Rap Battle

First round is for acceptance, OR you can opt not to say anything last round. Good luck, you'll need it!

Lets go!

Guess whose back to give a dude a wreckin'
and in this case, maybe I'll throw in a grooming lesson.
With all due respect you look like a poodle left in
the alleyway, slurping on two week old goo spaghetti.

Truth seeker, Judas Priest poop eater,
self harmer, hair dyed like a true queer
Hey wait, what are you doing with that exacto?
Don't slit, cause I'm only trying to spill facts, bro.

Kid's ancient, still stuck in the seventeenth century
but arrogant enough to try to project the end of me?
Outdated like a fossil, making the wrong enemies
I'm about to take you out of your body like I'm ketamine
Don't you understand, you zombie? You look like a goth, dead to me

Fyi, i show my face so i rest my case
You just use a retro pic of a warrior in it's place
With all due respect, i can't even see what you look like, we can't see eye to eye
By the way, for me, your momma would die to have my pie, i testify and no lie

I sat there waitin' for days til your girl n' came to pick me up
Saw my long locks n' was love struck that she got hit by a truck
I lay there wonderin' how in the world she never gave you 1 buck
Thought it was fake, when she tried to pull it, my real hair got stuck
Oh n' i found out she had no hair, exposed her, i say to you: get better luck

he talking trash about why he can't have
then he complains that what he can't grab
cause no one is scared of him he ain't bad
find the other hand, I look like a jihadist Arab
people fear me cause I can shoot you in Baghdad

I might be ancient, but i'm still slaughterin' foes like Ivan the bonehead
Turn you into the color of red, with lead, slice you in half n' leave you half dead
I carry swords like i'm Genghis Khan, claim to be from Ohio, but you really from Sudan
This is obvious from your religious position of being a Buddhist
I'll feed you trash n' you'll be grateful as i make you as fat as Buddha
Cuz after all, this is what this dude eats to the point of death then reincarnation
Don't matter if you come back, it's back to the same old elimination, condemnation
the Eightfold Path cannot compare to that of my wrath
my shining light that hath burned the path so you can graph
you better get the message quick, I enlighten now do the math

I come in the power of Jesus Christ, burn your ice
accidentally take your life as I write
if no desires = no suffering, why are you fighting?
it's obvious he's so egotistical, that's why he's writing
your religion is a complete contradiction, a work of fiction
he's love smitten and stricken by what's in my kitchen
he loves my rabid flow, that's why he snitchin

A single bar, like steel clangs to shatter egos
and sets your profile picture straight back to default.
I call him metalhead and melt his scrap a$s for remold
until a better man emerges, battle rap is evil,
it seems so, but creativity is half of the goal
and the other half is brutal: stating facts that we know.

They say ignorance is bliss and truth is radiant light,
so stare at the sun's rays incinerating your eyes
and making you cry, you're blinded by the pain of the fight
Hit back! It's just your nature, the insanest of drives.

This kid's right about one thing: he's truly boneheaded
but the thick-skulled go extinct because they just don't get it
Anger overwhelms, but don't let it, or you'll see no message
and even Jesus won't help then, cause he's no medic.

You need to clear your mind, sweep your bangs to the side
observe, or get hit by unforeseen anguish and die.
I try to help you people, why would you be angry with Stry?
It amazes me how much you all just hanker for lies.

I anticipated a dis on my pic to default
therefore I broke in your mind like a vault
so ima show you what it is to be in a waltz
I'm the metal head who's gonna give you assaults

I think you use the same line in a row so you can't flow
if I put a light bulb to your head it won't glow
I'll bet next round, when confronted of it, no show

if you're connecting the dots, thinking you the Sun,I'm the sparks of a primordial chaos
ima boss like Rick Ross with the Jesus piece as I have you nailed to the cross
with knowledge so rich, you'll be weeping out loud "I'll never know how much it cost!"
so just accept your fate, its cheaper than you think, like the weakest kind of draws

notice how this guy did not defend his own religion
I'll have you blown up with my verses like nuclear fission
why are you so obsessed with my appearance when you're mind lacks coherence?
is it because you idolize me and my long hair that for my face you got subtle reverence?

The only incoherent thing here is your grammar
and your precious metal face will adhere to a hammer.
You're scared of how it actually appears to a camera
So you hide, make it private, concealing your "glamour."
I can picture you spit, but I'm hearing a stammer
I can picture your b!tch start to leer with enamor
as my words penetrate through your ears like a dagger
and you fly from my violence, while clearing your bladder.

The truth doesn't need me, it fends for itself
And Buddhism's easily ten times as helpful
As these things you're preaching, you're not mentally well
if you're thinking that Jesus protects you from "Hell"
If you think that we're evil, from Heaven expelled
by a perfect designer, "YOU LIAR!" I'll yell
See, God doesn't hate us, His awesome creations
Yes, sin is potential, rebelled, but listen, we're destined to fix it ourselves.

Again, in your drivel there's a grain of truth
Your mind is like chaos, you brainless fool
It flies in all directions, enslaving you
Twisting your intentions, shoelace in cats cradle
Stupid puppet like a tube sock, soft and unstable
But let it be your guide, you never know where it'll take you.

this is reality:

you really a black bummy thug who lets his pants sag
you so poor couldn't call dad,wipe yourself with a durag n carry a rats bag
you're as weak boned as an old hag so you hustlin, but you got a price on a hashtag

now why did I say all that? Don't get mad
I'm tryna show you of all blacks aren't that bad

Dissin Truth seeker is like shootin the reaper, couldn't make you any weaker
you already sweating so you turn down the heater and took a breather
I can tell according to your picture, your an angry emo kid who listens to Seether
by the way people, I see this dude in real life, he looks and raps like Justin Bieber

funny how he talks of my picture in private
before I took it, he saved it and try to hide it
when asked if he jacked off to it, he denies it
Woah isn't it odd that he calls it a glamour?
you hold up a banner saying
"he couldn't look any grandeur "

Stealing is sin, so why did I take your bars?
it's cuz they out in the open like cookies in jars
I take them and run you over like the movie Cars

you spin angry words so your pride go down like Angry Birds
first you were rapping solid, now your verses are turning into slurs
thought you were battling a noob, look at all this progress
can't stand your ground on your frog legs wearing a dress