There Will Be Blood- ATS Rap Battle

What the hell was that?
I take one day off and I come back to crap,
You both sound like shook up bums on crack you need a slap,
Couldn't find a rhyme if I drew you a map,
It's a submission bout and you already tapped,
Your "raps" lack rhyme or reason,
seriously I'm not teasing,
I've taken dumps with more cohesion,
You want the nitty gritty?
Your rickety imagery deserves sympathy,
Your not witty ,
I only star your little itty bitty ditty's,
out of pity,
The litter runts you stay busy,
As you suckle on my rap titty...



Respectfully,
~ meathead

EtA;

It's all in fun guys,no harm intended, all disrespect is in jest,it's a battle thread. go ahead hammer away at me!

a reply to: Mike Stivic

What the hell was that?! Were you smoking crack and missed it? That was a finely tuned attack by styled words so vicious.

This meatheads losing face, can I get a witness?

Hes busy in the real world doing dishes.

Wife got him by the balls so there is no resistance.

She is after all, finally giving them some attention.

,

Just in good fun, but THERE WILL BE BLOOD!




EDIT TO ADD:
I feel bad now. I think you are awesome and am sorry for insulting you. There. Now I am morally above your reprisals. LOL. J/K



Lets do this.

a reply to: tadaman

No Matter how hard you train and strain,
Your losing the race you can't keep pace,
With my rap train ,
your losing the game,
lyrical Lucifer sets you aflame,
Then puts you out with my main vein,
I'm doing red rum shooters at Hooters,
Your in the loo' with a mirror inspecting your cooter,
The platinum to your pewter,
When I get on my computer You get neutered,
Bitch slapped like biff,Back to the future...


Respectfully,
~ meathead

I walk tall swinging a thick stick,
Your holding a thumbtack with limp wrists,
Scarred from stitches where the knife slit,
Sadistic yet romantic,
Mike stivic never panics,
When I think past your gambit,
You lose a rook in transit,
Flows chiseled like granite,
As if masons planned it,
I School you when I get pedantic,
Chanting mantras passed down from Atlantis,
The phenomenal Mr fantastic,
The tantric preying mantis,
stretches you out like elastic,



Then delivers you an asskick...



Respectfully,
~ meathead

a reply to: Mike Stivic

So listen up scrub, this is what is what. This is whats good, whats hood, whats up.

I wont strain a muscle, I wont give a f**k. I got more than one hustle. We keep it moving right along.

You got no rhythm. You lack the beat. The one you feel inside when your heart aint weak.

I keep my pain. I am no immortal, I just got less a F**ks to give,

so we can do it the hard way or we can try cordial.

look

Hello, how are you?, thats great to hear, hey listen,

hows the clan?, mike a question, did I mention?, Youre demented

and everyone thinks youre retarded and pretentious, and demented, and demented.

did I mention that your brain must shrink when your sentences become longer and more comprehensive examples of incoherent s**t.

You think youre doing great, but really its a damn repugnant mess,

of inarticulate, crappy, blathering, empty words in black and white text.

did I mention?, youre demented.

*crosses arms.

a reply to: tadaman

The best ,
still ringing your bell like recess,
You need to egress,
When the eight pieces,
of my diseased flesh,
Creep through feces,
To my priestess,
I come together like voltron,
Gypsy vagabond call me zoltan,
I told you before I'm molten,
The volcanic verbal mechanic drinking molson,
was chosen,
To wield these claws like Logan,
and leave you broken..





Respectfully,
~ meathead

What’s this embarrassing blather you cats pass off as battle,
Dense, nonsensical chatter, like battling cattle.
Lyrically, I own you like chattel.
Basic child’s play, you rattled.
You’re trembling, sadly, your saddlebags are shaking.
I smash in the ring, Cassious Clay, Kingpin.
The shots I sling sting, I win,
call me the nimble heavyweight.
Leave you debased, broken, bemoaning your fate,
feeling frustrated, fragmented, in a fragile mindstate.
Don’t fret it, hurts only if ya let it, Ima go get it, so capitulate,
Know it’s an honor getting bested by an agile great.
Step into a world of lyrical slaughter, verbal violence to eviscerate you
Violent verbiage leaves you feeling violated, hashtag Me Too.

a reply to: Mike Stivic


I dont think that I will listen, dont think that I will bounce.

