February Rap Battle Royale Team Competition

[halfmoonuzumaki]

Well half moon is a grown ass man (no disrespect) and I aint got no school till wendsday.

Grown ass man...n*gga im EIGHTEEN xd Im on February break.

 

[NaruGoku]

Do ya niggas not have school or some shit

LoL i'm AT school doing my job, LoL. so that's why i haven't been able to focus 100% to this, LoL. at the very MOST i've had up to 9 minutes to read, re-read, and reply to a verse so i've been very distracted with work and lesson planning, LoL. i'm doin the best i can for having virtually no time. but dudes who know me, like NT and Halfmoon, i know you guys can tell this isn't me at 100% but i don't care. this time around, the battling is for fun!

 

[Gaara Da Kazekage]

Uhh Narut I'm 20 and Half I'll respond later kinda busy atm

 

[jiraiya lives]

damn lol, did any of yall get some seep...i see post from like 12,1,and 2 AM

 

[NarutAwesome]

I was bored but people were rapping while i was at school....i mean damn..lol

 

[CharlieBundels]

Team Pancakes

Young man, old man what ever u are
For u to talk shit to us bro u kinda bizarre
To think that u suicidal, guess what? I'm homicidal
U just walked straight in the jaws of death this is yo final
Don't care if u enjoy last breathes of air
I will eradicate u and leave nothing to spare
U shoulda did a recon before u even came here
Now u gotta face Gaara, is there a rescue team near?
I don't have to open gates like Rock Lee
Cuz my sand break yo body down anatomically
Can't leave now you've already been killed
Feeling so alive cuz yo blood has been spilled

Don't bore me please, take your rhymes elsewhere
find a different hobby, cos' hearing this shit really isn't fair
I weren't really bothered so I didn't really mind it
But now I gotta shock this little nigga like lightning
Kill who? You couldn't kill a handicapped pigeon
Rap isn't your thing, so why don't you try singing?
Gaara, bitch you's slow as hell
Your rhymes're punishable by jail
So try not to get raped in your cell
I'm breathing just fine, but you won't be soon
After hearing this, you better call it quits in June
I'm done murdering your ass, it's the judgment of god
This nigga probably dead, call the medical squad

 

[NarutAwesome]

U guys just wait til i get home....just wait for yo ass whupping

 

[halfmoonuzumaki]

U guys just wait til i get home....just wait for yo ass whupping

Talk is cheap Narut, just wait till you get a chance to spit before running your mouth -.-

 

[Bright Master]

Team Omega:

If you had respect for 1v1s you f*ckin never would have started this,
You responded to my sh*t for narut, so that sh*ts already a swing and miss.
Again, you frontin about others accomplishments,
Hopin that theyll MAYBE shout you out in the acknowledgments,
So you talkin bout limbo? Lets see how low can you go,
After i snap your f*ckin knees and leave you to die in the snow,
Because im the one true Dovahkin, you just a pathetic imposter,
Who is literally the weakest member of his whole roster.
This sh*t is like Edo Madara goin up against genin fodder,
You actin like your smart as f*ck, but im afraid you're no scholar,
Yeah i hit second place, lets see you get farther,
Because you rappin past the prelims would certainly be a shocker,
Lots of bark and no bite comin from one whos a judge,
Never proven sh*t, nothing more than a smudge,
On the boot of this n*gga who is blowin right past you,
You little motherf*cker best believe ill outlast you,
Ill f*ckin outclass you in every which way,
Leave this kid confused like "Wait, what did he just say?"
"What the hells Battleship, i never heard of that?!"
It would be 'cause mom dont love you, and instead spent cash on crack.
Why is it I'm the only one not obsessin over my opponents penis?
The homo-erotic tension here has left me feelin squeamish.
Tween you and N/A, I cant find any explanations,
As to either of your male genitalia fascinations.
And damn straight im Mario, you just a generic goomba,
Ill f*ckin curb stomp your head, leave you smoked; sisha hookah.
And it amuses me that you assume black is a color,
Its nothing more than a shade, you proved me wrong and got f*ckin dumber,
It ABSORBS light, it doesnt f*ckin reflect it,
You should really check ya facts before you go and try to rep it.
Because now, I f*ckin wrecked it, made you look like an imbecile,
And i just f*ckin charred you up, like throwin steak on the grill.
You can pop off all the shots you want but ill duck past em like Neo,
Your 12 hour pengame cant even f*ck with this free-yo
'Cause Omega eats you up, like you was lookin like Cheeto.

