There Will Be Blood- ATS Rap Battle

a reply to: Mike Stivic




I'm a lyrical magician
you rely on superstition
for a position
to transition into
the definition
of ambition.

It's always the singer
and never the songs
that takes the time
to make the rhymes
a believer
and bring them further along.

You need to know about the flow
that constantly rolls
and takes me to a better place
where I know these words
will never grow old.

To be fair to you
fair-haired scared chumps
I'm a grump and I'll thump
the plump off your rump
but if you care to dare
me to a duel
I'll pistol whip ya
fueled by my cruel
intellectual drool.

But don't get me wrong
with this song
I'm not a bad guy
but I am strong
enough to huff and puff
a rap to rip out your eyes.



Humbly,
Highvein.

a reply to: highvein


I'm looking down on this thread with ill intent,
Wearing my crown so you can get dead or get that knee-bent,
You clowns need to to show respect,do penance,and Repent,
Before you catch three-dents in your cranium,
Then push up geraniums behind the gymnasium,
I blow up like uranium on you local yokels,
call me Chernobyl my fallout's global,
And it's far from over as I flood-your-stations,
I'm talking generations of your blood-relations suffering mutations,
Black balled failing initiations,
Your all talk I'm All innovations,
You got a weak hand,
I call your bluff,
So go ahead huff and puff,
It's not enough,
My throne still stands ,

untouched...



Respectfully,
~meathead

a reply to: zosimov




Is there none left to protest
my conquest of this test?
I guess I'll just lay you all to rest.

My mission is complete
your amunition depleated
while my payload exploded
my ammo reloaded
and I'm back on my feet
before you know whats going on
I have you under my thumb
you can't keep up with my beat
running over you fast
I signed a shoe contract
Your just another piece of meat.
I deal with skill
and overkill my spill
to get the thrill
of stepping on your anthill.

I do what I like
and I like what I do
its time for me to choose
how I want to
murder you.
You have no choice
but to respect
and not neglect my voice
which is treason and the reason
we have this hunting season.
So I bid you adieu
with a smile and a screw you
I walk out your house and kaboom
you lose.

a reply to: Mike Stivic



I ride the wave of blades
that makes you band aid your skin
for display like in a Tim Burton parade
as you scream..Mayday! Mayday!
I'm going down like a clown
to the ground with a frown
that makes no sounds.

I turned you into a mime
your a mute and can't rhyme
whos bedtime has arrived
you reach the end of your line
arrested for war crimes on the blind
using your rhymes.


This is what I do me and you
there's only room for one
I sweep you up with a broom
as I bring doom and gloom
to your safe space room
and make it your tomb.

See I buried you alive with these lyrics
I shuck and jive and spit with wit
as I make you submit
then I slip the tip while you double knit
and turn you into my b$%ch
now go make me a sammich.

So much for being a King
Now your a Queen who can't sting
when you sing
and get knocked out of the ring
then you bend the knee
as you plead with me
how you can't breath
and how sorry you are
that you took it this far
so you worship this Tsar.

originally posted by: highvein
a reply to: Mike Stivic


then you bend the knee
as you plead with me
how you can't breath
and how sorry you are
that you took it this far
so you worship this Tsar.

Johnny mnemonic..
When I slam your Ebonics,
With verbal high colonic's,
Your nursery rhyme phonics,
Drop rings like sonic...

Your retreating and I'm creeping,
I'm never resting never sleeping,
I'm on recon peeping the company your keeping,
No use in fleeing I got your exits on lock,
I bet on brexit sold stocks and bought a yacht,,
Plus a pack of Pitt's and Rott's to patrol the boat,
I'm circling your moat with a garrote and a rope,
Your a templar and I'm the black pope,
I make you choke on my soap,
You can't cope with these bars there's no refuting,
You old Tsars got cursed by Rasputin,
There's no disputing I'm a master mind like Putin I keep it movin',

I'm Play action while your turf chewin'...



Respectfully,
~meathead

a reply to: Mike Stivic




In this war zone we must ask ourselves
Why are we here if not to dethrone
and use words to kill.
I slaughter and maime
and rain shame on the lame
and claim my right to reign supreme.


I'm here to make you disapear
with the fear thats clear
you hear
with your own ears.

You try to muffle them
but it swims in and then
takes control of your will thats thin
and you can't win
against this sin
you've committed against men
so I convince
you to go into an entrance
where you dance
with no pants like a madman.

I pull your strings
and make you do things
like believe you have wings
and can fly off buildings
just to hear you scream.

I'm maniacle and diabolical
I chronicle you trip to the hospital
like an evil genuis wearing a monicle
you think it's horrible and illogical
while I find it comical
using a lyrical scalpel.

I drive you insane to the point of no return
in vain you try
but I sing you a lullabye you've never heard.
It's aburd to think your not perturbed
by these words that flow undisturbed
as they cut with verbs.

