This is my inner rap battle between street champ EminAsian, and Professor of Rhymeologie Albert Rhymestein.
Who Wins? You Decide
Lyrics:
So this is a Rap between 2 inner mes,
I know i can't rap so don't hate on me please,
One side's a geek and the othter side's just mad
The ladies like neither, but its not so bad!?
Albert Rhymestein, ya'll better remember that name,
I can't rap, but i drink tea at the top of my game,
My flows are so smooth, its like i'm rappin with silk
If you rap against me, just hide under yo quilts
Eminasian's the name, & my rappin is flawless
Ma sexist blows about yo melons, could leave Godzilla jawless
I may be yellow, slit eyed and 3ft tall
But these arn't the reasons i got bullied at school
I went to the doctor, he diagnosed
I got the rappititis, from ma head to my toes
I don't feel unwell, but now my lyrics are sick
So im rappin all day, lookin like a big,,, twit?
Na Listen up Foo, ain't gonna say this twice,
No ladies be droolin, if your always this nice
Just cosy your grandmas a tool, doesn't mean to say
Your rhyme's will be good, everyone knows that your gay
Hold up there bro, i got one thing to say
You forgot my degree, in rhyme-olo-jay
You'd better be playin when your dissin my gran
Shes the man, strawberry flan, beat you hand to hand.
I'm decked out, i got more dough than a baker
Watch your back, unless,,, bamb! See ya later
Get more booty than pirate jack sparrow
Shootin down huneys with my cupids arrow
Your face is lamer than a sheep with no legs
My rhymes are more explosive, they're like a powder keg
Here's a joke, its you! And the punchline's your cred
This rap battle's over,,, your dead
Snoore, im sorry, what were you talkin about?
Am i trippin, or were you just claiming a knock out?
Your rhymes are like colours, they don't wash with me
Cos i'm white, & like Rambo i don't die easily
When your braggin bout hoes, im solvin equations
Thinkin up stratergies to help the poor third world nations
Unlike a park bench, man you couldn't support your family
That ice on your wrist will melt, then you won't talk so loudly.
I got more smarts than a suit
Bustin these sick rhymes to boot, who gives a hoot, if you ever raise a roof,
Who rules the roost, with his ultra lyrics loose,
its gotta be me, any idiot could deduce.
Thats A Rap
haha that was pretty good
kungfu4zn 3 years ago 10
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cobydoggydog 3 years ago 9