Man, you talk gargantuan but you can't **** with me, you're about as entertaining as an S.T.D.
End me the soonest, damn you sound foolish, I'm Jutsu bitch and don't you forget it.
I'm poetic, prophetic and kinetic, your game is put to shame, man you're not the same when I am rhyming this way.
I'll bust your ass and break you legs, leave you out in nowhere to just sit and decay.
It's just not fair the way I have you today, the way that you seem to portray, makes you look gay, but that's obvious I don't even need to say when up against me you can't even play.
I leave the hoi polloi amazed, drop their asses fazed, makes them all crazed, putting them all in their graves.
I hope I left your ass empty, that will teach you to go up against me.


Edit: How far is this gonna go?

When the judges say who wins :D
Too lazy to make something atm, will do later biatch

Well I am waiting on your reply, before I can counter.

my rhymes are crimes, i'm too white to rap fight

or

my rythmic style poetry is a metaphorical criminal offence, my origin and colour of skin denies me the ability to engage in lyrical combat

Shit, I know how you feel bro I am whiter than snow, when I stand in the dark I look like I glow,

Quote from OGrilla

I'm far from the norm, been unique since I was born.
And braggin' on your skills is the subject of my scorn.
A rapper isn't mandated even if his fans made it
Necess-ary to insult or ask if this man's fated
To fall and crawl back home. Lyrics hit me in the dome,
Interrupting the flow, but you know the city of Rome
Wasn't built in a day or if it was they'd still say
You gotta take your time. It comes out better that way.
You're rushing and charging, while your ego's enlarg'ning.
A battle you fight with a white hermaphrodite barraging
This page with the rage of a human bacteriophage
Infecting the minds in due time of kids on Stickpage.
Little imps got no flow with drawings, text, or microphone.
This manly rod of anger shoved inside my own damn hole
Can get more done stashed inside my pussy not my ass
But I'll never have a child because this whole rap is trash.
When you read this you'll laugh, I hope not at my half
Assed lines or jokes, but that I tried to milk a calf
Out your nose or blowholes or wherever the milk goes
When you all take a drink and none of you swallows.
I'm getting tired you can tell. I'm sent to lyrical Hell.
So pass that shit and light it up. Hope we don't go to jail.

Definition of monotony: a disease of the wack
Mainly a catch among those who don't kick facts
Symptoms include loss of vision
of the situation they living in as they continue to to give in
To a lie of which their mind has designed while they try
To continue fronting like they're no stranger to the MC life
OGrilla, an example of a victim to this syndrome
As he allegedly pulls these lyrics off the top of his dome
For, ye, he walks through a valley of darkness trying to speak psalms
Not realizing the lack of contriving in his songs
Sounding like Michael J. Fox be writing his rhymes
As he continues to kick thoughts unorganized
OG, your style resembles the organism of which you speak
Microscopic in comparison to my flow so unique
I reinvent grammar while you still quiz on it in class
Your style's a promnight baby: it belongs in the trash

Quote from Gavel

I reinvent grammar while you still quiz on it in class
Your style's a promnight baby: it belongs in the trash

+10 respect, for tha lulz.
Ogrillaz quite good at this too, I think he would beat me pretty easily.

I don't claim fame. What I'm bringing' to this game
Is nothing new or unheard of, a dull murder: lame.
This victim will assure you a glimpse of her view,
To bring back what she's lost, a tree mossed. Curfew
Has come and gone, you're well behind, but won.
Death to those who speak truth and we lose. Run
When you see it come. Man I only have one gun.
Who would be afraid of a coward; unshowered son?
Lookin back to the past, when that girl was asked
If she'd be ready to die for one herb, absurd. Last
Thing on this Earth to hurt, she somehow heard
A mournful cry from a different bird, you sure? Word
Of a deadly kind, "Love." When she gazed above
A flock spelled out for her this time, a rhyme. "Shove
That foot back in your ass. Rename yourself to Spazz.
If you think of steppin up again, sup friend. Brass
Tacks that's me, clearin but you're hard of hearin.
A few minutes from now no breath, slow rest. Ceiling
Holding the rope and no, I wish but I don't know
That these lines though contrived, survived." So
She took her own life, it was but a mental strife
In her own head but not succeeding, bleeding. Hype.
Too much is not enough if you live and breathe the stuff
But a force of nature can adapt for, a rap whore. Tough
Shit when you try to spit, but take a dirty double hit
From a dedicated man of the seas and breeze. Quit.

