You vs The Person Above

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Originally Posted by NiceChristina

Come on, dude! Beating me black and blue?
You'd probably won't like what I'M gonna do to you!
Mess with Brine and me, and you'll be seeing stars!
You may be a good rapper, but you'll never get far!
I still have flawless victories under my belt
While your losing streaks will still be left high upon the shelves!
Why don't you go back to your "beautiful world" and hide!
This is my rap roller coaster and you must be 54 inches tall to ride!

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News flash: No one wants to get on your coaster,
When Chris raps, we're all waiting for the ride to be over.
A crowd gathers and gawks when I spit gold bars,
When you and Brine show up, I sure ain't seeing STARS.
You're a moon, at BEST. You just reflect my greatness,
I just look better and better the more I beat you. Face it!
You're racin' for the finish line I reached last year,
I rock rap rifles, dishing disses from my bandolier!
I dare you to show me a single time that you've won,
I've fought 99 battles and never lost one!

You may have fought 99 battles, but it's the 100th that you'll lose.
Like people always say in the past, losers can't choose.
Your line of verbal abuse just doesn't phase me.
You don't even have the slightest gut to even face me!
You're just another lousy rapper that just wants to hate me!
You'll forever be known as a wanna-be Slim Shady!
I'm a musical genius who knows every artist and song titles!
You're just another renegade in your own mind who's in denial!

I'll admit that you're good but you've stayed here too long
A wanna-be Slim Shady? More like you gonna-be gone
A musical genius? Well, no one's interest is captured
You sing like you're auditioning for Jurassic Park as a Raptor
Because it raptured my eardrums, so let's cut this bitch out
Like she's the unwanted noise that Dubstep chooses to flout
I'm a musical technician, and a master of sound
You'll get enough hate to bury you Six Feet Under-ground
So overall it's clear to us you're nothing but treble
So take off the autotune and get up on my level!

Flame, take a high five for dropping the hurt on Chris,
I hate to do this, but the rules state I must dis!
I'll keep it crisp and concise, Ren rhymes swift in the night,
Then he breaks bitches spines at the sight of the first light!
(Snap!)
Next is the afternoon:
Death ahead, my friend? I insist, after you!
Let me auto tune you out, I don't wanna hear you shout,
You've seen me crush a lout before, and I'll do the same now!
If Chris is a raptor, you must be the Rex of T
Big head, rhymes with no reach, but still think you're a king!
Allow me to be a hunk of space, hurtling toward these dweebs
Smack dab on these fiends, now officially extinct!

Tag teaming on me, eh? Well, don't mind if I do!
Two douchebags trying to knock me down? You two are a fluke!
Let's start with you, Flame boy, you think your rhymes are hot?
Well, to tell you the truth, I think not!
A Jurassic Park movie must've been your inspiration.
Since you like dinosaurs, go and take a vacation!
Dinosaurs will love to have you.....just for dinner!
Once they eat you alive, I'll come out the winner!
And Renegade, are you still flapping your lips?
I was just thinking, did I really sign up for this?
I think I already know what the problem is,
You lousy rhymes are just as thin as a bunch of toothpicks!
You both are stupid, and you're dumb!
Keep this up and I'll leave you both going numb!
I'll deliver two dweebs like a string of Little Cesar's
Wait, I forgot, I don't deliver to geeksters!

Well, this just turned into an interesting 3-way
So I'll diss you both with a very equal leeway
Let's start with Chris: I recognise some of those rhymes
From Adam Vs Eve, looks like you stole them, right?
Of course dinos love me, my verses are that tasty
Yours on the other hand are nothing but waste-y
Now onto Renegade, who can't figure out what autotune is
You boast about your talents but you don't even know this?!?
It's not for stopping people shouting, but improving their singing
And with that in mind, explain to me again how YOU'RE winning?
Call me a T-Rex, I eat rappers like you two for fun
So cross me again, I'll beat you both in 4 lines, done.
I'm the best rapping pyro in the thread, no, the forum! Yes!
I'll leave you bent double like in Dulce et Decorum est!

It's called wordplay, Flame, as in tuning you out,
You wanna play the rap game? You better figure what you're talkin' bout!
I keep it sleek and smooth, your style couldn't be drier,
You're such a stupid pyro, you lit your own closet on fire!
It's burning higher but you're still too dumb to come out,
It's raining rhymes on my side, your mouth is stuck in a drought!
How am I winning, Flame? It's simple, really,
You could've battled a herd of cattle, and you'd still be sent reeling!
You're just as predictable as the first time we faced,
It's batter up, I'll bash a chump and send him into outer space!

I may be predictable, but at least I'm not stuck-up
Like this bitching deluded elvish psycho madman fuck-up
What are you trying to prove, wasting everyone's time?
Send me to space and I'll rain hate like your so-called "rhymes"
I'll burn more than just my closet to prove I'm the best
You should give up and watch me carve "Rap God" on my chest
You can't win! It's like I'm battling a stubborn 5 year old
Can't see the errors of his ways until he's been properly told
So I'll be honest: You're a dick licking shit who can't spit Jack
My advice? Get out of my domain and DON'T COME BACK!

Wanna talk period poetry bitch? Let's do this then!
To the Warmongers who try stepping to Hench,
I'm The Redeemer, putting The Writing on the Wall!
Ring a passing-bell to match the pallor of your pall!
Cause I'm spitting an Anthem for Doomed Youth
And through these stanzas you learn the truth!
Like, you suck, and I'm leaving your corpse in Flanders Fields
Till your girl blow poppies by shotting that opium!
I'm Sending-Off your wack flows, they don't deserve a podium!
I spit as an act of wilful defiance against you bitches!
Your callous complacence causes Suicide in the Trenches!
You're a Dead-Beat and your style has long died out!
But if I'm spitting about The Sentry, a poem that was wrote
Last century, then anyone who sends for me
Dies as cattle, and my rhyme's rattle rapidly
When they patter out hasty orisons like Wilfried Owen's poetry!

Look at this pretender tying to claim the throne I sit in
With bullshit claims in every single line that he's spittin'
Are you shittin' me? And you claim to be a rap god?
The awful façade's not fooling me, you crap sod
Through your stanzas, I've learned the truth: you're terrible at this
Your style's more erratic than verses written by NiceChris
To you, this is a war, but to me, this is a game
And I won't stop winning until I've crossed out your name.
So go, tell everyone to come here and try to fight me
I'll take on anyone, if you think I'm lying, then bite me.