I play this game just like monopoly , cmon bitch i dare you to land on MY property
I may be be british but dont expect me to pass the crumpet, I'll wreck you with bass , the sound, i love it

DeakManiac Thought he had his big boy pants on googlin' "how to be a rap god"

Dont ask eminem just ask me , Im not far to fall from his family tree

5 lines and your getting killed , I shoulda warned you blood would be spilled.

You mother fuka claim you murder things
last time you had beef was when you went to burger king
I swat your punches outta here like we playing ball and I reject
I'm DISSobeying you because I show no respect
onesided ownage, this is a catastrophe
ima dog, this lil cat aint a match for me
My bars are too much, more on point then the hoods and the ku klux
You aint going no where, your career might aswell be stuck in between two trucks
this battle is over, if y'all voting prospect come back when your sober
Mothafukin tryhard, theres no way yo winnin

Now you both think your rap gods,
But you're nothing more than flipped cod.
I'm gonna tell it to Ya straight.
I am the one who decides your fate.
Dispute, you are on mute.
Your rhymes can't compare,
To Soulzzz he don't scare.
You both need to learn your place.
Now let the advisor show you all some hate.
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So now Im a disgrace?
Say it to my face.
Now you are right, this is a rap battle.
So why dont you go play with your rattle.
You wimp, you baby.
Now your raps are OK, just maybe.
But sit back on your seat,
Because this is a kindle feat.

Kindle, You think you can rap, Nah
Kindle your words are like turds, they do not effect me this rap is perfect
Now just walk away, not talk away with your stupid rhymes following your lines
You will not compare just go to solitaire to gain more care
An advisor, Huh there is no hate just a debate that I have clearly won
Ha rapping is what I'm made to do not debate with you and your crew
Go use your skeet, my rap is elite you cannot defeat!

I see you have stepped up your game.
So you think you got all the fame?
Well let me tell you, you wannabe rapper scum.
I can beat you with my left thumb.
Your bars are purdy,
but they sure as hell aint sturdy.
Come at me with all you got
So you can at least say you fought.

Your still trying wow.
Just accept the fact that you lost
I'm your boss, accept your loss
Stop trying, Stop wasting your time, you just commit a crime, Being a horrible rapper will not get you fame
I will never give up I wanna live the rapping life your rhymes are nice but not good enough
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You sound like you think you're a power ranger
More like a coward in danger,
Devoured by stranger
No candy but board games for the kid
Did not pass know , went directly to fail 's what he did
eight minutes to figure out how make it sound real
Fakin it with a dictionary on his lap to say how he feel
emotions are what he keeps Trying to conceal
Broken hearted and claims to play games
But I aim for the brains, so your games are retarted
Kid way even play
Children are cute but should come with a mute
Because of the dumb shit they say
You can morph into wind, Cuz I'll blow you away

You think you're so tough,behind your screen,
Let me bitch smack you, but not make a scene.
I never try my best,
And that's no lie.
Because either way, I'm still so fly.
Sit back and cry, dispute
Because I don't give a hoot.
You try to be strong
But you are wrong.
I've been working these bars,
All along.
Go ahead and shout,
But kindle is out.

Please , In fights you dont throw left and rights , you just left and sprinted right ,
Im a progidy , Its like an analogy
Spittin cold lyrics while you sit there fappin to skrillex
Kindlebob , get a job , you knob your a slob
Dispute I dont give a hoot Im a brute , your to cute , Take your raps and turn them to mute.

Your rhymes are bad
Fight me I make you mad
Go fuck your deadbeat dad
Go wear your shoulder pads
cuz I'm going to terrorise your common American Shads
My rhymes are featured on front door ads
unlike yours, your shit is featured on your dad's lads

Part two is here, get your mic ready
By the end of this battle, I'll leave you unsteady
go back to freddie
and give the candy
baked by a fatty
who loves to get nasty

Join up in this shit homie/
I'm the original OG/
Bow down and bring me my crown/
I'll turn that smirk of yours into a frown/
I dominate,don't you see the name?/
Quick fame,no shame,all of your rhymes are the same/
None of you can come back,just quit/
Suck my dick,flipped yo shit quick bitch