Excuse me for what I ay but i dont give a **** what you think,
Yo shit was so bad yo pen aint even worthy of ink,
You could call me a
hit in a miss, but i'll make you a breathe and fail,
35 shots to yo dome and you can call it a clip form that GALIL.
Mother ****er when I say your shit is trash, im talkin 1000 uppercuts,
Make you eat that piece of shit--
Sequel to two girls and one cup.
Omega is a bitch,
and you the ugly sister,
Bitch you wanna see how low I could go?
Nigga I will burn your legs and let the flames ascend tho,
Like a thousand sins, inflamin all your kin,
no worrys about the fate it would bring,
exept thinking about stoning your insides, like the Thing.
True dragonborn, you call me an imposter?
I got 10 niggas ready to shoot your block off, I've exedded the rank of master,
Hide in the church, I'll shoot you AND your pastor.
Im out here bustin this buster and obliteratin him like megaman and his buster,
While im in the backroom with your moms, she screamin **** that mother fuker"
This nigga really dont want the trouble this will bring,
cause im that black brother hood like a early malcom X,
yet still a smart like martin luther king,
Since im always up chasing my dream, i dont really ever dream.
This nigga tryna dig up lil shit, seem he aint got nothing better to do,
and the reason I could be a judge, is so I could laugh at you.
You think you could blow past my shit?
The only thing you gonna blow is the grip.
Now I ain't even go lie, I knew what battleships were, I just ain't know what you ment by h9,
But thats ii8 tho, nah,
cause at least im man enough to admit theirs shit I wont know from time to time.
You think you could have me out classed?
Sunday hit up my phone to let you know, neighter of ya'll got class.
Yo brother, my mom got a degree, she ain't smoking no crak.
But I guess its cause you know im black, you assumed our lives where about that.
Thats pretty racist bro, I just dont want to see you end up like one of those black ops players that we hear about all the time,
with those white sheets over their head,
Yellin out why they want niggers dead,
But Im not gonna go over the top or fuss or pout,
cause rappin like that aint really what im about,
Yo honestly, I'm not even in the mood to finish this man,
leave a message on the tape, tittle it "Dear Stan", damn....

 

[halfmoonuzumaki]

Excuse me for what I ay but i dont give a **** what you think,
Yo shit was so bad yo pen aint even worthy of ink,
You could call me a
hit in a miss, but i'll make you a breathe and fail,
35 shots to yo dome and you can call it a clip form that GALIL.
Mother ****er when I say your shit is trash, im talkin 1000 uppercuts,
Make you eat that piece of shit--
Sequel to two girls and one cup.
Omega is a bitch,
and you the ugly sister,
Bitch you wanna see how low I could go?
Nigga I will burn your legs and let the flames ascend tho,
Like a thousand sins, inflamin all your kin,
no worrys about the fate it would bring,
exept thinking about stoning your insides, like the Thing.
True dragonborn, you call me an imposter?
I got 10 niggas ready to shoot your block off, I've exedded the rank of master,
Hide in the church, I'll shoot you AND your pastor.
Im out here bustin this buster and obliteratin him like megaman and his buster,
While im in the backroom with your moms, she screamin **** that mother fuker"
This nigga really dont want the trouble this will bring,
cause im that black brother hood like a early malcom X,
yet still a smart like martin luther king,
Since im always up chasing my dream, i dont really ever dream.
This nigga tryna dig up lil shit, seem he aint got nothing better to do,
and the reason I could be a judge, is so I could laugh at you.
You think you could blow past my shit?
The only thing you gonna blow is the grip.
Now I ain't even go lie, I knew what battleships were, I just ain't know what you ment by h9,
But thats ii8 tho, nah,
cause at least im man enough to admit theirs shit I wont know from time to time.
You think you could have me out classed?
Sunday hit up my phone to let you know, neighter of ya'll got class.
Yo brother, my mom got a degree, she ain't smoking no crak.
But I guess its cause you know im black, you assumed our lives where about that.
Thats pretty racist bro, I just dont want to see you end up like one of those black ops players that we hear about all the time,
with those white sheets over their head,
Yellin out why they want niggers dead,
But Im not gonna go over the top or fuss or pout,
cause rappin like that aint really what im about,
Yo honestly, I'm not even in the mood to finish this man,
leave a message on the tape, tittle it "Dear Stan", damn....