I am conditioned. Willing. Always ready for the joust.

I got more rounds in me. Cant wait to see what we're about.

You cant get off that easy homie. I got hits for days just shooting out my mouth.


You got to call it quits, bronie. You got your dumbass handed. Your one ton ego swayed. My boot print on your neck is branded.

And we can keep it funky, son. Its real to tell the truth in spades.

Its no lie that when you act like a flunking dunce, we cringe while you die inside from shame.

So dont go off a cliff spelunking.

No need to go far for redemptions grace.

Just pucker up your lips and kiss my ass cheeks like they were sitting on yo mamas face.

Straight up. Wazzup. Shhhmack back.

Lyrical assault with cynical words on point so harsh.

The way I slay em is criminal.

The way I kill em is art.

a reply to: zosimov

I would tip my hat to signal that I give respect where some is due.

I cant do that because your senseless dribble is garbage, wack and crude.

Let me school you with a lesson in dope, fresh, wild and smooth.

You cant try hard when your stepping to a causal genius guru.

We can see that tired old scheme is coming from well over a mile away.

We can pick you off like snipers do to targets ,nocturnal, without the light of day.

So dont slip an give your position to the eyes of he who holds the scythe,

because what he sees, is what he kills, and what he keeps is no longer alive.

I got time to waste, like a cat with an injured rodent with which he plays.

You cant escape. I am like a spider weaving in a web that I make.

Youre my son now and im your maker. So come Luke join me. I helped your mom out but only to make ya.

Never mind I think the dark side can do without you. Heres a light saber.

Cut your arms off, and your balls off and hell take your head off. F**k off. See ya later.

I am Darth to the Mother F**king Vader. I got death stars in my bars that I drop hard like space balls.

My schwartz is just too strong and with that now Im gone.

Just call me Hans So long.

a reply to: tadaman

Litter runt pucker up for my lyrical lactation...




I'm getting standing ovations for my oration's,
Tadaman's getting blackballed and failing initiation,
It seems we had some reservations concerning your education,
Also your fixation on fornication,
fascination with masturbation,
and T&C violations,
It causes us much hesitation,
Not to mention your crab infestation,
It's a poor location for the propagation of crustaceans,
I recommend moderation when you engage in your perverse liaisons ,
Plus your perspiration has the fragrance of frustration and desperation,
The illustrations of this lyrical castration are ready for publication,
Prepped for distribution across the nation,
There will be no mediation,
No alleviation for your situation,
No hesitation,
No deviation from my devastation,
Just total eradication an annihilation of tadaman's reputation,


here is a Star,Thank You for your participation....



Respectfully,
~ meathead

a reply to: tadaman

I told you your rickety imagery deserves sympathy,
There's no synergy,
Your a train wreck like Brittany,
I'm the sniper picking off your infantry,
It's a battle of attrition,
And you have a whole division missing,
In addition,
I stole your weapons and your ammunition,
Then the pen you use to make requisitions,
Master chief smoking keif in my jeep,
Beep beep,
Slaughtering you like asleep sheep,
I'm on fleek when I streak,
Road runner passing you by,

MEEP MEEP..




Respectfully,
~ meathead

a reply to: Mike Stivic

I got mad deals, here is a two-fer.
Just line them up like ducks for the Ruger.

Chickens coming home to roost in the future, so here right now is an OG rooster.

Other cocks cant block my boosters.

Im cruise missile, youre an intruder.

I burn your whole clan, hurl your ashes in the sewer.

I dont get mad, I get there sooner.

I dont react, I use lyrical maneuvers.

I drop word ordinance on targeted losers.

I deploy sophisticated psychological abuses.

I got a sick mind and Im willing to use it.
You got wrecked each time and should quit or stop losing.

a reply to: tadaman

Youre my son now and im your maker. So come Luke join me. I helped your mom out but only to make ya. 

Never mind I think the dark side can do without you. Heres a light saber. 

Cut your arms off, and your balls off and hell take your head off. F**k off. See ya later. 

I am Darth to the Mother F**king Vader. I got death stars in my bars that I drop hard like space balls. 

My schwartz is just too strong and with that now Im gone. 

Just call me Hans So long. 