Damn, man. I'm enjoying the hell out of this. What say we do one more round or do you wanna keep going til we can't? haha

Anyway, nice rhymes. I can't keep up with the pop culture and the flexible rhyme scheme. :C

I want you guys to go as far as you can, this is awesome. Pretty much edjucating me as to how this shit is really done.

Quote from OGrilla

I don't claim fame. What I'm bringing' to this game
Is nothing new or unheard of, a dull murder: lame.
This victim will assure you a glimpse of her view,
To bring back what she's lost, a tree mossed. Curfew
Has come and gone, you're well behind, but won.
Death to those who speak truth and we lose. Run
When you see it come. Man I only have one gun.
Who would be afraid of a coward; unshowered son?
Lookin back to the past, when that girl was asked
If she'd be ready to die for one herb, absurd. Last
Thing on this Earth to hurt, she somehow heard
A mournful cry from a different bird, you sure? Word
Of a deadly kind, "Love." When she gazed above
A flock spelled out for her this time, a rhyme. "Shove
That foot back in your ass. Rename yourself to Spazz.
If you think of steppin up again, sup friend. Brass
Tacks that's me, clearin but you're hard of hearin.
A few minutes from now no breath, slow rest. Ceiling
Holding the rope and no, I wish but I don't know
That these lines though contrived, survived." So
She took her own life, it was but a mental strife
In her own head but not succeeding, bleeding. Hype.
Too much is not enough if you live and breathe the stuff
But a force of nature can adapt for, a rap whore. Tough
Shit when you try to spit, but take a dirty double hit
From a dedicated man of the seas and breeze. Quit.

Damn, man. I'm enjoying the hell out of this. What say we do one more round or do you wanna keep going til we can't? haha

Anyway, nice rhymes. I can't keep up with the pop culture and the flexible rhyme scheme. :C

i'll go as far as possible. i'm feeling this, brah

and i gotta give you the same compliment, man. you're lyrics go really deep. kind of slug-like

I emit the force making your V6 vibrate six times
In fear, at the mention of my Dark Knight Tumbler powered rhymes
In comparison 'cause long after my youth has weared thin
My name will ring throughout this game similar to a NBA match-up's end
Or like an entity, from the grave, in need of an exorcist
'Cause my rhymes get inside you and mess with your intelligence
As you're trying to organize another pile of lines
to combat my battalion of similes and metaphoric rhymes
I sit back and laugh at your comedic attempts
You're Bernie Mac on the mic but I "ain't scared" yet
You're Aquafina style, I can see through your facade
As I rain down a force to rival the one you call God
This style is a New Era, it's "fitted" for my prowess
It will immortalize my name like it drank from a certain Fountain
You're just a clerical error in my hip-hop empire
So I'll backspace you with my rhymes from my files

Your mistake was in the uptake, tryin to make this earth quake
But can't. I was meant to break throughout this land, quicksand
In your hands a pair of monstrous rubber bands keeping the
Claws you use to fight this tied up. Wired up and high as ****
On this air and my God? Your flawed understanding oh Lawd
My patience with this topic, those ancients surely lost it and think
What you see when you die whether space or paradise
It's worthless to hope that this man above eloped with a man's
Wife and had a child you hope will save your life eternal, but
Wait, he said not to lust. So how the Hell am I to trust a ghost
Who most often brings war to tribes over trivial things and then
Changes his mind. Says hold up, stop, and rewind. I wanna
Take back all my crimes, so when this baby, (hope this rhymes)
Grows up and sees his powers, he'll be forced to stand for hours
On a hill in torture. But it will all be worth it to make certain and for sure
My promise was good and that cross made of dogwood stained
With the blood of my only begotten son was to wipe all the tears
From a couple thousand years of death and war, now forward
At the end of times, Revelations. Guess what? We find he was fakin.
This Lord and Savior wasn't born in a manger nor holy. He's
Not my God, so don't mistake me for a fake, G. Avel, unravel.