Team Omega:

If you think that you got dark and low, then I'm about to get deplorable,
The way you think you actin dark is really just adorable.
I rhyme about dyin children, ill drop bars commitin sin,
Ill tye up and f*ckin rape, any one of your female kin,
Ill f*ckin hit your pregnant momma with one of my f*ckin uppercuts,
Cut that bitch right open, f*ckin bubble bath up with her guts.
See where ill take it? Dont even try to f*cks with that,
Rhymin like you hard, frontin with your cyber gat,
Thinkin you a thug cause you rhymin bout Call of Duty,
Thinkin you gettin low, while you just gettin fruity,
Like shoopity doopity, ill hit you with some Skyrim shit,
F*ckin shake you to the core with the sound that i emit.
You try to front as the Dovakin, then get f*ckin Fus Ro'd,
Dont need to even Doh ya 'cause by then yo ass already goes,
Flyin off the Throat the World and you f*ckin lose all your HP,
Even if you repped Dragonbone gear, shit wouldnt f*ckin phase me.
You talkin bout burnin me, i was born from the flames of hell,
And im a master illusionist so watch out for my spell,
Cause ill f*ckin tantalize ya with a flow thats rather wicked,
Consider it a Witch cause its Dark Magic when i spit it,
Everything you spit at me, was whack rewrites of my own bars,
You runnin out of disses, needa dip in my reservoirs?
Cause i referenced Malcolm X, but i just did it more subtly,
When i said I'd f*ckin curb stomp ya, you spittin redundancy.
You say my shit is trash, then go an call it 1k uppercuts,
You walk in an try to rash, but just trip up like a klutz,
And ive said it numerously, certainly more than once,
Theres no way you can f*ckin shoot me with your imaginary guns,
Cause like Neo in The Matrix, your 'bullets'are comin at me slow as molasses,
Kid im f*ckin level 100 in erry one of my classes,
So to think you can f*cks with me, is simply a thought that is laughable,
To this f*ckin rookie gamer b*tch, im a boss thats impassable.

 

[NarutAwesome]

Team Omega:

