Here is some shit I just wrote up. I say wrote up becuase this is a damn blog and text is how it's wrote. I have always beleived a true battle rap event with showmanship and skills expressed should be a show with live insults freestyle and off the top. Showing you have true skills inherited or developed to diss a bitch with something hot. I think the hottest talents can make a song on the spot. DJ boasts a beat and the lyrics get laid down by the MC/s in a 4 minute drop to something entirely fresh to make the audiences jaws drop. Recently Dee Mac and Spit Vishiss had some semi final in a battle at the Bullfrog bar in Detroit. Here is what I put down on them in just an hour fucking with a rap.Go here to watch it: http://www.ustream.tv/recorded/8580122
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What did he say about when dude drives through HP caught him coming out of where?
How the hell would he know that unless that's where he got his mohawk hair?
Like murdock copying mister T.
My brother dressed that way at jefferson elementary for halloween in 83!
Second round was getting more on rhythm for D n' Vish.
I like shit like that but would be better to a beat that hits.
I'll spit a battle verse all on their act peeling back the cap to wrap their skulls under their doo rags with fecal japan, the shits.
I wish the battle was poured on a beat hittin phat so the crowd could see when Vish bounce the volcum diamond, he now has tits.
Up in a battle to storm the stage with my venom in a beef with my spits.
fulla charge hittin em off dissin these fuckin retards in an instance of an freestyle ill write the lyrics, rather than a month or a week. Just a slice in the time it took yall to write yall wear mits not gloves in your skitz.
Shoulda paid me to make you a backstage drop from gods graphics.
but your fucking bridge card wont pay for that when the transaction transmits, your broke. but yall gettin' old and your styles is actually getting more weak with the weak joke.
Like a no brand in a white and orange plain box with a name worth shit compared, to a Dayton spoke.
the two of them are american racing compared to dubz deep lipped on some benz whips.
I should rent you two dikes with bends in your hips a limo with pink flair so yall can elope.
One got dropped one will never get his cherry popped when its my dick your girl slobs head saying mine is the only brain she like to smoke..
looks like you'll need to plug in like a chevy volt
or that dildo your momma play with and feed you as a pacifier to shut your bitch ass up in the throat.
vish aint no john wayne or chromy revolver colt.
he cant afford the pepsi or the faygo so he bought the jolt.
vish lookin' like you belong with that punk group the misfits horror punk off key on every note.
no aim and no scope.
dropped from a major kids label now trying to use battle raps as his scape goat.
D can get up on this nutsack of the real mac in town on a battle blitz.
I'll sprinkle yall like a golden shower having them drenched in my piss
stickin their tongues out like bitch dogs lap licks.
I expected better from the stat quo.
Dynamo hyped phat duo new kids on the block dressed like hammer wearin' skidz.
This shit was like a beef with some highschool kids collectin warts on the lips from them pink hard sticks.
Wack lookin' and soundin' like some fuckin garbage pail kids.
Deep sack is slow n' stutterin' like a moth with chattering teeth or a sleepy hollow with bacon lips crusted with steam from a sewer he came from in the streets.
and gay mind sick ficticious prolly be the one to deeply swallow and thrust it like the drama queen he be perpin like him and D be some rap athletes.
Ain't one single MVP in any camp you been with cuz yall do church retreats.
Cuz none of yall got playz like I got. Albums like I got with the most original rap beats for a real rapper to leave bloody and beat.
D mac and Vishiss playin' their fav song as they rode together to the BullFrog for the so called battle, "My buddy and me!"
V use silly putty to copy his tats to some tattoo flash and put it on his face with marker like a kids card to his mommy with holiday ornaments like dingle berries on his moms ass put on his face and greeted.
I'll take a shit and you will eat it.
Yall like Tiger Woods whorin' yall selves out writing it and cheated.
Yall muther fuckers need some miracle grow to be on my purpose powerful and undefeated.
D'z comin' weak sayin' "he's tryin' be like Em" got me heated.
I'll herd yall sheep in a round up with my poison to kill yall off like weeds soaked in summers eve sealed in a douche bag with a ziploc and heat treated.
"They boyz!" The host said. "We gonna walk out all nice n' calm", the host again said. But to who is he speakin? They'll knuckle up with a fist pump like they fist each others asses with cum secreted.
Cuz lotion n' lube leftover when you shake these weak bitches hands after their energies depleted.
Get the fuck off my lawn. Chillin' on my porch drinkin' old E hearin' this makes an old fart like me yawn so peep it.
you'z punks can do like Michael J and take your ovaries n' eggs and beat it.
And don't act like you an alpha male when you put a glo worm in your girlfriends behind.
I caught 'em both slip and almost forget their line D got more violence than humor in his design.
Vishiss is a vocalist and should know to keep the mic back so the rap don't go blind.
these amatures been rapping for many years yet got no 401k.
This performance shoulda not been in a club hot but on broadway for a girly ass jersey shore gay ballet.
Yall bitches would look pretty in pink with a bow.
Cuz none of your raps got strength or stamina but stink and move slow.
Take the finger out of your asses. That ain't what they ment by ace in the hole.
Every album yall possibly sold gets resold by your fans cuz the content has no strong hold.
Got a mouth like mel gibson but flex no muscle cuz yall bitches is like my sheep that'll put everybody to sleep and fold.
This is just a fragment of the story on a battle I could use to put them out cuz my skills are stone cold like granite bold with an outlaws legacy to the bone.
Sell your dope and hold your pistol close D cuz your going to need it.
You grabs the mic like suckin' on Vishiss's dick that you feed with.
D Mac the goblin troll. If he had a dunce cone on his head you'd think he was a knome with a bums syndrome,
woddling around the club thinking it's his daytime hangout at a mickey d's bathroom stall sittin' on the toilet pretendin' it's his cadillac brome.
All cool and mellow in his flow leaned back like he just took another heroin hit to hit the zone.
Here is a fucking copper chore boy now take your ass home.
And Vish might be a detroiter white battling D Mac black with a wetter laid spit.
But he aint no better than a brittle better made chip.
Just a few lines I came up with from the top state of my mind that's great haulin' them out with my wreckers like junk in a michigan waste dump bitches.
Cuz there will never be another like me.
An MC with flexibility to stoop to your shit as a low level degree ninja assassinated,
barely breathing and plastic plated placed in my trunk bitches.
Just go ask your wife.
She will tell you. It is all about MindState Records for life bitches!!!
