rapmusic.com's summer audio tournament, round 1 vs. King Author

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You better stay bi***in, or claimin ya fly, cuz im sendin your f*** ass home without a plane ticket, Im afraid of this guy cuz he looks like hes gotta genetic disease so imma keep a safe distance, There's no doubt that I came with the sickness, F*** will ferell, beatin me's more stranger than fiction, This mr big nose gotta cocain addiction, So one sneeze and we got snow when it aint in season, The main reason if he aint leavin round one is the fact if he stays cheatin, You better switch names, cut ya wrist with a big blade, yer shits lame plus you claim you gotta pimp game, Lookin like ya face f***in ate a hadoken, So girls takin you out must not mind datin a mutant, Look at this gang bangin grade A student, With a cut on his cheek so he puts a bandaid to it, F*** ya fans they demand gay music, Only butts you tappin are from the ash tray stupid, This round one imma take it with ease, Cuz if youre a king then i suppose ive got an ace up my sleeve, Mother f***er you aint gettin a vote, Plus i laugh at his future I'm ahead of this joke, Needa drop that gun talk you yellin taboo, ill have you throw in the towel like sellin bathroom, And that's true I'll smack this wack dude, With my cock and give his moms a jack ass tattoo, I say quit rap and drop the username, Cuz you're a joke to the game like'a sports blooper tape, Choose yer fate as I pen a sick verse, While Flexx is never seen, like you in'a gym shirt, you do shows? man I'll just laugh at you
Cuz the gigs you be doin are in front'a stuffed animals, His sex life would go extinct, he needs lotion, Lookin' likea mix of Queen Latifah & D Omen, I dont wanna seem rude
But F*** swalloin, his mom shoulda drowned his ugly ass in the gene pool, You gonna touch me ha? yer really funny bra, Rockin a polo shirt lookin like you takin a money shot, I wouldnt step in your shoes if you paid me, Lookin like the potato head had a kid with Jay z, Yer likes Naps n dreds with a fatter head, I swear to f***in god yer mom NEEDS to be slapped to death, For producin an off spring that looks like nimrods niece yet raps with skill thats equivalent to tom greens, You gonna stop me? I doubt that, Cuz you bein sick is like sayin ill chris sounds black, You's a scary dude but cheer up, Then again its hard to run from fear lookin in the f***in mirror, So that's why you take pics witcha eyes closed, If god loves ugly why the f*** you blind the pope? He thinks hes mad tight and oldschool, But F*** bein shy from dope, Id say yer more anti social

This f***in dude prolly thinks hes mad slick
Cuz he flipped Arthur to Author to better his chances
In this rap game, but the fact stays
Hes just a wack fake net nerd wholl never have a fan base
You better stop dude, itll cost you
Your social life, I mean shit, do you wanna follow in nimrods shoes?
Your just another hard core clone
Whos future in lifes welfaire and a card board home
Id say its time to give up them kid dreams
Get a job, get a life, get a girl, rinse repeat
Chubby fag cant wear a tank top
Cuz his only exercise is a beer run,
So lemme clear up that beatin me aint no f***in cake walk
Hes garbage in fact,
All his audios should end in an apolagy "Oh yeah Pardon Im wack"
Get off Hibes nuts I wont lie cuz
I'll kill author and make his ass a real ghost writer
Just like Steven king, his scheme is weak
With'a face that got hit by a tree AND jeep
You little steeze theif, Ill leave ya chin cracked
Cuz necro gotta receipt sayin he wants his sh*** back
now this guys'a a victim
cuz he saw noodles on broke back mountain and decided to climb with'em
a smack to the face is how i treat this child
and his songs are boring, id rather count ceilin tiles
in the mean while, f*** your street clothes
only dude to have craters free loathe on his cheek bone
I couldnt think of any nameflips for this gaybitch
so while i tavel to round 2, wish me a safe trip
I bet his mother probly brings'em lunch
i'm 17, but i aint black jack, so i think kings a bust
he's just a gay punk
Mustache and Eyebrows lookin like a job well done by a paint brush
You are NOT clever
Plus your crew name is like your wackness cuz that shits beyond measure
He can floss stellar but hes a cross dresser
Keepin it undergroiund in his grandmas celler
Rockin a chain in his fat aunts sweater
He spits garbage, but I hear that his trash talks better