You dont know what youre sayin Narut, youre spittin straight malarky,
You simply just dont stand a chance 'gainst The Omega Hierarchy,
I aint scared of you kid, that thought is just embarassing,
I lyrically raped you and Bright at once, like i was Sexual Harass-ing
You right you an avalanche, going nowhere but downwards,
It would seem to me The Pancakes are nothing more but cowards.
We've got one babblin off, tryna front like a kazekage,
Took shots at all but me, 'cause he knows im Grade-A Sake,
Too much for him to handle, so he wont even bother.
You spittin bout the force? Well then, you should know im your father,
With midichlorian levels recorded as the highest in history,
Ill bury this little padawan, site of his corpse forever remains a mystery,
Just like a pancake, this nigga gettin shaken an' poured,
While he's droppin straight garbage that'll just be ignored.
Team Omega we f*ckin runnin this Royale,
Spittin with no remorse, diminishin other teams' morale.
Got Narut subtly name droppin Em songs, Like 'Drop the World' and 'No Love'
I really wish that I had worn a glove,
While I was with 10 other dudes, lookin at Narut's mom from above,
When in unison bukkake'd your mama, f*ckin cream glazed that b*tches muff
Hey Narut, had enough? Of a style so wicked,
That is enough to taint a Man of God, whenever i spit it.
Going into detail about oral *** 'tween other men,
Narut, it seems you fell out the closet once again,
Better scurry on in, incase Teary Eye's done notice it,
And ruins your plans, of coverin for your homo-***-secret
By frontin like Travolta with a b*tch on your arm,
While you takin secret trips down to the Banana Barn.
I came with intent to harm, f*ckin batter an' maim.
Not to do battle with a Stan imposter that spits lame,
And i know what i said, and i meant it, so best "Believe It!"
Cause you wont give two f*cks what the pH is after i force you to eat sh*t.
Talkin bout 'rich rhymes' like you rhymed after some thought collection,
You rhymed 'beat him' with 'gainst him', dont treat it like mental reflection.
This battles going in One Direction, it is one sided at best.
I see your verse has SOME rhyme scheme but what happened to the rest?
It would seem to me, like you just shoutin and b*tchin,
'Cause Half's got you so bamboozled you dont even see that ya pissin-
-All over every chance Pancakes has got to flip it,
To actually come hard when they make an attempt to spit sh*t
I couldnt take you alone? I took you and Bright at once,
I dont need a team to beat you, you moronic dunce.
Cause lyrically, like elevators im droppin tons,
Then pickin back up, an droppin more for funs.
You're just no match for me, your punchlines fail to connect,
Im a Halfmoon rapping God, better show some respect.
I could out bar you like servin Whiskey on the Rocks,
I could out rich rhyme you like "Hey bro, your verse, it f*ckin rocks!"
I could f*ckin Pick you apart like im a miner, you rocks.
When you try to front in the club they like "No minors, get lost."
You see Narut, that you could never in your wildest Fantasy,
Ever f*ckin dream of ever being a match for me,
Because Narut beating Half? N*ggas straight KNOW that sh*ts Blasphemy.
And the way that ive got you spittin bout toys, and adolescence,
Just goes to show, fake MCs revert in my presence.

Team Pancakes



you claiming and bitchin’ how Team Omega is an Hierarchy
when I’m the one driving this show cause I got the car keys while yo ass is in the back seat
you can’t even handle Bright Shadow, and you’re saying you beat us both
hey guys, this bitch deserve a Grammy, for being the Nigga Failing the Most
for trolling the most, cause to us rappers you’re a joke cause yo fan bench aint even vote for you in the poll
fixed yo bitch some eggs and pancakes and laid this sausage on her plate
and for her drink she swallowed my jizz and she loved the after taste
and yeah, you’re my father, that’s probably why I’m a son of a bitch
we niggas drinking dat Vodka while he’s still stirring his Nesquik
call me the Omega slayer, yo team the next Greek letter on ma head list
ya’ll omega niggas steady talking shit but got nothing to back it up with cause ya’ll don’t know the death risk
and yeah I’m a pawdawan, surpass yo ass like I’m Anakin Skywalker
Yo girl said she loved my “web slinger” she calls me Peter Parker
you can shake and pour me but at the end I’m still a Pancake
and compared to Team Pancake your team is second rate
you’re a waste of space, rapping shit ma lil brother could make, i don’t need a Zip-Lock Bag to seal this nigga faith
Im dropping the garbage that you were spitting me at onto your head
cause like a nursery rhyme I gotta put this fake ass nigga to bed
and you’re right , Team Omega is running this royale.....running away from the royale
but this aint school so sorry, you can’t be Saved by the Bell
so while you’re tryna diminish theses niggas moral I’m devastating there lives which is why there cutting themselves with knives
damn, that would explain the cuts on you arms and veins cause you want a real MC like me to give you attention but you’re getting pain
and I’m not dropping song bro, it was a punchline with yo dumbass
and the only time you’ll be with ten dude looking down at my moms is in your dreams
you couldn’t dream about anything else but 10 guys, that’ll explain why you got gay niggas on yo team
what’s a wicked style to a verse that I spit cause shit get twisted when these niggas hear it
and you’re a Man of God, then I’m the God of Man, yo ass tryna kick dirt but you’re in that box kicking sand
and how can I fall out the closet when I’m the nigga that pulled yo ass out
this nigga speaking words of bitches so I don’t understand what you talkin’ about
And I’m afraid of you bro, so you can say I’m homophobic
yo favorite word in the dictionary is the word dik
you came with no intent to harm when I came with intent to murder
leave this man bleedin’ and throw his body parts down the gutter
talkin’ about imposters when I pulled the sheets to show you’re a fake
here’s some advice, stfu and sit down, for your parents honor sake
and everything coming from your mouth is the equivalent to shit while I’m spitting sick shit that is contagious and could be an epidemic if i keep rapping like this
you’re forcing me to eat shit, sorry, can’t hear you with all that shit in yo mouth
the chances of your team winning is as good as you winning the finals, no doubt
and you might wanna look up was rich rhymes mean cause you’re talking shit so make it seem you knew what it meant without the help of yo team
you need some self-esteem, cause all I see is fire but no steam
this man is a wanna be Sonic but can’t even catch a ring
and yeah I’m pissing on the rappers beneath me so better get an umbrella
and ma flow is so chilly these niggas in Chicago gotta wear a sweater
and I murdered yo team which would explain why they aint post in a while, look at the evidence bitch, you’re in denial, people look at me like I’m a paedophile cause I’m fuking up this child
yo ass is like a flight with no Visa, Martin without Gena, Wiz without Khalifa, magic with no believa’s
you’re dropping tons on an elevator, I push the top floor and rise yo shit
In the rules I should have put, “this thread is not for Halfmoon bitch.”
You’re better off being a ghost and vanish cause bitch
no one give a shit for what you gotta say
I asked Google is there any rappers who could beat NarutAwesome
and it’s still aint find results to this day

