I stow away-
on Santa's sleigh
Crept behind him with a anesthetic vase
Spray him in the face
With a bottle of mace
"That's right, bitch!"
I'm running Christmas today!
I grab the controls and spin that ride around
got to get back and stash this shit back in my town
I hear police reindeer coming up behind me
I throw my lit bong out along with my weed
I get pulled over just over Washington DC
The reindeer go crazy
"That's right its me!"
I pull open my jacket reveling c4,
Blow this world to bits... ._.

Bwoop, bwoop
Bew, whew
Berr, Berr.
Stop!
This is the cops
What your driving
Turns out to be hot
Are you sweating there?
Boy, it's god damn winter
You seem to be guilty
Of something, but what?
Are your hairs on stand?
Or are you just*a regular sinner?
Filthy and foul living life half cut
Living life at the borders of bland
You should be afraid
As you should have ran
Just like the rest
What's up Xness you're messing
With the best the trend setter of
The muthafukkin thread and so
Who are you to take the mans
Ride as*I came in black and blue
Packing the golden badge
And the standard issued heat
Catching whack acting thugs and
So who knew that one way or another
That that them bitches couldn't
Duck me. It's more like they
Wanted to suck me out and dry
Rapping with a dick in their mouth
Acting like they're top shit tough
And straight hard but acting
Like they're straight dumb
Bottom of the barrel scum
Nothing but carpet crumbs
In this one man Christmas carol
Acappella rap thinking you can
Just come running and gunning
Like you've gone slums, but son
You're already done when I'm cumming
So step on my lawn and prepare
For a verbal war on wits and
Words turned cold based on
Mountains and stone I'll turn
Your bones into dust because
You made such a fuss taking
Santa's sleigh, I'll lay you out
So you best be afraid now, rat
Saint Nick will be wanting his
Shit back.

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You don't know who you're after
Disappear for a weak and go
Study your favorite rapper
What?*What was that?
Did you say Justin Beiber?
Cousin, you slang a form so bad
I'm not going to lie, I am quite
High, rap battling 5 foot tall rats
Who came verbally*broke and
Choked as they*thought they
Came bigger with a whack a style
They thought was
Master Splinter's and so what else
You got that you can deliver, kid

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Lushsmoke,
You don't know nothing about going with the flow
That's right, hell is shit now quit being a bitch!
You calling me a noob? Last time I checked smoke in the room just meant you're POO!
I know how to spar
Lush stop you're going too far
You don't deserve a star
Y U SO HIGH?!
Your name is a lie
Now back up and watch me make this bitch DIE!
I ain't fat
At least I can rap
Your bitching is sickin'!
You're a sad piece of shit
You just got bit
By the Devil telling you " Quit being a dick "!

im the lyrical demon who penis spits red hot semen
a I could destroy your whole team with a little nip from my teeth and I dont appreciate you frontin some stupid ass hype shit, saying lush is only good when he on some dumbass high shit. man he better then you wearing grandmas sweater. bitch you light ass a feather, toss you under the weather so yo ass can stay home hooked to a tight ass tether so you dont go off and snort some dangerous medical treasure. bith your flows are boring, trashy and look like there foriegn, made in china bitch, as a kid you got a toy and thought you were kinda rich, but then that shit broke down and you felt kinda sick, keep yo hands up off my china bitch and hand me fucking corwn bitch

One dimensional rappers
Still dull and full shit and
They say I'm light as a feather
But I'm still going hard lopping
Off heads, so just call me Shredder
You kids should have ran, but
Instead you held your stance
You think you can walk your talk
And run your tongue with the
Buck shot from a shot gun slug
As well as I with rhymes as complex
As mine? I slang on another level
Watching troubled scrubs get leveled
Into rubble from this lyrical treble

for once in my life I feel as though I have compitition
with simply written and hardly trippen lyrical editions
and you and your friends sitten spitten stupid visions
bout spending hard money with friends and bad bitches
Im not gettin mad riches, and probably never will
but im not sittin around poppin mollys and bad pills
Im just sittin on a comp typing rhymes that are mad trill
while you sitten on farmville with ground you cant till
and yet still, I kill the wack rappers who cant affords one meal
not to diss yall poorness or appeal, but forreal stop trying to fill the rap guild
now im done with this rap shit pull the curtains its overkill

You guys don't even have the ability to rap,
trying to rhyme and yet sounding like a twat,
your lyrics are crap, and so is your face,
maybe you should get a plastic surgery before the end of the day-
ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the party, the slaughter is ongoing,
and you are still looking all happy-
go buy a bughatti, because it's really fast,
but not as fast as me laying down verse of the Rap.

(aye, no hard feelings we are all having fun here)