Rap Battle Caker man vs masterful quality>quantity.

Previously on Cakerman vs Masterful "wait a minute, caker man is that you?" "ye but me crack man now n I'm a Jew." "I'm dying, the thought of not hearing you rap is terrifying, gift my ears and lift my tears that would be exemplifying" ______________________________________________________________________________________________ -Episode 2 *Rain pours in the cold dark night* *Holds Cakers old, dying head in arms, gently caresses his hair and begins to sing softly* Masterful- "Baby, we were meant to be, the love we shared was shear serenity, I'd hold you in my arms forever more, you are my little sweet man-whore" Cakerman- *Begins sobbing uncontrollably* "Ohh Masterful, You're such a good guy, let me hear you diss me one last time before I die, I fear this is good-bye, Masterful- *Kisses Caker on the head* "I got you baby girl," With a name like Caker, you won't get pvssy unless you rape her, he's still paying off debt for his pacemaker. I rap in metaphors, people always asking for encores, it's not easy appeasing the displeasing whores, but you got to do it in these verbal wars. You were dead the moment you tried to pick a fight, now nowhere to tread your dread is burning alight, Blazed by words of holy light, you'll be dazed and able to only see white, So go back to the hell from whence you came, you're just a bad smell with a dense sense of shame Smashed and slashed with words unaided, your dignity's withering, about to be degraded. He tries to plead, but I intend to supersede with a blend of words I use to apprehend he's the next ffag-end who'll meet my complex Godsend, the effects send its subjects into a vortex, designed to erect a new kind, defined by a combined mind of mine. It's time. Verbally torched as pyre, you burn scorched on fire, the flames are brilliant and inspire, even the most resilient can't respire. This lyrical brutality is not just for show It's a miracle in totality that'll combust the flow. These words are like a diuretic for you, they're hydro-kinetic and aim to outdo, you'll be thirsting for more before bursting your core, leaking liquid red there's utter gore, it's like being attacked by a carnivore. At a height a bright light forms, filling the sky with thunder and storms, One arm razed, he's dazed, amazed by the speed that I made him bleed, eyes-glazed, he's close to dying, at least he has ceased and is now complying. As he fades a tear trickles down from his face, as it runs it tickles reminding him of his birthplace. With his final breath, he utters a muttered word, he stutters and is barley heard, but I understand what he's trying to say, his demand is for me to stay, with his free hand he attempts foreplay, wait, dis niggah gay? At that moment I realise, what this implies, our love wasn't an attempt to satirize, this man was trying to fantasize. And with the final words thrown, he lets out a groan before falling asleep to reap what he has sown. It's too late now, his body is just a husk, decaying a foul musk, soon to be dust. This man will be forgotten, buried and rotten, never remembered, forever dismembered. And so I walk away, another man felled, it was a violent display, but I felt compelled, to ensure he died and his pride was no more, I could not ignore the death of something I deplore.