 

[Bright Master]

Where do you people get the time to type all of this xd?

 

[Forest]

just got back from work god damn 40 posts since i left lol alright... off to the lab

 

[NarutAwesome]

Where do you people get the time to type all of this xd?

it's easy for me bro, I'm a lyrical genius, jk, but I'm pretty good at it

 

[NarutAwesome]

just got back from work god damn 40 posts since i left lol alright... off to the lab

i thought I destroyed yo lab in ma last verse, jk

 

[NarutAwesome]

check out this harlem shake video my friend and I made

[video=youtube_share;E6VUHVR1g80]http://youtu.be/E6VUHVR1g80[/video]

like and comment

 

[jiraiya lives]

Don't bore me please, take your rhymes elsewhere
find a different hobby, cos' hearing this shit really isn't fair
I weren't really bothered so I didn't really mind it
But now I gotta shock this little nigga like lightning
Kill who? You couldn't kill a handicapped pigeon
Rap isn't your thing, so why don't you try singing?
Gaara, bitch you's slow as hell
Your rhymes're punishable by jail
So try not to get raped in your cell
I'm breathing just fine, but you won't be soon
After hearing this, you better call it quits in June
I'm done murdering your ass, it's the judgment of god
This nigga probably dead, call the medical squad

Team Omega



who the f*ck is this dude interrupting the gods at work
if I was a vampire you wouldn't even be able satisfy my thirst
I'll disperse this twerp for ever stepping up like he's humble
stumble and crumble your dreams of ever taking on another team you oily plump hoe
you gone need an omega sweater because im so cold I made Charlie bundel(bundle)
you a pet to a vet,i'll Vietnam spray yo moms face for even giving birth to you
see Charlie is the worst of dudes
we've never heard of you so I doubt you murder dudes
he's the type to work his tools and curve his groves while watching shake weight commercials dude
see this is about to get personal as I expose this fool
see-
you are nothing but a lesser being who felled the sequence doing the evolution of species
after less than 16 bars you where left depleted now the only things lefts retreating
but your minds so feeble that the only thing your thinking is how to comprehend this beating-
that you receiving, screaming
now who sent yo gay ass to the-demon
that slash f@g with a black mask/on and leave yo body in a trash bag
send you back with wounds that look like hash-tags...now thats real life retweeting
you a weakling and Im preceding to exterminate yo species
your skills pool is smaller than a germ on the pinky
this is team omega, we'll rape your mom and fist her
but we aint finished, 9 month months later we'll rape yo baby sister (xd)
you cant take the heat of the battle,cause were beasts,spitting like snakes that rattle
you just cattle, who takes it up the ass hole from a fat mole
yo mad bro? report me to a mod if you think it'll resolve the conflict
but it wouldn't stop this because my top spit is so sick that it infected NB's JavaScript
so now im the one banning mods for the f*ck of it
I run this sh*t, if they don't like it then NB can s*ck my d*ck or else ima shut this b*tch...DOWN
now back to this whining fodder
my rhymes make yo mind boggle as I smash you with a wine bottle
the most you've ever made off rap is about nine dollars in which you spent on a two male prostitutes that dispute on who has the best ass saying "do me cause mines softer"
this is the belly of the beast, im the giant swallower
Omega leading you cubs like a lions father
I don't know who's on your team, but I guarantee omega can fry yo partners
i'll fry Charlie at 5 in the morning while he's hardly awake watching ICarly
before the police arrive on the scene-
i'll take a sh*t in your nice toilet, just to prove that even when under pressure the shit I drop is quiet marvelous
you better fight your hardest cause I strike with ordinance that hit the right coordinates

 

[jiraiya lives]

wtf? did some of my sh*t get get deleted

 

[halfmoonuzumaki]

Team Pancakes



you claiming and bitchin’ how Team Omega is an Hierarchy