Your stuck in a briar patch
all scratched up on your back
with blood dripping down your butt crack
you go slack cause you can't
get out of this trap I set for you
with no rules to see you through
like a sheep without a clue.

Don't blame me it's just what I do
I choose to win you choose to lose
and abuse booze until your views are skewed
then you get tattoos above your butt
and wake up feeling all confused.


So your a Putin mastermind?
I can't tell by the way
I'm poop'n on your rhymes.
But sometimes I can be kind
and remind you of the time
when you use to be able to drop the dime.

Excuse me while I stretch
before I play fetch
with your face
then I etch this wretch
with my knife blade
as I play catch
with your pitts and rotts
before I latch the cage.

There's nothing you can do
as a black pope but hope
and pray you don't make
the same mistakes
as the last black pope made.

Cause they didn't throw him a parade.


Humbly,
Highvein

a reply to: Mike Stivic



I know you don't have much time
to make these rhymes
which is why
I climbed
these stairs that led me here
to the finish line.

They raised a glass of beer
to cheer you losing this battle
Stivic is no where near
these lyrics
that prick
like roses
and sound like a composer
that just bowled you over.

But I do have to thank you
for making me raise
a point or two,
about how I
reply to another point of view.
But it's likewise
to the golden rule,
do unto others

as you would have done to you.

Humbly,
Highvein

a reply to: highvein

I crash your litterbox "cat in the hat" weak-raps,
As I smash with a spiked bat straight to the rash on your knee-caps....







Look out it's crazy-Mike-stivic in his eighty-five-civic,
Running you off the bridge in Chappaquiddick into the liquid,
Your drowning in my artistic sickness,
Neck deep in my business,
Like a contortionist or gymnast,
Just to catch a whiff of my exquisite biscuits,

For real bro, your rhymes are sphincter wrinkle remnant turds,
And you need to be careful before you run out of single syllable words,
I'm ahead of the class throwing off the curve,
Your just a nerd,
Whose Fischer Price "My First Notebook™" gets ripped in thirds,
I don't know what you learned but that means three pieces,
Three lumps of chopped up feces,
You better buckle up when I return like Jesus,
An eat up you peanut butter-cups like Reeses,
This style is never-ending it's ceaseless,
And I never touch a pen,
I use Telekinesis...





Respectfully,
~meathead

a reply to: Mike Stivic



You can't be serious
you come off delerious
like your having your period
while being furious
like an idiot who's trying to be mysterious.

It makes you seem like your life's been cradled
by unstable and troubled parents
that stapled you down to tables
and enabled your ability to label
a bagel as a one word syllable.
Your just disabled.

If single syllable words
perturbs your turds
maybe you shouldn't use any verbs
and see how hard it is to be superb.

Your just a story teller
while I'm the real death dealer
a quick on the trigger killer
like Hannibal I'll eat your liver
a cannibal in this thriller
as you shake and shiver.

A telekinesis Jesus?
More like a butthead and beavis
While your eating Reese's
I'm ripping you to pieces like a demon
in front of people who see us.
Your the guy who writes a thesis
about how his micro-penis is like the one on a fetus.
That's right Einstein your a real genius.

Truth be told your just boring
Your exploring the art of transforming
a yawn into snoring.
You need a label of warning
"My performing may cause sleep walking."
To me this is no longer sporting.


Humbly,
Highvein.

a reply to: highvein

Truth be told your just boring
Your exploring the art of transforming
a yawn into snoring.
You need a label of warning
"My performing may cause sleep walking."
To me this is no longer sporting.

Well done!

Respectfully,
~meathead

originally posted by: Mike Stivic
a reply to: highvein

Truth be told your just boring
Your exploring the art of transforming
a yawn into snoring.
You need a label of warning
"My performing may cause sleep walking."
To me this is no longer sporting.

Well done!

Respectfully,
~meathead

Thank you. I am just trying to keep up with you. I have a hard time diversifying my rhymes. I have learned a lot from your style. I appreciate any and all forms of criticisms. I have to learn somehow.

a reply to: Mike Stivic




Back again, a blast from the past
slicing sacks to hear nuts crack
from the fact of me leading the pack
now don't make me break my foot off in yo a$$.

You fools are getting ruled
by a guy that quit in grade school
up hill both ways and now I get payed
to spray with mundane restraint.
A chest pain to some
to others a brown stain
but it don't matter I'm not here to be humane
I'm hear to give you migraines
with profound sayings that came from my brain.

It's not about the mistakes you make
you have to retake your place
and face the thing that made you break
you guys don't understand and that takes the cake
You eating burgers and fries but I stole your shake
It goes good with my filleted steak.

Their is only one left so I make a request
that if you have a heart condition don't protest
or I will send you into cardiac arrest
with this alpha test.

