Rap Battle Tournament - Round 2
Debate Rounds (4)
First is acceptance.
TWG-Rorschach forfeited this round.
you're the fifth person to act like that's news.
never gave it focus. like "you'll feel my wrath soon"
Never did. wrote my last verse in my girlfriend's bathroom.
As for Shadowking? We all know that story.
Despite breaking rules, people said they'd vote for me.
He didn't lose though. from technicality and luck to.
I took that battle proud and left an open "f*ck you"
As for you,
you fuckin' baby. I'll make you swallow your rattle.
I just think its adorable how you follow my battles.
Tell the voters what you want. see if you win it.
I hope they all see you waited til the last 2 minutes.
"I hope the voters see there's nothing I could do"
except using the three fuckin days that were given to you.
YOU better be glad this is digital. you're nothing to talk about.
if this was real you would've challenged me, stood, paused, and walked out.
And stop using the word "bodied" before you get knocked out!
you see, my flow is kinda like a stick of dynamite.
when I'm behind the mic I'm dangerous with a line to write.
you try to be a guy to find the light, shinin' bright.
You're like its time to fight, then quit to hide your vagina, right?
TWG-Rorschach forfeited this round.
try actin' nice when I pack a mic, lyrically attack and slice.
You use tactics? right. I'd believe that, but you lack the fight.
and f*ck your whack advice, or sympathy for stackin' likes 
You're practice. the worst you do is scratch and bite.
In fact its like you try to threaten with a plastic knife.
that's my style. try and face it, and you'll die in placement.
my rhyming statements will make you cry in basements.
Better yet, I'll chop you up, leave you in an IKEA bag.
you rap using "IRL" and Pokemon, and call me a fagg? (haha)
I don't "write behind a mic", kid, I freestyle.
meanwhile, you need your paper, are you senile? 
like my last opponent that I made cry and run home,
I'm honestly surprised you didn't die from one poem.
When I find you, I'll make my malevolence felt.
Ride by on a bicycle, til my presence is felt.
A bag with 5 rifles that watched as presidents fell. 
Or stab you with an icicle, and watch the evidence melt.
Careful wearing sympathy. or you'll never ditch the outfit.
I hold my own AND my family, and don't bitch about it.
instead I hold my head up, never let up.
Every time I fuckin fall I sit up, laugh, and get up.
By all means, post your incoherent lyrics.
pardon me, if I won't click to hear it.
or will you use a slow computer as protection 
and be a little b*tch that raps in the comment section.
Tell me again how hard it is, and you'll feel trouble.
I'm the wrong f*ckin' person to bring up a real struggle.
Stop writing kid. None of us need to hear more sh*t.
"Mock" all you want. But you're the one who started with a forfeit
(Explanations in comments)
http://pastebin.com...'ll just post recordings later, not risking ff.
Honestly I'll prolly lose to the FFs even if there was not much I could do. I just ask that voters vote however you see it. Then bar from bar call it how it is.
Since you posted a blank page, I'd say that's your best verse!
Nice way to confirm that its over.
your battle closer was bitching to the voters.
I've spent every night of my life stressed wide awake,
and you're sitting here telling me you need a break!?
you fell short to my lyrical complexity,
let's be honest kid, it's a miracle you're next to me.
once the fuse is lit, I can't diffuse this sh*t.
I'd lose my shi if I ever choose to quit.
spent time as a child abused and hit
I still used to spit with my lips bruised and split.
I've had enough of you TWG, after I spit this,
I'll grab my pen and cross you off my hit list.
you think I panic why you spit? try damn it.
you'll see how I plan it, as you sink like the titanic.
Even your "master pieces", I'd smash to pieces.
Your last " releases" were in fact diseases.
I'll crack your thesis and attack the pieces.
Flashback. look at you try to rap like your half black.
bring your mic and your "skill" and get laughed at.
won't waste good lines, I'll stash that.
you'll never make a cash stack, sittin' on your asscrack!
You ever host a show, I'll come to diss ya' set.
you look like you work out but missed the reps. 
you b*tch like you can't play so you get pissed at refs 
you try to disrespect and I'll twist ya neck til it disconnects.
I bet that hurts rapping like Lil Wayne, in fact worse.
I'll finish you off with my favorite line from your last verse:
 just finding a different way to say he clearly doesn't work out
 referring to terrible sports players who blame their bad plays on shitty referees.
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Vote Placed by lannan13 2 years ago
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