Rap battle

Your raps are so bad they should be a crime.You don't know what your doing. You can't even rhyme!My skills transcend, your raps are sublime.Even just looking at your raps is a major waste of time.I don't need to believe in religion; I am the true God.Over all others, I run completely roughshod.All shall bow before me and be completely awed.And in truth, your denial is just a facade.The fact that you don't believe just proves you're a dumb little broad.You were dropped on your head so many times it is sure to be flawed.Your attempt to fight is just a weak little prod.My raps strike with the force of a brutal metal rod. I don't need any practice, I started this game.I am all-powerful; I have the true claim to fame.In the Rapping hall of fame rests only my name.When people look up to legends, I am their true aim.Your raps are weak, mine simply maim.Just go shrivel up and die so I can toss you into the flame.All of your raps are pathetically lame.My very existence puts your best to shame. I don't care about your sister, I already fvcked that slut.And when she begged for more, I threw that door shut.When it comes to a team of stupid b1tches, you would remain uncut.My raps will lead to riches and you'll be begging for a pistachio nut.When it comes to a fight, I'd smack you with a rifle butt.And when you're laying on the floor, remember: you're just a dumb mutt.Dumb little hoe, I invented skill.Now it's time for me to go in for the kill.All this time was just my good will.But now, you're future is heading rapidly downhill.When it comes to beating me, you have as much hope as Bunker Hill.Destroying idiots like you for me is just a drill.Annihilating you isn't even a thrill.You might as well go ahead and take a suicide pill.Because when I'm done with you, your existence will be nil.You're so dumb I think your mentally ill.When your mom got pregnant, she should've taken the abortion pill.I'm gonna ground you up like they do in the coffee mill.And when it's all said and done, I'll be reading your last will. Yeah I'm for abortion, I'm the creater of all.And when I'm done with you, all that'll be left is a burial shawl.When I create all, their existence is my call.And if I don't want them to live, I'll throw them through the wall.That's what I'll do to you, it's time to brawl.When the dust settles, you won't even be able to crawl. The hit's out on you, b1tch, for anyone it's fair ball.All you have can do is just try to stall.But you got no skill, all you are is a rag doll.I don't need to look for networking, I control this place.And no one is worthy of seeing my true face.When it comes to rapping, I am the real ace.I'm going to demolish you, afterwords there will be no trace.Against me, your skills have no case.There isn't a way for you to keep up with my pace.If I sold you for cash, I couldn't even buy lace.The fact that you're still breathing is a sign of grace.But test me again and I'll eject you into space.You really need to give up; there's nothing left to chase.To save you trouble, death you should embrace.Your skills are non-existant and you have no base.I'll smash your face in with a steel-spiked mace. I'm for gay marriage, it is true.I give those who are loyal to me just what is due.I support anyone who wants in my crew.All you're doing is taking my grace and trying to construe.Your raps skint as bad as a gym shoe.When it comes to IQ you're the one that causes skew.I'm the true master, I know kung fu.You got no skills; I'm gonna turn you black and blue.I'll cut you up and throw you in a stew.And when I eat you alive, I won't even need to chew.There is no one to oppose me, there is no threat of coup.This day that you challenged me, forever you will rue.Your style is weak and I'm as strong as bamboo.With your skills, you can't even play the kazoo.Just give up, there's nothing left for you to pursue.Your skills aren't even something we can debut.The fact that you're still trying is incredibly taboo.With your life, there's no possibility for a redo.In a guide on how to fvcking suck, you're the perfect how to.And now, poor b1tch, we arrive at the conclusion.If anyone thinks this result is close is in a state of confusion.I've dominated, I've gven her a contusion.If she thinks she's won, it's but a mere illusion.To the existence of God, I am the perfect allusion.I've beaten her so badly, I've sent her into seclusion.Any hope of victory on her part is pure delusion.Into a hall of victors, I would be the perfect inclusion.MC Z out.