Rap battle

First round acceptance, no rules

From lookin at your picture, you see yourself with 2 glocks, Tu Pac
While i rap so destructively, you get shot non-stop, a G is what you not!
Shadowkingstudios? As if you have your own record label...
Your name in and of itself is just a mere folklore, a fable

Typical black man wit saggin' pants n' weed smokin'
An end to your stereotype is what i'm dearly hopin!
You look Martin Luther King bad with your whack tries
Cuz everybody can see right through your lies
You only wrap sandwiches, flip burgers n' pass fries
Get out of my sight before another fool dies

so say your prayer of fate i'ma end you like the undertaker
Put a streak through your name, take your mom, dissect her
To see what in the world brought you into this world
Your words shall be used against you, leave you unfurled
Your finished, diminished, leave your rap name whirled

Dear God what have we got here? Not another flawed fraud livin' a facade
On this maraud, I hook ya like cod, terminate ya with my verbal firing squad
Nevertheless, you lack lyrical finesse with that discombobulated mess you protest
Blaspheme my noblesse, get bench pressed by my repress you 90 lb. princess

Listen nut sac, you can't flow on wax, you lack the knack to audibly strategically rap
Let's check the facts, I, your King, can stack a track with a lethal lyrical attack
You'd sound like a duck quack, a whack piece of crap yackin' like a Tibetan yak
You got jacked last bar by draw back, Round 3 will prevent you a bounce back

You can't think with brain cells clogged with zinc, now out with the kitchen sink
A kinky Black Chink who lip sync songs of N'Sync, Lickin' on Lance's hot link
You an Al Sharpton, I'm a Malcolm, niggas like you I "X," to be smoked away like hash
Dash gas on you & flame you to ash, sell you for cash to Mikal to be raped in the @$$

I spit bars on you like a llama, bend you like a comma, anal yo mama in porn-style drama
Have her worship me like a Dalai Lama, and pledge allegiance to me as her Obama
Round 3, you Geek I crank up the heat, compel you to Tweet this prophetic defeat
That Rhetoric predicted offbeat that you will be forced to eat like raw diseased meat

He said "default" meaning my fleshly presence is a divine essence of transcendence
It is hindrance of my incandescence predestined to cause you to evanescence
Truth so bold, I know that's cold your own debating mode won't allow you to claim the gold
Don't blame me, bro, that's what the dice rolled, for me to be Prince, you to remain the toad

Tupac? Nigga, they will compare you & me, to me being Jay-Z you being Memphis Bleek (who?)
Maybe you can tag team against me with Lea Michele, then Glee me cause yo shitt is cheap
At least she has a keen gleam with her sting, you have no zing in your batting swing
Now bow down, kiss my royal ring, because your debate mistake have crowned me King

draw back- "use a surgical instrument to hold open the edges of a wound"
Lance Bass-
Mikal- http://www.debate.org...

Noticed how con used "back" twice
You tryna too hard to roll the dice
What are the chances that you'll beat me?
Not 1, not 2, shoot, not even three

is this how you disrespect the laws of physics?
yap yap yappity yap running yo mouth like a gymnast
I don't need a firing squad, I prefer to work alone
cause when I'm by myself, you all in the danger zone
forget doing a ranger wrong, I'm singing a deathly song
I'll have you nailed to a cross everybody will say the king is gone

forgive me Lord I didn't mean to commit blasphemy
but using slant rhymes for me has become a masterpiece
after you n your personality is disintegrated, you shall be integrated, your brain refrigerated
on second thought, I shall throw it out to the crows so that it can be mutilated
Click Clack clickety clack, get you whacked as you away from the pack
let state facts, me versus you is like a cat chasing a hoodrat
my belly gets fat from eating that, you stink from crack
your brain is so wasted, God shouldn't a made it sick
if I were you I'd use a stick shift and just wasted it

so take the punishment that runneth in it
psychic vs. psychotic and hypnotic will make this dude turn into a necrotic
you listen to too much Chris Brown, so you go erotic, a porno you bought it
ran our money to buy more, so now he Robbin it
oh what a catastrophe,you get your songs from Rhapsody
can't get past me, still recording your stuff using Audacity
then when the truth hits, you be like I must rap, my dream has to be

N*gga look like Soulja Boy, hang with me I'll leave you a broken toy
ship you off to my enemies, trick them and win like the Battle of Troy
this isn't a battle, this is a deploy of an evil choice on one of God's boys
what in Gods name is wrong with your body structure?
your scrawny little body can't take a rupture

Damn dude, not again with the kiddie lines[1], 3rd Grade rhymes: deadpan[2] like Ben Stein
This time I'ma give you lessons of the eminent kind, like reading the mind of 3rd Eye Blind
First, nigga, you must devoid emotion & emerge yourself in noun-based devotion
Eliminate the flawed notion: that most voters will respect artistic self-promotion

That's why I lost to that hoe Jew, you know who: "the femboy" you let spoon you every Noon
Every Monday last June to ya'lls favorite Taylor Swift tunes, he had you barkin' at the Moon
I'm only gonna ether you with 10 bars, I see by far you can't go toe-to-toe, so let's spar
I scarred you last round to let you know you are, just a twinkle compared to this Alpha Centauri Star
My Alma Mater is a PhD in Lyrical Slaughter, don't bother to retaliate, lest I grow hotter
I issue orders like Godfathers, baptized in holy water. Nigga, daughter Adrianna[3] go harder (than you)

1- "yap yap yappity yap" & "Click Clack clickety clack"
2- http://en.wikipedia.org...
3- https://www.dropbox.com...

lol, you couldn't teach us better, so you used sources
Flows a lil off Shadow...you coulda taken better courses

This dude just went soft like the Bernstein bears
Note the resemblance to his pic, it got alot of shares
Talkin' about my noun based devotion when i use verb notions to cut you like Moses split the ocean
I just took your rhyme what a commotion, your skin's a lil too ashy, you need some more lotion
This dude stole potions to create some more locomotions in his slogans n rap with no emotions
You claim to issue orders from Godfathers, but there's only one
I took my own orders, not commanded by the father, spirit, son
Your about to get baptized again in the same water your daughter was in
The color of your skin can never fully describe your deadliest sin

I'm not an aggressive rapper, cuz it's not worth unleashin' my anger
Look what i did now, fired thoughts like shots i ain't even a gangbanger