Let me change up my style, kids.

Missiles from the left and the right from right out of sight
You think you can rhyme or mc for that matter

MC'n aint for pussies or the simple minds
Commiting crimes on words your heavy decline

Scattering perfect words though out this rap
Killing massive herds that effect the whole map
Impossible, unstoppable, improbable abilities
Learning better rhymes withdrawing from history
Loving every moment of my predetermined victory
So, give up son, you're done, I've already won

Aerial Strikes from the sky, you're going to die
Ready for the MC master causing natural disasters
Eliminating all my enemies within the blink of an eye

Already, devastated, alleviated from your earthly bounds
Blasted from the future directed at the past
Oblisks of black resonating low decibel sounds
Vivid visions, valleys, incisions the decision is mine
Expelled from the game, forgotten is your name

You got nothing on me
Omega to Alpha
Underestimations have you beat

At every turn, I have you burned
Last place, right in your face
Living life disgraced at slow pace

Im a booty poppin swagga man
damn ham
dont even tri me
u know u gon die-y
so next time u an fite
just give me a ring
and we gon fite
dawg
get on my level
i rek yo face
and den i swear dat shit of yos
ovah my fireplace
because i treasure yo crap
and i hang up yo pride
so i can feed it to
my dried - dawg
das wot i sed
and u heard it fresh
next time u com nockin
ur gon walk out a mess

bitch

Come again?
You've failed the task at hand
Now I know where you stand
coming off as illiterate
I'm deliberate and considerate
You're just belligerent
Topped off with inconsiderate
No manners and your words were stammered
And I've just tried you on
and you're a couple of sizes short
You should have known that
Before you started your retort
I died just to be reincarnated
As Gandalf the White
I'm above your level, son
Grab the shovel and bury your name
Along with your so called fame
And you better treasure my shit
Because it's gold
So expensive and old
Priceless, it can't be sold
So hold onto it tight
Like my pride hung from the sky
I won't come a knocking
But from the outside
I'll blow your house down
And cook what's on the inside
Kneel before, I.

Yo, Bakugan you teenybopper
Knee high to a grasshopper
Don’t get loud, when speaking to a game stopper
Now its time… I cut you down to size like a wood chopper
See why you try to compete when you’re none competitive
I’ve asked people if your lines are tight…their response was negative
Between you and me it’s obvious my Sh*ts tighter
You couldn’t beat me is I was your f*ckin ghostwriter

Shhhh beware… The nightmare comes in the form of me…wearin formal wear
With a mind that’s not all there
So you need to say a prayer…As you wake up in intensive care
And get use to rollin around… in a f*ckin wheelchair
Cause you just got enrolled into my healthcare
See, it’s all part of the warfare…why you lookin at me with a blank stare?
I bring to bear my surface to air…cruise missiles…
To blow your balls off like you had a pair
You’re unaware of your welfare
As I use my hardware to F*ck you up beyond repair

I’m like that billionaire… just here to f*ck with a millionaire
And yes, I may overbear… but still would laugh denying you a breath of air
As your stare in despair claiming that it’s not fair
But, see it’s beautiful… so extraordinaire

I’m a five star, lone star
You’re like a used car, below par compared to my jaguar pace car
Your, sh*t… needs CPR
Cause I got my finger on the trigger of my death star
Spittin lines beyond bars and
Cuttin more tracks that railroad cars

My sh*ts fresher than if you tried to preserve a whole salad bar
In a F*ckin seal tight mason’s jar
My repertoire is all-star…and if you want to spar
I’ll leave you with a cracked skull and battle scar
Cause, you tried to keep pace… fell on your face and didn’t get far

KaylaPanda, kills at the battles in the rap game.

The error with his style is he rhymes the same thing 4times then moves on to another word and rhymes that one four times

Agreed, but he's the only one to actually put a smile on my face.
You have to be clever in this endeavor
Tie the lace, sow the seeds of doom, you need
that third eye foresight like the muthafuckin elites
Leave an evident trace of your name and style
Your words and grammar have to be wild
Twists and turns, it takes time to learn
The interwoven lines that travel forward and back in time
that slide left and right like the 8 directions
Of the samurai way, you see liltay?
You need to step up your game
You're style is a bit bleak and grey
You speak of this mighty skill
That I've yet to see
I think this one is speaks of his fantasies
What do you think guys?
Should he enter the ring with everything?
Send us through a maze of high paradigms
Leaving us in a haze?
Or do you think he has the ability
and vocabulary to get the deed done
My opinion in the subject of your rhyme schemes
You need to read
The dictionary is the key in poetry
Sharpen that tongue
and don't jump the gun

kayla, stop getting rap from google + bing ;o

I am so fucking confused its not even funny.
All you bitches should shut up while I make my money.
Your raps make no sense so I only made 4 verses
You all need to stop rapping and rehearse.

(Lol I got bored and didn't put any effort into this rap) :3

Kill yourself
Kill yourself

epic rhyme