Video Rap Battle, yo.

Challenging dear lickie to a video rap battle. First round is for acceptance.

May the best rapper win :)

Challenge accepted, Miss ORgYUS!

I am that mighty water breather, you're that flighty bottom feeder
Get your facts straight baby, lest I become a toddler beater
toddler eater. yum! yum! yum!
I've got that rhyming, rhythmic gun.
I've got that timing: wicked, hun.
And you'll be whining when I'm done.
Cause I stick to the beat, never grovel or lick da feet.
Just eat that lickie baby meat mm mm
What a treat. No baby raps will get to me
I am carnivorous kitty. I am nocturnal sexy beast.
Listen to me.
The one known as Oryus just happens to be the flyest
rhyme-tiller, Con-killer, flow-making, win-taking, blood-spiller. I'm iller.
No amount of warning could have helped your understanding
of the lyrical beating you were about to be withstanding
but the god of rap commands me
I hear it in my cranium
It goes...
Damn I'm rappin fantastic
Can't you feel it all over?
I got that magic when I work my tongue
It's tragic when my deed is done.
Feet in shoes, Feet in boots...
The boys come running cause they heard there was a kitty fight
I'm gritty right? No amount of pity for lickie tonight.
I'm flowin, it's neverending, you're goin, "Imma forfeit"
Convincing yourself there's no shame in falling from the first hit.
I am the cat. You are the mouse
No cat fight here, this is survival of the fittest.
And when I'm through, you'll recognize Oryus is the sickest.
I admit it, I'm gonna go take a catnap.
Watch your back while I'm asleep cause I set my mouse traps.
Now just make way for my sleepwalking musing,
I won't make it too confusing for your baby brain is bruising
from the mouse traps that I set before my kitty nap
It seems I must be getting back to teaching you some better raps
someone get this toddler an education
on the wilder machinations of Pro's in verse adulations.
make it a bit more vivacious
when you ride the crests of the waves called song rhythms
take it like a boss when you surf right on the top then you
land on "Facetious Baby-Pandering Beach"
"I like your rhymes. I wanna meet you"
Just kidding- I'm your teacher.

Girl that was weak, you are a comedy
I'll be the one to decree how this debates gonna be
Nothing more than entertaining, it doesn't pertain to me,
Sit back, relax, while I play you like a movie
Let me set the scene for you, miss oryus
My rhymes be copious, delivering dexterous justice
And my words cut with swords to chop off your hubris
Leaving you feeling nauseous with a case of jaundice
I'm here to flick you out the matrix like morpheus
I'm equivalent to star wars, you more like bangbus.
You need a lesson in rapping, well here's your manual
I am a cannibal, you can call me hannibal
sprinkle you with sugar to make you more edible
You wanna talk animals?
You are as silent as a lamb,
I'm violent, think batman fucked up on opium,
So scram scram, prop a chair up the doorjamb
Let me do my Sundance, rip into honey baked ham.
Whats with that mask, you from new orleans?
You gonna whip out your tits for a few fake beads,
Or maybe your two face just don't want to be seen,
You probably looking gangreene, prepared for my beating?
Need a hit of dopamine to make you think you like me-
Pristine, skin sheen, delicious cuisine
When men spend the night with me,
They don't C no other B's
That's why they calling me the fucking A-lister,
When they done with you,
They leave with dicks full of blisters
You nothing better than sextube's little sister
Cyber sex and liar text, yeah that's the gist of her
I'm like Avatar, giving them all blue balls,
You more like zombieland, cause your shit has no cause,
Don't wanna listen to you spitting about kitty claws,
Halfway through I turn you into a permanent pause

Hey, the song I chose is kind of weird- the volume goes up a bit twice during the video so you probably don't want your speakers too loud. It's Alias & Ehren- 52nd & West

"Yes I am a clown. I'm It.
Meet me underground, kid.
I'll show you all around my murderous labyrinth.
I won that round, sis. Tragi-comedy.
I see you noticed my fine-a$$ head accessory.
Seeming frustrated that you can't see the rest of me...
You're lucky. I'm like Medusa when I choose to see through my obnoxious, obvious enemies.
Yes, that's right I see that you are The Thing hiding in this little girl that's tryin to step to me.
Hi, my name is Kurt Russel.
Flamethrowers at the ready cause we bout to have a tussle.
What happens next? You're about to bleed and bubble.
I hear the shrieks from the rubble as I let my guard down.
Go back where you came from: the county dog pound.
Give up now.
I'm better than the rest of them at these rap battles.
Got that ring through your septum moving you like cattle.
Don't bring that prattle here. Is that necessary, dear?
You ain't even near the height of skill that I'm bringing.
My words dance with the bassline. I'll leave your ears ringing.
Cause you can't face my superior multi-tier rhyme scheming.
You were barely breathing through that half-a$$ed verse.
Don't bother making another cause you don't wanna make it worse.
I'm at the top of this hierarchy.
You're pedantically, frantically trying to keep up with me.
Look, peasant: I got this sh!t on lock.
I'm the Queen of your prison. You're trapped in my feudal system.
Lock, stock, two smoking barrels
I'll lend you my face mask, cause this kitty's going feral.
I'm that timeless diva. You're that one hit wonder.
I got you tied-up. You're my pirate ship plunder.
All I do is get archaic when I bring the thunder while you're shaking in your boots for fear of unheard blunders.
I'm tearing your mind asunder."

