Rap battle of awesomeness

You're so full of sh-t, from the words that you spew,From the fake plastic mic, to the feet in your shoes.You wanna pull the rule book? Greenie that's new,Never seen someone as desperate to win like you.Stooping so low, your backbone might break,Any bit furthur is all that it'll take.Your little goody-two-shoes is so f-cking fake,I bet the school bullies beat ya till you ached.You can take your rule book and shove it up your @ss,You're a preppy little prude who's really such a crass.I bet all the girls looked at you and said "I'll pass.",Cause your lack the intelligence to realize that your d-ck has 0 mass.I don't give a f-ck about a non-existent rule,I don't give into losers who thinks they're debating a fool.You got your head out of the clouds and stuck it in a pool,And now you're drowning in your own disgusting drool.Go look at Masterful vs NDEC's debate, [1] (yeah, this is a link to YOUR debate)Did Masterful pull the non-existent rule book bait?Lying is a repulsive and ugly looking trait. It's something that's distastful that I really badly hate.So if that's your last desperate attempt finally done,I guess it proves to say that you think I've already won.And if you think you can stop me from having the final run,You should've stated some rules back in Round 1."I read Percy Jackson, dictionaries and stuff.",Well I'm reading your gravestone, it illiterate and rough.Etching it out of that material must've been tough,When you can only afford a grave stone made out of fluff."I have a debate coach." Are you really that proud? That you need a coach to help you sway the crowd? Well goodbye to you, you're voted off the Cloud,You can snuff your torch as we burn your shroud. You may think your god but you have no sense of style. You apparently haven't looked in the mirror for a while, You're sloppy and arrogant, skipped error and trial, No practice equals mistakes. Ex. Your profile. You sound like a child, not 22,Like the kid in a verbal fight who's only comeback is, "Screw you.",If you weren't such a green, I'd say you were blue, Depressed like an addict who's addicted to sniffing glue. You say you took a leap, most daring if not, Yet here I find you bound in the webbing you wrought. The roles are reversed since you're the one caught, I am the spider and your struggle was all for naught. "Yes I may lose..." Yes you may,Was that even a doubt when you wrote it that day? Don't even kid yourself, you're starting to decay, The likelihood of you beating me was as high as your pay. I've hung you like a dead man, set out to rot,I made you write your note, even tied your own knot.You thought you were the one, the guy so hot,But now you've shown everyone how little you've got.You aren't original, not even unique,You can't even rap, your words are so bleak.You're a third rate freak who's only a geek.So go hang out with the losers, that's your true clique.Your hobbies are reading, listening to Eminem,You think your raps are good? Go look back at them.They're dull and lifeless like a fake gem,Sticking out and ugly like your mark back in Chem.Bet you regret, issuing this debate,But me beating you was practically written in fate.I guess it was inevitable, due for some future date,But to me it looks like you'll be losing a lot at this rate.You practically lost the minute I agreed,It was like you read the future mailed through your feed.You signed over the winnings from a pre-made deed,And slunk back into your hole to go smoke some more weed.It was like a bite, that you just have to itch,It hit you like a train and now your left in a ditch.Like a car crash, spine broken, now you can only twitch,What comes around goes around, karma's a real b-tch.This last section is dedicated just to me,Cause I don't have to use words to bend you over my knee.Of course I wouldn't do that, don't want a STD,Cause unlike you, when I f-ck, I don't pay fees.I'm not going to say that I am the best,You already know that, so I'll put it to rest.If this site was a class and this was a test,I'd have gotten 100 without being stressed.If your a god then I'm the anti-christ,I'll drag you down to hell where you can be sliced and diced. Then we'll sing a song, and you'll be sacrificed, As we drink merrily to our beers that are stone-cold iced.The party's already started, loser can go home, You can see the Insta pics tomorrow from your Chrome. I can already see the champagne start to foam,As the barista pours it, freshly imported from Rome. I can hear the music vibrate, surrounding sound, As I call the barista over for another round.Three shots lined up, 9 more downed, As my name is revered about and renowned. So when you challenge someone, actually state a rule,So you can bring it up next time, without being a tool. That was like a cheap shot, but it added to my fuel, But I'll admit, it was fun winding you like a spool.[1] http://www.debate.org...[2] http://www.debate.org...