when I’m the one driving this show cause I got the car keys while yo ass is in the back seat
you can’t even handle Bright Shadow, and you’re saying you beat us both
hey guys, this bitch deserve a Grammy, for being the Nigga Failing the Most
for trolling the most, cause to us rappers you’re a joke cause yo fan bench aint even vote for you in the poll
fixed yo bitch some eggs and pancakes and laid this sausage on her plate
and for her drink she swallowed my jizz and she loved the after taste
and yeah, you’re my father, that’s probably why I’m a son of a bitch
we niggas drinking dat Vodka while he’s still stirring his Nesquik
call me the Omega slayer, yo team the next Greek letter on ma head list
ya’ll omega niggas steady talking shit but got nothing to back it up with cause ya’ll don’t know the death risk
and yeah I’m a pawdawan, surpass yo ass like I’m Anakin Skywalker
Yo girl said she loved my “web slinger” she calls me Peter Parker
you can shake and pour me but at the end I’m still a Pancake
and compared to Team Pancake your team is second rate
you’re a waste of space, rapping shit ma lil brother could make, i don’t need a Zip-Lock Bag to seal this nigga faith
Im dropping the garbage that you were spitting me at onto your head
cause like a nursery rhyme I gotta put this fake ass nigga to bed
and you’re right , Team Omega is running this royale.....running away from the royale
but this aint school so sorry, you can’t be Saved by the Bell
so while you’re tryna diminish theses niggas moral I’m devastating there lives which is why there cutting themselves with knives
damn, that would explain the cuts on you arms and veins cause you want a real MC like me to give you attention but you’re getting pain
and I’m not dropping song bro, it was a punchline with yo dumbass
and the only time you’ll be with ten dude looking down at my moms is in your dreams
you couldn’t dream about anything else but 10 guys, that’ll explain why you got gay niggas on yo team
what’s a wicked style to a verse that I spit cause shit get twisted when these niggas hear it
and you’re a Man of God, then I’m the God of Man, yo ass tryna kick dirt but you’re in that box kicking sand
and how can I fall out the closet when I’m the nigga that pulled yo ass out
this nigga speaking words of bitches so I don’t understand what you talkin’ about
And I’m afraid of you bro, so you can say I’m homophobic
yo favorite word in the dictionary is the word dik
you came with no intent to harm when I came with intent to murder
leave this man bleedin’ and throw his body parts down the gutter
talkin’ about imposters when I pulled the sheets to show you’re a fake
here’s some advice, stfu and sit down, for your parents honor sake
and everything coming from your mouth is the equivalent to shit while I’m spitting sick shit that is contagious and could be an epidemic if i keep rapping like this
you’re forcing me to eat shit, sorry, can’t hear you with all that shit in yo mouth
the chances of your team winning is as good as you winning the finals, no doubt
and you might wanna look up was rich rhymes mean cause you’re talking shit so make it seem you knew what it meant without the help of yo team
you need some self-esteem, cause all I see is fire but no steam
this man is a wanna be Sonic but can’t even catch a ring
and yeah I’m pissing on the rappers beneath me so better get an umbrella
and ma flow is so chilly these niggas in Chicago gotta wear a sweater
and I murdered yo team which would explain why they aint post in a while, look at the evidence bitch, you’re in denial, people look at me like I’m a paedophile cause I’m fuking up this child
yo ass is like a flight with no Visa, Martin without Gena, Wiz without Khalifa, magic with no believa’s
you’re dropping tons on an elevator, I push the top floor and rise yo shit
In the rules I should have put, “this thread is not for Halfmoon bitch.”
You’re better off being a ghost and vanish cause bitch
no one give a shit for what you gotta say
I asked Google is there any rappers who could beat NarutAwesome
and it’s still aint find results to this day