No doubt you will be stressed
but I suggest you confess
about how you obsess but still can't express
a rhyme that allows you to address
the problem, which is your playing checkers


while I'm playing chess.

Humbly,
Highvein.

a reply to: highvein

I'm under the dock sinking my pylon,
Spitting hot fire like Dylan,
Eating brains I'm sick with the prions,
While your playing chess in your nylons
In the third dress you tried-on,

I gotta ask as I take you to task,

Is this really the hill you want to die-on?

Son I'm tired, and sick of taking you kids to school,
I'm wired, and to quick to spit jewels before fools,

I don't break, I find monumental holes in the most-cited rules,
Create instrumentals,switch roles, then ghost-write-it like a ghoul,

I Post up an put the screws to you tools getting lit up like fuel,

Meathead dragged you behind your she-shed,
Spanked you beet-red then stripped you of your street-cred..

I'm just saying,

I fortify and set traps,
Your taking mortar-fire beyond the border wire,
Your mortifying with your whack raps,
That's why you fall back when I attack,

Your forms brittle, I found the cracks...




Respectfully,
~meathead

a reply to: Mike Stivic





I seen you under the dock
in shock, broke and couldn't walk
with no socks
couldn't talk but only squawk
to a rock
you called Bob.

You believe you can kill me on a hill
with no skill
You need a pill from Dr Phil

to make you real-ize your standing on a landfill.


The traps you set are no threat
your crap raps are like a pet
chasing a jet.
I slap your back and pull my strap
then shoot you in your kneecaps
then you start to sweat and get upset

over the fact you only found your butt crack.



Humbly,
Highvein

a reply to: highvein

Your a broken record,
A clone like Deckard,
You got red in your Heath Ledger,
You have been weighed, measured,
And found wanting,
For all your huffing and puffing,
Your styles a mcguffin,

That means you talk a lot about it,
But It Does absolutely Nothin',

My rhymes are sublime, subliminal,
Your rhymes are crimes and unoriginal,
Your metaphors are not poor,
They're pitiful,
I'm essential to the plot,I'm pivotal,

Your just thug #2 your lines are minimal...



Respectfully,
~meathead

a reply to: Mike Stivic

Come on Stivic don't be butthurt
and just blurt out stuff
that makes you sound like a pervert.

Your a gimmick looking for 15 minutes
A timid mimic who just can't win it.

Now your catching these hands
with no fans in the stands
I throw sand in your eyes
you realize I'm the man.

Your compromised with no alibi
now get back to work

I like my fries super-sized.



Humbly,
Highvein

a reply to: Mike Stivic




I'm shoot'n rockets
at the lockets your wearing
your bling sings your position
to my scope and I'm staring.
One shot can stop this lop si-ded conversation
You make it easy to beat you weekly
A completely speedy devastation.


But I can go old school
with no rules
I poke you in the chest
and challenge you to a duel

I'm breaking new ground building buildings
while your sound still sounds really silly
I ain't got time for your nursery rhymes
after all it's your bedtime, not mine.

I'm forging new paths ahead of the pack
while your in the back getting slapped
like a sex slave who's just been kidnapped
and that's a fact.

So calm down and my sound
will bring you around
to reality
and even though you disagree
you still lost this battle to me.

And I ain't even done yet
I don't have to break a sweat
I stay dry and you get wet,
like your girl did before you guys met.

See. I can be just as immature
as an adolescent who's insecure
but still sure
they're going to be the next
big entrepreneur.

I'm too pure for your Male Bovine manure.


Humbly,
Highvein.

originally posted by: highvein

originally posted by: Mike Stivic
a reply to: highvein

Truth be told your just boring
Your exploring the art of transforming
a yawn into snoring.
You need a label of warning
"My performing may cause sleep walking."
To me this is no longer sporting.

Well done!

Respectfully,
~meathead

Thank you. I am just trying to keep up with you. I have a hard time diversifying my rhymes. I have learned a lot from your style. I appreciate any and all forms of criticisms. I have to learn somehow.

I cant believe this thread is alive
at least two of you jokers keeping up with your jive
It gone downhill since the gramblers been on vacation
had to go make some videos to save this nation


you were doing good until you were nice to stivic
makes you look like a porn star with a useless limp ... wrist
why dont you two get a room and cuddle
and avoid getting wrecked by my words that befuddle

a reply to: Grambler

Since you're now a content producer on the youtoobs, I nominate that all of your responses henceforth be posted in video format.

a reply to: Grambler



You tried to dress up like a pirate
but you messed up and dressed up
like a wrinkly, old man with an eye patch
that covers all your privates.

Your not Ishmael in this tale
your Captain Ahab and I'm the whale.

I bite your leg off then watch you chase me
I run you in circles then drag you beneath the sea.

As you drown I still hear sounds of your protest
but your the one legged man in this ass kicking contest.



Good to see ya back Grambler!