O.k I guess Ill make my first lyrical statement that made sense in this thread...
This is focused on Jutsu....Then Ill work on what's his face.

O.k
alright
you rap like your mom rough and heavy
But I laugh at the fact how Im swift and steady
with the my beats
That bring people to there feat
Now you see
my ryhmes gonna kill like man slaughter
Rushin water
From you head after hearin mah rhymes
Like new times....
Hmm
As a matter a fact
After readin yo ryhmes
I think there pretty wack. you try to stack little by little
kinda like an endless riddle
tryin to tell a story
you godda pull more out of your hat
You know your inventory.
you godda step up to bat
follow me alley cat
Youl learn how to pounce
how to catch...
Then youll learn how to rap.....

Err I guess this is o.k
Edit:
Wow ogrilla
That was awesome I liked the monster part :3

Quote from OGrilla

Your mistake was in the uptake, tryin to make this earth quake
But can't. I was meant to break throughout this land, quicksand
In your hands a pair of monstrous rubber bands keeping the
Claws you use to fight this tied up. Wired up and high as ****
On this air and my God? Your flawed understanding oh Lawd
My patience with this topic, those ancients surely lost it and think
What you see when you die whether space or paradise
It's worthless to hope that this man above eloped with a man's
Wife and had a child you hope will save your life eternal, but
Wait, he said not to lust. So how the Hell am I to trust a ghost
Who most often brings war to tribes over trivial things and then
Changes his mind. Says hold up, stop, and rewind. I wanna
Take back all my crimes, so when this baby, (hope this rhymes)
Grows up and sees his powers, he'll be forced to stand for hours
On a hill in torture. But it will all be worth it to make certain and for sure
My promise was good and that cross made of dogwood stained
With the blood of my only begotten son was to wipe all the tears
From a couple thousand years of death and war, now forward
At the end of times, Revelations. Guess what? We find he was fakin.
This Lord and Savior wasn't born in a manger nor holy. He's
Not my God, so don't mistake me for a fake, G. Avel, unravel.

You end your mantra by unravelling, man that's my beginning
You're earbuds in a pocket while a person is sitting
The sound resonating from you is tangled and twisted
To the point where over your very own words you're tripping
And a Savior you claim you are not in possession of?
Sit back while I save your stature with this correction from
He whom you bow down to; the lyrical Alpha and Omega
I start these battles and I subsequently end 'em
He said claim no false idols, so I'll hold to this doctrine
'Cause it's a fact I'm idolized by fakes; truly a godsend
I spit a straight baptismal to cleanse you of your sins
Because my rhymes shed light past predicaments
Was it a storm making a wiseman run to his ark?
Or was it my torrential flow that caused him to embark?
Continue to deny my superiority as followers come in droves
'Cause I'll strip you of all that you care for, similar to Job

Exactly why, did you want me to join this, abyssal?

So you can challange me and own me or sumthing? I can't freaking rap, I'm white!!

A master of disaster, destruction runnin right past your
Eyes. Vision blurrin as I'm turnin it upside down faster
Than you can adjust. And your world is now distrust.
What other horrors have I got in store? But you must
Hold onto this dream that whatever it may seem,
I'm really runnin out of lines. Now people you deem
To be worthy of worship. I've smelled better horse shit
And would rather a cup between two whores split.
Blood drippin on your toes, comin from your nose
Should be sittin in the high rise seats but no you chose
To battle with the wiry, yet stout and stocky rhyming king
Man I got an english, law, and animation house degree.
It shouldn't be surprising, but my talents they are rising
As I send these blocks of text across a new horizon.
Tried a few times before, but now I'm growing bored
Of the challenge, so try to make me bow again, Lord.
I'm sorry to say, but I'm here to take your points away
So Gavel, bring home one more verse and let it lay.