Rap battle (rematch) NDECD1441 vs Cakerman

NCE is your name because you're missing the D, the other f-cks your cousin as I please.hah, just kiddingyour starving a$s gets blown away by the breezeyou're round 10 McGregor with weak kneesI punch you in the chest and you start to cough and wheezeuse original recipe on my style like KFCboy you should shower you're lookin' like blue cheeseyou should fill your cup to the top with some antifreezeme, my dude and a couple machetes will wipe away your memorieskillin' you faster than a fat man with heart diseaseyou play like your rhymes clean but they sound like mandarin chineseyou're dumber than our commander in chiefbefore you answer I stole all your sh-t I'm a thiefI swallow your career whole like a black holeyou're spittin' fire about as hot as the north polemy sh-t requires more than simple fire controlseriously though, after this battle we should hit the sh-t on Come Hard With Your Bars V or VI since the one dude is just f-cking around, I also made a mistake by making it 3 instead of 5 rounds but I can fix that up next time around, PM me if you wanna do itBack to the rap, watch your back before I bust your knee and you get a handicapI live the life of a king every day fresh king crabyou're White & Nerdy, gettin' freaky with bubble wrapi'll kidnap you and throw you in my burlap sackI bet you won't try again you won't wanna do another lapI'm slap happy and you're a f-ggot that's into trapsi'm unhappy and i'll gladly slap your cabbyyour dirty a$s got 30 square feet of bacneit's really a feat how you think you outshine a triatheleterhyming, flow, and wordplay is the sh-t I do daily and then repeatI'm the only dude that sounds good on and off beatI go harder than a 2 ton slab of concretethe lyrical grinder turn you into mince meatso I really do suggest you sit down, take a seatwe need to talk because you're a deceitful cheatyou act grown but I'm pretty sure you still use a car seatI don't even think you competeevery freestyle off the top of my dome is a lyrical acrobatic featthe fact that I used the word twice is bittersweetI'll hit you with the cross and sweep out your feetyou aren't ready to learn to drive sit in the backyour rhyme's are obsolete my sh-t's eliteya' know, one thing I really don't dig about your raps is the word choices sometimes, I mean everyone has their flaws and all it's just that if i were in your position i'd write the rhymes differently. I mean, foot and coot, come on man you and I both know that phonetically it doesn't sound right, step it up next time man.now back to dissin' this fooli'm nailin' your girl in my indoor swimming poolyou're the perfect example of why you can't rap if you went to a boarding schoolyou're clarence with both parentsnah, I won't break the golden rule I got more jewels than the money beltyou liberals are a cesspool of wannabe Teddy Rooseveltsi'm spittin' so hot you'd swear I could melt hell itselfbox with me and I leave you with many weltswhen you get dealt the wealth the rhymes written so fast sometimes I misspellI may make mistakes but I always write what I felt was right.but no amount of bad lines will take me out of flightI had doubts about Masterful but I fought valiantly like a knightand we had a mighty battle that took some might to completeand then I thought"alright, I lost this fight."but I now sit the winner unanimouslyeveryone knows I beat Emil so the spotlight's on meto prove I have what it takes so sit tightI plan on writing round 4 from dawn until moonlightnot even close to being through but stay explosive as dynamitethey just come to me quicker than the speed of lightif your family asks I'll link them to this page, your burial siteyou die of third degree burns at a thousand fahrenheitdamn man, I still got like 6,000 characters to use. I don't know if I REALLY want to use all that, I mean I'm feeling a little lazy today but I'm just tired, I don't know. I guess as the next verse drops I'll figure it out. I appreciate you reading my sh-t though. Good looks.This is rebirth so I rap to make the Earth shakeI pressure you until your back achesno need to compensate we already know you're a fruitcakeyour rhyme style goes plain as a pancakeI'll make every bristle of hair stand up lke a stakeI stay baking you like a cakeI'm an Ohio OG meet at Steak And Shakeafter I whack you you'll be barely awakeI sit shaking, with barely any time on the clockI still walk down the street tottin' a glockwatch your mouth before I turn you to ham hocksand put you in my cellar and throw away the key to the lockI told you to come hard with the bars like bedrockbut you're comin' soft, maybe enroll at BLOCgot the 3 star bars like hotels in Plockyou can say whatever you want but you look like a Shaakyou got crumbling foundation like an elderly person with TrochYou've been knocked out like I was Ken Shamrock