feverish rap tournament philosophical vs untitled_entity

http://www.youtube.com... Thanks for an awesome rap battle. Best of luck to you untitled_entity! :) (I included the last part just for fun. Pay no mind to it) INTRO: Yeah you know this tune. Ladies and gentlemen. The moment you've all been waiting for. It's time for the grand finale! Philosophical Vs. Untitled Entity! MAIN: In this next rhyme, try not to stutter, Your almost as soft as margarin butter, And notice your rhymes are just a clutter, Your like rain water floating in the gutter. You say your like cena, theres no going back, You just called yourself fake and totally whack. I find it funny that you think RAW beats UFC, But RAW is just fake. Anyone would agree. And that matches your style, to be quite frank Your response wasn't a rap. It was a prank! My rhymes are filling, And all yours all blank, So move you little prius, here comes the tank. I dont have to prove im hardcore, it already been done. Meanwhile you still haven't learned how to spell "son". Not only can you not speak, but you have no flow. You'll definitely have to give this one another go. I'm kinda depressed i'd get such a rookie opponent, I got a empty round, Its like a free win, you've blown it! Did i hear right? Did you just say we can get physical kid? Sorry, You just aint my type, and frankly thats not my bid. You can tell this chick really is an untitled entity, Because if she wasn't she'd have an identity, And if she even did have one, I just took it away Because kid, I'm the lion, and you are the prey. Not only can you not rap, but your rhymes make no sense Your rhymes are so small, While all mine are immense I know her rap stunk, Its all good, mines the incense. Careful kid, because this is about to get intense. If I were you I would strenghten your defence. You look at this battle like your obligated, Your like a fish who's been blindly baited, Your going down like the last chick I dated. Your girlfriend told me you two were related. Your old news. Something I've already debated. Ima rhyming G, like i've already stated, So bow down to the rap monster you've created. You talk about all this trigonometry, But I doubt you even know geometry. I see you learned to spell the word quit. So I suggest that you get up and do it. Thats something even I wouldn't permit, Knowing your stuff is fake, and all mines legit. You say your rhymes don't need a beat. But that's an excuse, A way to retreat. Without a beat the rhyme's incomplete, A rap needs a beat if it wants to compete. I'm playing with you like you were a toy, Taking you down brings me pure joy. An easy wipeout like the fall of troy. Like the wooden horse, your only a decoy. Now that I've left you battered and bruised, Used, Abused, and a little confused, I'll be the teacher. You are now excused. You were the bomb, that I easily diffused. Remember, here's your last chance to give up. Before Im all over you like 2 girls and 1 cup. It seems that my rhymes never stop, I'll keep coming like a pissed off cop, Spinning you around like your some kind of top, Clean you off the floor using a mop. I just keep spittin' rhymes at ya from outta the blue, While your coughing up rhymes like you have the flu. But really, there's virtually nothing that you can do. Your rhymes suck. What Im saying is true! I'll give you one more chance to back down. I'm the mafia and your just the town. So just turn that smile into a frown. And know that philosophicals always around. You say you aint impressed? Cover it up. Your distressed. Your next round you shouldn't even submit. You should give it up, make it easy, just forfeit.