There Will Be Blood- ATS Rap Battle

a reply to: Grambler

Bro-please,
your not collecting trophies,
Your molesting Bronie's sucking on their toe-cheese,
I'm throwing heat and breaking balls,
While your swallowing meat in bathroom stalls,
Man,it's passed Halloween and your still playing dress-up,
The only queen who needs a shave at the chess-club,
While I'm rolling more fattie's than the mall-carts at Wal-Mart,
Your in the parking lot after dark,
Holding up a sign "This Is Where Your Balls-Park!",
I'm so high I'm trippin' hearing colors,
Having visions of Sally Struthers,
Before she ate all those kids

an packed on the blubber like your mother..



Respectfully,
~meathead

a reply to: tadaman

Its a day off, restful in thought, easing my pain where do I start.

I once was so lost, and now am far off, I sail with no charts. The oceans so dark.

I move slithering like beasts deep in the sea. Primordial creature. The kraken I free.

Consuming my flesh is times gnaw at my neck.

Kronos goes for the jugular. Sinks his teeth into my veins. Titans spilling mortals blood, staining their captor's chains.

Hades awaits my hearts weight to gauge, my worth beyond osiris's gate.

Set the scales and throw on your sword. I will stand to be judged by dreaded gods of the underworld.

I don't know how I missed this gem ..I'm glad I re-read the thread. Love it!



I have a feeling with a RZA type beat, and the new York accent I picture you having this would be fire.



Respectfully,
~meathead

I am flustered......what supreme being would condone, for an entire year, my ignorance of this thread?

I will return with a dope lyrical specimen
appealing to everyone: ladies and gentlemen
gonna go to y'alls heads like a dose of adrenaline
with perfect and slant rhymes (both masculine & feminine)

Oh yes...I will return.

a reply to: Mike Stivic

I forgot I wrote it. LoL

Look at you digging in the trash like a bum. Here son, here is a dirty bit for you to try on.

Let that process be quick and sink deep into your soul. Go slow G, I don't want you to lose control.

Take it like beamer drifting carelessly into the curve. Accelerating carefully I maximize the burn.

Crash into your RV house and casually exit the smoking wreck. Sit down next to your flaming corpse and take the TV remote off your crispy chest.

Change your channel and eat your chips. Pet your dog, take a sh!t. On your bed, wipe with your sheets. Say goodbye. Kiss your bitch.

Come at me bro.
LoL
Have a good one!

a reply to: Mike Stivic

(This is the first rap verse I've ever written. I'm not sure how to format it to impart the rhythm. I had the stress pattern of "The Way I Am" in mind, roughly, but I wandered from it here and there to accelerate or pause. All fun and games, absolutely no offense meant. I just picked up a pen, opened a vein, and let it bleed. I'm sure you'll rip me a new one and I'm cool with it.)

To venture a guess you'll be less than impressed:
I'm just an average m----r-f----r eatin' Panda Express
Like a peasant...and when I ingest it
The crap and the blood in my shorts make a mess
Like a cut-throat game for the sweetbreads now
Sayin' "What's my name?" to the Meathead now
I don't need no fame gimme street cred instead 'cos
Now I'm only gettin' my feet wet but you're
Submerged in my verse goin' by in a blur
As every spur of the moment occurs and it's
Making you nervous -- I'm sure of it
Better call up the nurses 'cos my
Words are a vise and you can't take the pressure
My mind is gut bustin' out of a dress shirt
Bouncin' in a sexual gesture.
All you got is a mustache




Like a child molester.

a reply to: DictionaryOfExcuses



Good stuff bro, rest assured I took no offense, this thread is all in fun.

I'll try to hit you back soon . In the meantime if you feel inspired keep grilling me.


Respectfully,
~meathead


Edit to add

Format can be annoying when trying to convey what tempo you are using and what words your giving emphasis.. personally I find it the hardest part of working in text.

I have embedded instrumentals from YouTube with some of my rhymes to help steer the reader closer to the style I'm trying to use..

a reply to: Mike Stivic

I'm actually just super stoked to have found the thread. I'm a story- and songwriter mostly but I admire the vocal aspect and wordsmithery (?) of rap. I read through a bunch of posts last night before getting started and seriously, my hat's off to you. Thought maybe I could become a semi-regular in here and pick up a new trick or two.

a reply to: tadaman

Crash into your RV house and casually exit the smoking wreck,
Sit down next to your flaming corpse and take the TV remote off your crispy chest...

Hot Fyer!

Excellent!


Your style reminds me of ODB.

That's a compliment.




Respectfully,
~meathead

a reply to: DictionaryOfExcuses

Bro-sis?, your presence here is much appreciated, a breath of fresh air so to speak.

It's nice to see some activity here.

And,thank you for the compliment. I have been writing less the past few months.someone has kidnapped my muse.

I promise to respond when I write something worth reading...

Sincerely,
~joe

a reply to: Mike Stivic

Bro here.

Worst worst worst feeling to lose the muse, I feel for you. After all these years, I'm still trying to figure out how to maintain that relationship. Sometimes I literally cannot stop the words form coming in a manic stream, and other times I can't put two words together.

Do you do anything else, like paint? I watercolor (poorly) when all else fails. I think it helps me to stop thinking of words and all their lexical, phonetic and rhythmic trappings, and focus on shape and color. Everybody's prolly different though...

Either way....she'll come back.

a reply to: DictionaryOfExcuses

She will..

