Clowndoggers? I wasn't aware you were five,
So go cast aside your clothes and get ready to dive,
Into a sea of white to swim with the real sharks,
Learn how to drown and be saved by your mothers ark,
Oh the solace you find as you guys get ready to sink,
So deep, so deep you go,
And where that hole ends,
Nobody knows.

oh, man why don't u go P/O/
I mean like what is going on here?/
u think that all that big man stuff/
is going to make me afraid/
well I don't think so buster/
I've been around the block a few times/
and I say what izizis/
when I b writin' rhymes/
so go ahead, and dance ur jig/
u little michelob goob/
i didn't know that u were/
such a guy who wasn't funny/
haha I guess I showed u/
who's the boss/
like tony danza/
so get out of my wicky face/
cuz I can scarcely stand u/
Peace out little moccasin bandit sexers!

U never came back/
so I guess I'm the king/
I'm really good at rap/
and I also can sing/
u can't touch this/
like I was MC Hammer/
u try to come back/
and you're only gonna stammer/
my skills are bigger/
than America's deficit/
and my stamina's unparalleled/
cuz I'm too Legit to Quit/

Your the worst rapper I ever saw
Around here I am law
Learn how to spell
your rap will never sell
go back to the play ground
I can see your ears bleed with my graceful sound
Your face is soo ugly use a mask
That won't work I can see it's a tough task
You will never be eminem
Your more like his wannabe brother skittles

good one..

I try:afro:

It's ain't about spelling
It's ain't about laws
It's 'bout dwelling
On the life and all it's flaws
My rhymes may be as weak
I couldn't really give a ****
this is really about teaching you techinique
Cause now you ****in' suck
and your prospects bleak
Lesson one: never reference eminem
Except for the hoes
No one feels Slim
Lesson two: Always discuss your blows
Life's blows, gigs blows, hoes blows
Should be what flows.
I'm out
I've had enough
You get what i'm about
You need to be tough
Not some nerdy ass loza



*I'm too white for this.

alright loser/
I sat thru ur snoozer/
u better call the cops/
cuz I'm a microphone abuser/
I've never been one to/
back down from a fight/
but I don't use them things/
I sit down and I write/
the plight ur in/
is unfortunate u see/
I played rope-a-dope/
but I'm really an MC/
I'm a loser baby/
so why don't u kill me?/
well I think I just did/
and the mess I left was filthy/

Alright tool guy
Why must you write....Why
This isn't a fight
I'm too far ahead i'm outta sight
cool your jets
all bets are off
All aboard the loser train
Before I hop on I'll remove this stain (Usedtoolguy)
your rhymes are lame
You are by far safe from the loosing fight
my rhymes are soo tight
You already lost.

lost? I'll accost that/
notion in a heartbeat/
u better check ur blood-sugar/
cuz my rhymes r so sweet/
I'm a vegetarian/
but I'll eat u like red meat/
u could push me off a building/
I'd still land on my feet/
this rap battling thing/
I should make it my profession/
Cuz I stay really cool/
when u resort to aggression/
U look like a fool/
and here comes a confession/
u won't find a weakness/
and that wraps up this session/