Making believers out of you foul mouth breathers,
Walk into town then ride out on your land speeder,
General Kenobi still the team leader like jeeter,

Step up chump,
I leave you with nothing but lumps,bumps,
And four freshly cauterized stumps,
I have the highground...
you must be dumb,

Princess Leia was right,
your not to bright,
Your unpaid Jaba debts,
and lack of foresight,
Got you captured by boba fett,
And frozen in carbonite,

Han so long... your bantha poo doo,
I'm the Kirk to your sulu,
I got you prancing,
In your tutu,
When you stop dancing,


I shoot you...



Respectfully,
~ meathead

Anyone else?
I DIDN'T THINK SO,
Your all free falling,
Like Tom petty playing plinko,
You gringo's trying to copy my lingo,
Go bankrupt like kinko's,
The Lennon to your Ringo,
Your a Baby getting ate by my dingo,


I got this locked down like GITMO.....




Respectfully,
~ meathead

I know it's short, it's just a thread bump in disguise

a reply to: Mike Stivic

"Hey wait a minute, I didnt get to finish",

is what yo mama said when I hit and quit it.


We have a score to settle. This is far from over.

Dont let your guard down or relax your shoulders.

Keep a dug in trench and be vigilant because at the dawn is when I strike best.


You are just a vampire with a glass chest. I strike squarely at the heart behind the vest.

I am a slayer lurking quietly in your nest. I place stakes in your ribs with medieval tech

and the ill skills of a seasoned gourmet chef.

a reply to: tadaman

My viking horde sails up your fjord,
Swinging battle hammers and swords,
Knocking down thatch doors,
Just to Pillage your stores,
Kill all your men,
but save you to rape with the whores,
The fourth horsemen,
Pale horse riding Norsemen,
Psycho turns your sons into oarsmen,
And calls them all Norman,
"Sail in on the storm men!
We'll ransack this port then row out with our portion!"



Respectfully,
~meathead

a reply to: Mike Stivic

So you say you got swords and hordes galore but you lack the will to stand against my attack Im sure.

You get sores from whores who cant stand straight anymore. You'll get all your men slayed. Im like Hanibal at Cannae.

Better yet I am Scipio Africanus, You are Carthage and your ruins I leave behind us.

a reply to: tadaman

My five point palm exploding heart technique,
Rips through your obliques,
And leaves you weak,
Your knees knock and your brain leaks,
Tadaman can't stand and can't speak,
I'm the black hand wetting my beak,
While you bend over spread cheeks,
And make room for my cleats,
I am the konami code your just a cheat,
Like a mail carrier,
delivering through rain snow and sleet,
Lyrical treats to the beat,
While your ashamed,
And trying to beat feet,

I best anything you dream up,
The incredible hulk swinging tree stumps,
cyber Riddick,
killing you with two girls and one teacup..




Respectfully,
~ meathead

Edited to add;
Riddick kill scene

a reply to: Mike Stivic

Mike listen, I need your comprehension. You are in class and this bitch is in session.

You are in detention for being a snitch who mentions, the dealings of a king of beats who rules with rap sentences.

This is a massacre so lay down your weapons. I dont want to get savage with lyrical hammers and machetes.

I am ready. Im always cooking, but never messy. So put your hands up and get saucey if you get me.

Break a few eggs on my way to scramble some brains. Make an omelette with words said confusing and oozing with pain.

The show hits the road again. The carnival is in town and you fit right in.

You are a clown with a Sad grin, so dont trip and fall off the tight rope walk.

I will grease the line so you slip right in to a pit with snakes and spikes and s**t.

This way you die with a crowd cheering. Its entertainment so there is no sin. Dont call a priest or an excercist.

I got holy molly whops to give, like a cannibal Christ Eucharist.

This is my temple and youre my sacrifice, so take the blade and Just suicide your life.

It will be better than facing my double hitter. A one two punch with a KO, paid per feud with heavy betters.

a reply to: tadaman

Tadaman? I'm just gonna call you taddy,
At it again, you get high then get chatty,
Spitting crappy sappy tragedies,
Your not a vanity project your a charity,
just a parody,
taddy looks like a flappy manatee,


Beached under a banana tree...

Your term papers are to long,
You just go on ,and on, and on,
That's why I get to finish my songs,

While you bomb and get gonged....


Respectfully,
~ meathead