Oryus, you are the meaning of weakness,
Timing off, rhyming aloft, made me grimace
Watcha talkin bout over there, willis?
You taking a day off, thinkin you ferris?
Yeah it all rhymes but your wit just misses
What you say needs to be inlayed with purpose,
I will slay you, flay you into a bisque
then toss you away, I give my prey to the mantis.
I would teach you how to rock the beat,
But I'd rather let you excrete defeat,
I don't even have to try to compete,
Just whip out my cleats,
stomp yah till theres no hearbeat
Show you what it means to have cold feet.
Girl your masked lacking raps make me so bored,
Bet you never explored discord,
I'm the merlot to your welch's concord,
Have yet to be cured of what makes you abhorred
If you can afford my allure you'd be adored
Cause I'm smooth, collected and calm,
Words flow out direct as a psalm,
Yours collide to the glide of maelstroms,
Copy my aplomb to get out your qualm
Your medusa trying to be cute behind a mask
Your rap is a honeybee maligned by an asp,
More out of place than Satan in a sunday hat,
Sorry hun, the rapping game is not where your at
That's why I'm about to put your shit on blast
You have less sex appeal that mitt romney
But I saw you with your dude, his dick's scrawny
He pulled out and said "I don't want that clit on me"
my shits brawny, man, my wits cunning,
Watch me rip out your duck mouth, bill larceny
You better start to write your will now, honey
Study of this rhyme is known as kill- onomy
If it makes you sad I'll give you some TLC,
Throw a blow to your left eye, RIP
Out your t-bone and eat it in my chilli

Track compliments of Del the Funky Homosapien- Catch A Bad One

"Here's the third meeting cause you're greedy for my metaphor. Need some more?
Want Kant's serial killer at your door?
I got ya covered. I'm watching your every word like Mark Zuckerberg. You're sounding absurd like Camus.
And I'm dropping this knowledge from O.R.Y.U.
I'm running circles round your murky verse, Erkel of this social situation.
I'm quaking your demonstration like tectonic plates on Gaia's face.
I'm taking the highest place, like this was The Space Race.
Learn to make haste. Your sorry raps are snail-paced.
I'm slicing through my verse just like Hattori Hanzo executes,
while you're waiting patiently for what Aunt Flow has yet to do: come visit you.
It seems she might have missed a few in her world voyaging to bring
the many thrilling M.C.'s, but not the sad wannabe's, that "je ne sais quoi."
"Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir"- is all you have to offer in the way of this warfare.
I'm making it more fair giving you the last word.
There is just one more try before I win the fight.
I've got sigh's of delight for my prose is airtight.
Ahhh I- think I figured out why you keep talking s.e.x.
You think that this is a wet t-shirt contest.
But I'm free to be goofy cause my tits don't speak for me.
I've learned from mardi gras just when these are currency and when they're not.
I've defeated you because I have proceeded to give repeated beatings to your misleading attitude,
and your unwarranted self-aggrandizement.
It's a sign of the times when chicks think that showing twins = easy win.
The Mammary Fallacy.
Dust off those logic books and bring in some more toxic hooks.
Your words make me seasick.
The slow, sexy shtick is just a facade for your lack of intrepidity.
Stick to your boring formula. You can leave the rest to me.
I'm the best, you see? I've got the courage to be daring
and make the people staring think something other than, "nice tits."
I like this. It's right with the beat though I've switched it up.
So give it up. All points go to Oryus."

Hey girl this is gonna be a prime ride,
Imma show you how to make a real fine rhyme,
Last round You said tits like five times,
Think your material ran out, lost your nine lives,
See you make me want to have a siesta,
I want to ring you out make you like me, the best of
Make a light flash for you, nicola tesla
You gonna wanna strap your bullet proof vest up,
Cause my rhymes go to the chest, a berretta.
Your shit was making no sense, think you're a little dense
Lost your suspense, need to recompense
But I'll lace these lyrics with hints,
good samaritins want enemies to match in precedence.
So fill up on my raps syntax, scheme and pacing,
Let the lines hypnotize you like edgar cayce,
turn you into a clone so your not wasting,
Learn how to live life crazy, make shit more racy
I won‘t blame you, everyone wants to be like stacey.
I've got it all, yeah I'm captivating,
I beat you with my chalice, im malice hating,
But your an aggravating freak of nature
Salivating at my mind like a vulture,
Want me to saturate you with a sense of culture,
And wake you up like a cup of folgers
I know how to drill this, like molars
Sorry but your still sissyphus, pushing up boulders
You couldn't touch this skill even if you were midas,
I align with the prime of the optimus,
I can tell it makes you a bit embarrassed,
It must with the way your rhymes are always rushed
Seeing you want to turn this debate into dust
So I'll push the send button to get this behind us