Team Omega:

I cant handle Bright Shadow? I would say that i slaughterd 'im,
Prolly said some shit that emotionally bothered 'im.
Prolly gonna try to come back with a repetitive hymm,
But no need to worry cause this aint about him,
So keep his name out ya mouth, dont try to use him to beat me,
Cause it seems from the way you Harlem Shakin', that your ass is a little lazy,
That you be munchin on them doughnuts, all sugary and glazey,
Cause i saw that thread you made, you said youd bring a bear,
And I'd Fat Albert belly flopped it, just so you aware.
You a geeky ass Keenan, but you cant act for shit,
You 'sposed to ignore the camera, your fat ass grinned at it.
You stared that shit down, like it was a piece of cake,
Beatin this chubby motherf*cker? Man that shits on lock; a f*ckin piece of cake.
No B*tch will ever touch you, f*ck forever alone, yo ass is foverer masturbate.
You come at me with generic shit, reworkin jokes i used before,
Life followin up some breakfast with splooge, Said that to Priest, I coulda Swore.
Then you confirmed im your daddy, then tried to deny it a second later,
Couldnt handle that momma's loose? Son, that p*ussy's a crater.
Go on, go call your brother, cause I think it's long over due,
For this father to smack the f*ckin shit outta you.
For lettin yo ass, get so fat thats its startlin,
Charles, its time to diet boy, yo ass i be starvin.
And i notice the only bitch wit you is a ginger, with a lovin for cheese cakes,
If that fat white b*tch who you rappin bout, son you a disgrace.
And i go an call your team garbage, and you go and say it back to me,
Remember son, immitation = flattery.
As a matter of fact, it = straight lack of thee,
Basic elements required in order to flip it,
You sposed to turn it around, not say the same shit that i did.
And the n*ggas on my team just needa nod they heads from the back,
While your team tried to ride my d*ck like they could attack,
And i f*ckin knocked him back, made mud out ya Kazakage,
Treated him like Madara, if you ask, he aint okay.
I said i had intent to maim murder and cause dread,
Then you acted like a mirror, said the same shit i said,
It would seem to me, that ive discovered a little pattern by peepin the tarot,
It would appear that all you can do is just repeat me; call you parrot.
And i do not know if i could have said it any simpler,
Me and a Man of God, share nothing that is similar.
I f*ckin bring chaos, im the cause of global dread,
Id kill a man for fun, I'd f*ckin chop off his head,
Then id crawl in his bed, and rape his f*ckin wife until that b*tches p*ssy bled.
Im the darkest motherf*cker you ever see to f*ckin touch a mic,
Guaranteed Knight Of Hell, soon as I step into the afterlife.
You'll never f*ckin outrap me, you cant even come close,
Its like im a combination of Jack The Ripper and Shakespeare's ghost,
Manifested in the flesh, with a love for bloodlust and poetic clarity,
A writer like me, findin one be a rarity.
Cause i get better and better, every time that i spit.
Ive got a vast wealth of knowledge, I can handle all your shit.
Call yourself an epidemic after i called my flow Sars,
Damn im just seein more of me in each of your bars,
Shit in my mouth, yeah already said that to you...
Man, is any of the shit you sayin comin from you?
I mean, ive noticed Naru call you out on line jackin as well,
Why is it that you cant come up wit ya own, mat-er-i-ell?
Cause all im seeing from you, is pure pale imitation,
And shit like that, will really flop ya reputation.

