("Diss Bars") Ill pass my ryhmes back atchu you like assist dimes trappin to a beat like you won this shit when im done with you count this loss in the standings your gonna wish you didnt, draw me randomly in a rap app on rap battleme you a fuckin fake bitch talking true counterfeits exposing the true slut you is because your walking right into a fucking hornets nest fucking stinging tripped up and barely talking walking dead limping into my kingdom contesting you manifest a plam to kill the king and my rhythm you use an egoism to personafi heroism but actually your the villian. satan pisses your slurred spit in your toilet you diss rap piss and talk shit keep up to my algorithm without having a brain aneurysm, anarchism heads spinning, performing a lapotamy determing the demon in the hippocampal exorcism activism casting my nasty ryhmes on top of my final line to expel the hippocampal with in, dirty heathen I spit so fucking wicked sick and my tounge cuts like a sling blade ask bilbo baggins maybe he will trade you his sting blade mang im not an orge or an orc ill porage you my words, eat ya with a fork. your the rap baby and im the stork. the rap robbinhood you know im good, stealing the battle time, prime ryhme one at a time taking line by line with rhythm and timing committed the combinely ryhmely crime combining assigning rhyming to each and every line sang mang feeling confident robbing this battle like you knew I could warned you I knew I would in the unlikely hood that you withstood gather some logs for the party piled firewood in the "shape of a TP" "burned your bones to ashes" left with the fate of the minnesota TC, dispose of your white trash ass brown tombstone rotting the grass. "with rap class ashes signed to stone battle surpasses. you no skin N bone Lukeplatia wins the battle by a landslide im the shit...flow so good the taste of the bass the music my tounge makes to my hearing buds producing the frequency astounding to the ears. showing so good blow you out the door your not work, your a poor mans chore dead ass on okashimas shore radiation irtiration whore washed ashore found now on the way to the morgue put a fork into you, your battle run is done "I do my dishes I vacuum my floor I beat you in my rap battle my only Chore" your mom got her wishes sucked my cock and more im not your dad just your rap daddy foster care imma give you the full rundown have your head thumping tounge mumling this isnt the old west put your guns on the ground you canine cocksucker show up at my battleme round, take your ground hog back, winter isnt leaving yet take your shit down dog this wont be a test be killed or to the pound you go at best im the judge in this battleme showdown your a goon, ok finish this outside the saloon at high noon wakka wakka white boy you insane enjoy the flakka flakka burning a hole through your membrane