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There Will Be Blood- ATS Rap Battle

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posted on Apr, 1 2018 @ 09:08 PM
a reply to: Guardian10

Uh oh Uh oh, another victim for me
Crying about the world so delicately
Yeah lifes tough suck it up stop your stupid whining
It makes you a dull boy like that dude from The Shining.

Now I know what your thinking "man this guy is fast,
I just posted my crap and he is on my a**"
Thats right junior I'm the best that there is
I make Snoop dogg look like that cat in The Wiz

Nobody told me my freedoms being let go
But then again Im a man and not a complaining ho
Sure cambridge and facebook are keeping tabs on you
But Grambler learned to fly like the Fighters named Foo

Im above all the petty squabbles about left and right
Course thats cause I got all my privilege being a cis male and white.
So just one little warning before you try rapping on here
MC Gramblers one mofo you might want to stay clear
edit on 1-4-2018 by Grambler because: (no reason given)

posted on Apr, 1 2018 @ 10:48 PM
a reply to: Grambler

Fug' outta' here wit' dat'...
Your litter box piss and crap raps,
don't fly they splat when they fall flat,
Loose lips sink ships,
Like shanks stick finks,
Little kinks that become missing links,
Before you can blink,
So for get what you saw-skank,
Before you get shivved with my shawshank,
Ooh you embedded pics how photogenic,
Thats convenient since your verbal imagery is pathetic..

Listen to this old office clerk,
Thinkin' he's a cold blooded merc,
In the broom closet perfecting his twerk,
Fool you get paid to work,

Not sit in a circle and jerk..

~ meathead

posted on Apr, 1 2018 @ 10:52 PM
a reply to: Grambler

Happy Easter and April fools bro, I'm glad to see your back!

It's been dull, but I managed to keep the thread alive long enough for you and others to refind it...

Thanks again for the playground zozzi !

~ meathead

posted on Apr, 2 2018 @ 04:52 PM
a reply to: Grambler

Your tall tales pale,
In comparison,
Your rhymes are stale,
you've emptied your garrison,
Your Samwell Tarley,
cosplaying Harley Quinn,
And I'm Kit Harrington,
doing everything it takes to win,
Like a palm thrust to your double-chin,
Or a calm gust of my rectal wind,
What's wrong with you?
where do I begin?

Number one
your gum flapping is not rapping,
It's a disaster waiting to happen,
Like a cobbled contraption,
Your bald tires are gainin' no traction,
it ain't happenin',

Number two,
Citation is not needed,
This thread is evidence,
You couldn't win if you cheated,
Your relevance,
Is level ;"stay seated",
And your intelligence,
Well let's just say,It's a shame the way,
you've been treated,

Number three,
Your like a cat in a tree,
Or a whacked out junkie,
Scared to come down
Seeing demon clowns,
And evil monkeys,

Number four,
Your a bore, just a chore,
I have had to endure,
It's like I'm stuck on a plane and your the only brochure,
Your premise is faulty at its core,
Your basically a blemish that adds nothing more,
Than points to my score...
You've lost your allure mi amor,
My hips are bruised,

And your ass is sore ...

edit on 2-4-2018 by Mike Stivic because: all ways sumthin

posted on Apr, 3 2018 @ 10:11 PM
a reply to: Grambler

Bro it's been two days,
We know your stumped,
No matter what you say,
your a chump,
You need time to get pumped up?
Dumb fornicater,
Your bleeding unwiped rump,
Took its lumps and it's last dump,
How does it feel? Dead up?

To get burned by a thread bump....

posted on Apr, 5 2018 @ 09:03 PM
Just another thread bump,

There will be no "F's" or quarter given,
No debts or transgressions forgiven,
You fools who misconstrue,
And twist my jewels deserve derision,
I'm on a mission done swallowing my pride,
While you bottle your lies,
riding high, on your status,
Launching arrows like katniss,
Then act surprised when I "go to the mattresses",
Keep your baggage,it's not my burden to bare,
I don't care how hard you stare or glare,
Or how many skids mark your underwear,
To be clear I don't expect respect I earn it,
I'm learning yours is not worth it,
It was a stout bridge you were determined to burn it,
While I tried to preserve it in earnest,
Every sorry or apology more fuel for your furnace,
Every response subversive,
Better sooner then later for me to learn-this,lesson,
Your mental inventions and disturbing intentions,
Are in serious need,

Of psychiatric attention..

edit on 5-4-2018 by Mike Stivic because: always something

edit on 5-4-2018 by Mike Stivic because: things

posted on Apr, 16 2018 @ 08:02 PM
a reply to: Grambler

Grambler, come out and plaaaaeeaay..
Don't be afraaaaaeeeeiiaaad,

You cut and run for cover,
Like a coward who discovered,
His mother blames her lover,
For poking holes in the rubber..
Like a cow with no udders your useless,
And the truth is Your not clueless,
So I I'm glad to do this,
Bookem' Danno,
For hooking-in fishnet camo,
And hording ammo like Rambo,
I sport a kangol on my hambone,
An do the mango tango in my lambo',
I'm Hung like Sammo,
It's a hang-low,
While your mangrove is nano,
I'm done..

" go find your man, ho!"


posted on Apr, 19 2018 @ 09:33 PM
a reply to: Mike Stivic

Another thread bump for you chumps....

While y'all tit for tat and fight for scraps,
The fat cat sits back and claps,
You sorry saps get cut down and hauled off,
I scoff,
as I'm tossing molotov's from my loft,
At you bent over coughing sloths gone soft,
I'm old school,
Hymen Roth,
When I drain your trough,
You old fools,
scatter like moths,

These little insects can't handle these intense,
immense,present tense, cranial dents,
They're to dense,
An lack the common sense,to lament,
To broke to pay rent,drowning in debt,
They're spent,
This dog hunts when I catch a scent,
I don't relent,
I'm pitching concepts,

Your all pitching tents....


posted on Apr, 22 2018 @ 09:16 PM
droves of droll drones fold when I hold the microphone,
Trove's of bleached bones from those who sold souls on alter stones adorn my throne,
I repeat I wield a staff and a microphone,
To beat you riff raff and amplify your micro-moans,
I'm the homegrown organic verbal assassin,
Exceeding and surpassing,
Out running and outstanding
Any army your amassing,
I'm Out gunning and out damaging,
And still managing to come out on top,
I pull all the stops,boldly,
While you flop, drop, and roll,coldy

slowly into your fresh dug hole,moldy ...


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