 

[NarutAwesome]

Team Omega:

I cant handle Bright Shadow? I would say that i slaughterd 'im,
Prolly said some shit that emotionally bothered 'im.
Prolly gonna try to come back with a repetitive hymm,
But no need to worry cause this aint about him,
So keep his name out ya mouth, dont try to use him to beat me,
Cause it seems from the way you Harlem Shakin', that your ass is a little lazy,
That you be munchin on them doughnuts, all sugary and glazey,
Cause i saw that thread you made, you said youd bring a bear,
And I'd Fat Albert belly flopped it, just so you aware.
You a geeky ass Keenan, but you cant act for shit,
You 'sposed to ignore the camera, your fat ass grinned at it.
You stared that shit down, like it was a piece of cake,
Beatin this chubby motherf*cker? Man that shits on lock; a f*ckin piece of cake.
No B*tch will ever touch you, f*ck forever alone, yo ass is foverer masturbate.
You come at me with generic shit, reworkin jokes i used before,
Life followin up some breakfast with splooge, Said that to Priest, I coulda Swore.
Then you confirmed im your daddy, then tried to deny it a second later,
Couldnt handle that momma's loose? Son, that p*ussy's a crater.
Go on, go call your brother, cause I think it's long over due,
For this father to smack the f*ckin shit outta you.
For lettin yo ass, get so fat thats its startlin,
Charles, its time to diet boy, yo ass i be starvin.
And i notice the only bitch wit you is a ginger, with a lovin for cheese cakes,
If that fat white b*tch who you rappin bout, son you a disgrace.
And i go an call your team garbage, and you go and say it back to me,
Remember son, immitation = flattery.
As a matter of fact, it = straight lack of thee,
Basic elements required in order to flip it,
You sposed to turn it around, not say the same shit that i did.
And the n*ggas on my team just needa nod they heads from the back,
While your team tried to ride my d*ck like they could attack,
And i f*ckin knocked him back, made mud out ya Kazakage,
Treated him like Madara, if you ask, he aint okay.
I said i had intent to maim murder and cause dread,
Then you acted like a mirror, said the same shit i said,
It would seem to me, that ive discovered a little pattern by peepin the tarot,
It would appear that all you can do is just repeat me; call you parrot.
And i do not know if i could have said it any simpler,
Me and a Man of God, share nothing that is similar.
I f*ckin bring chaos, im the cause of global dread,
Id kill a man for fun, I'd f*ckin chop off his head,
Then id crawl in his bed, and rape his f*ckin wife until that b*tches p*ssy bled.
Im the darkest motherf*cker you ever see to f*ckin touch a mic,
Guaranteed Knight Of Hell, soon as I step into the afterlife.
You'll never f*ckin outrap me, you cant even come close,
Its like im a combination of Jack The Ripper and Shakespeare's ghost,
Manifested in the flesh, with a love for bloodlust and poetic clarity,
A writer like me, findin one be a rarity.
Cause i get better and better, every time that i spit.
Ive got a vast wealth of knowledge, I can handle all your shit.
Call yourself an epidemic after i called my flow Sars,
Damn im just seein more of me in each of your bars,
Shit in my mouth, yeah already said that to you...
Man, is any of the shit you sayin comin from you?
I mean, ive noticed Naru call you out on line jackin as well,
Why is it that you cant come up wit ya own, mat-er-i-ell?
Cause all im seeing from you, is pure pale imitation,
And shit like that, will really flop ya reputation.

lol, i see what you're doing......i see...i see....you wanna die
it's weird how you called me Charles.....