaculate raps
Fantastic, just attacking, mack the beat, shiit, never slacking
Kill half the drink, lips smacking, bass slapping, hats clapping
Cut the crap and, release a poetic track, opponent fall back
Before your eyes, it’s Ren, the illest cat to fall on a track
And, oh my, it’s Oryus, yes, your style might be fire, sis
But I’m enough water to cause you to need dialysis
So, get some Depends before you soak your baggy pants with piiss
Have your atheist asss screaming for Jesus Christmas
Appear at mass with a list of wishes, the least of which is
Silence Ren before this shiit really gets vicious
With ridiculous rhythmics so thick with genius it’s viscous
Before this battle is though, you’ll be spitting blood mixed with mucous
Two punches, you’re through, puke once your gut meet my fistses
You’re a lightweight, even gravity won’t fvck with biitches
And the lacerations I give won’t even close up with stitches
So, your next hit better be better than the Hitler of Witches
Or your quick death will get me too much attention from snitches

Beat courtesy of Cypress Hill. ^_^

You're like smug Bugs Bunny, honey,
uttering dishonestly some falsities
regarding your supremacy in all of these
battles. Baby babble. Crazy blabber.
I'll leave you wanting more of me,
so respect my authority as I correct your poor ditty.
Here's the list so listen up.
One. You need to recognize that I am the top notch.
Two. You need to realize that you are crotch rot.
Three. Proofread because the first draft had lots botched.
Four, five, six, and seven
Require more time spent on gettin
closer to the toon I'm levelin
called Oryus: cruel Paladin.
Droppin DPS on a mage, PDQ.
Concocting catalysts for nerd rage- speedy too.
Don't try to Conjure Refreshments.
I won't revive you with Redemption.
Go put on your armored vestments
for your placement on the pavements
coming sudden from my statements.
You're not a great man.
You just demonstrate that when
a King dies, a Queen flies.
Just call me Elizabeth.
I'll receive my high and mighty prize
and you'll just have to live with it.
Four more morsels for you Ren- pay attention
I finish your position as the DDO rap champion.
I dish it out old school like our dear vice prez innomen.
I'm mixin up my flow like Freedos Big Ish opinions.
So start fixing up your scripts because this bitch is winnin.

Other biitches mighta quit it, too scared to see me win it
Reconsidering ever letting spit escape their lips
Yellow bastids, my quips are vicious, monster grip
Undulate as you’re killed softly by my incredible wit
Still you stand there, and it’s just not fair, an unmoving target
Grinning as I aim at this pigeon’s gullet, right through your mullet
Engage and pull it, you were done before the first verse posted
Toasted like Subway getting back at Quiznos, case closed
Slayed slow, popped your bubble like the underdog at a staged show
Killer flow, teeth like bullets, tongue so energized, it may glow
Iller than pandemics, man, so after this, you may way to lay low
Lying if you think you can match this with your gay flow
Lack skills, you lack punches, in fact, your hair looks weed wacked
Eat that, and when you get back, put on some blush and wear a hat
Deceased as this verse is released by the undefeated daddy mack

Eh, I've been super sick this week so his text round was a blessing in disguise. I wouldn't have been able to make a video anyway so don't count it against him.

I'm turning verse organized just like astute librarians,
Spurning perverse lies about all my acute summations.
This is the tale of a guy who thought he was a champion
His story ended by Ory: New Yorker beaten by a Kansan.
All along the way she knew that it was pre-determined
To be her win. Failure prescribed for Ren like medicine.
She also grinned. Voters know which rhymer they'll defend:
Oryus Quite Intelligent. They're quick to comprehend
Ren's negligence, inclined to vocalize she's ended him.
Even a kid with nursery rhymes could step to Ren.
No neat organization, he just has threats of violence.
He's all bark, no bite. Flexin juiced muscles, no might.
All tied up in ego with no real flow but my writings quite right.
He's makin me go l.m.a.o. with some dupers delight,
All giddy with my winning of this rigged knife fight.
Heartless wounding and removing of the source of the spite
A Lorena Bobbitt who saw it, got it, and gave a nice slice.
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