She's never to far,just out of reach at times..

I wish I could draw or paint.I can doodle.. But that's about it.

I have a wood burning set I have been toying with, but all my boards end up looking like a kindergartener got a hold of a blowtorch.after eating paint chips...





Respectfully,
~meathead

a reply to: tadaman

In the summertime the designer thugs shine in their whips like thrones in which they recline,

Cologne soaked lunatics decked in gold trying to look fly,

with problem solvers on their waists they hold to show for bad times.

FYRE!

Respectfully,
~meathead

How did I get here?
Oh well, here goes....

A Las Vegas State of Mind (The Apple Hip Hop)

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Mike, it's time.
It's time, Mike (aight, Mike, begin).
Straight out the scrummy dungeons of rap.

The light drops deep as does my banana.
I never nuzzle, 'cause to nuzzle is the cousin of americana.
Beyond the walls of flamingos, life is defined.
I think of money when I'm in a Las Vegas state of mind.

Hope the americana got some cabana.
My piano don't like no dirty arcana.
Run up to the anna and get the santa.
In a Las Vegas state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The smelly light?
You complain about cards.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the night.

I'm rappin' to the apple,
And I'm gonna move your snapple.

Sexy, greasy, lonely, like a pixie
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a nixie.

I can't take the cards, can't take the pineapple.
I woulda tried to roam I guess I got no chapel.

I'm rappin' to the snapple,
And I'm gonna move your apple.

Yea, yaz, in a Las Vegas state of mind.

When I was young my cousin had a white.
I waz kicked out without no bite.
I never thought I'd see that site.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my cousin's right.

A chewy snail is quite the hail.

Thinking of money. Yaz, thinking of money (money).

a reply to: EndtheMadnessNow

Thanks for stopping bye,
Here is my reply,




Santa-Anna got burnt by the yellow rose,
I'm not a-fan-of Vegas I find the concept gross,
I try my hand at prose as I hoe my rows,
I ride the highs and slide the lows,
I lock on when I sling rhymes with my bow,
I spot lies and stamp them out before they grow with my flow,
It is known,
It's been written on old tomes,
Stored deep in the catacombs,
that's my home,
And your best-off leaving Mike-alone,
I'll take your head-off then your microphone,
Mad Mike still in my thunderdome,
I dog whistle the proper-tone,
Moe Green making my skulls and bones on you dull drones,
mind-altered mind blown on adrenachrome,

At my-alter welcoming Athena-home...




Respectfully,
~meathead

a reply to: DictionaryOfExcuses

New blood the more the merrier,
Your forces can't hide behind your barriers,
I'm launching fast movers and Harriers from aircraft carrier's,

So move along vagrants,
These halls are ancient,
And won't be tainted,
So make them vacant,
Before you test my patience,

It's Eldorado and I'm el Diablo,
Hablo? No falla ?
No problemo Pablo,
Mi llamos Jose,
And I can do this all day,
I'm bilingual but I'm not gay,
I'm Joaquin's unbridled rage,
The intact unrivaled sage,
Breaking backs page after page,
In my menagerie the black-mage,


Your my-canary's in a stacked-cage....



Respectfully,
~meathead

a reply to: highvein

Click play then read.


You ever eat a Chiquita banana?
Or pee on a chick-eating-a banana?

It's world's apart,
like our skill levels...

You dabble in the arts,
I bend wills of devil's,

It's funny you Ree-Rees think your special,


I give you freebies to keep us level,

Let that sink-in while your meds kick-in,
You winnin' is fiction,
unlike your wet bed that's stinkin',
Brain dead from prenatal drinkin',
What were you thinking?

I wouldn't sling the stinging truths?
Bro, I only spit truths in the booth over instrumental loops,

While you sleuth my loo with your group for two scoops of monumental poops......













Respectfully,
~meathead

a reply to: Mike Stivic

I gotta get back on this...gimme time

a reply to: DictionaryOfExcuses

Take all you want this thread ain't going anywhere.
I took a several month hiatus, who knows when the muse will strike...




Respectfully,
~meathead

a reply to: DictionaryOfExcuses

Click play...

Read..




I control your heartbeat,
Like your Vegas nerve,
I roll deep in the streets,
You get what you deserve,
I cram and ram Jams,
That's what I preserve,

plus I pre-serve these-verbs,
Fueled by nouns,
I go to town on the reverb,
Just to fill out the sound,
Of you getting teeth-curbed,
Wake-up wearing my crown,

wipe the make-up of you clowns,
clean shaves for your pubic mounds,
This tables round,
Set deep and stable on fertile ground,

Pound for pound I'm still winning it,
I'm-a Uma... Kill Billing it,
Killing it and top billing-it,
Tiger woods swingin'-it,


Finding the hole and still filling-it...




Respectfully,
~meathead

a reply to: Mike Stivic

I don't have day dreams.
The Day's dream of me and see
things that seem to be
out of the extreme,
extraordinairly.
That's why you believe.

I'm not the bear you poke
Oh no, I just woke
I roll you up and toke smoke til you croak.
Does a bear s&!+ in the woods?
Ah damn it's no joke.

You can't compete against me
I'm out of your league completely
I breath free, you breath your feces
Your a disease, I'm the CDC.

Kneel before Zod your no god, no superman
just a has been with no superfriends in the end.

Style so old you need a bedpan.


Humbly,
Highvein



Nice to see this thread still going.