Rap battle thread.

I don't like your face, I don't like your ears,
I'm gonna insert onions 'til your testicles make tears.

Potential good thread, I like what you're saying
Unfortunately I ain't got skillz to be playin.

My eyes are brown and so are my shoes
and so is my table and so are my poos.

What you looking at? Dopey looking kid,
Saddle angles wrong 'n you can't even fucking skid.

^^

Don't think you got the concept of this rap battle thread
I take you beat ass brown shoes and bust 'em on yo momma's head

Momma sleeps in a big brown bed
She reads watches the news then rests her head.

You overvalue your opinion like you overvalue houses,
I'm gon' shorten all your trousers 'n stain the fronts of your blouses.

Spaghetti, spaghetti, spaghetti
Spaghetti, spaghetti, moms spaghetti.

Brown is the colour that helps me think
It's also the colour of the water that collects underneath the kitchen sink.

What shitty thing to do rhyming valued with prelude,
it's like you're trying to rap after dropping 20 quaalude.

What makes me unique is my brown blood
I can't help but speak cause it bleeds in floods.

Songs off the radio I be taping,
Over my windows, curtains be draping

Snotty you're mad but this thread is hilarious,
bullshit like this makes me call you dillarious

Haberdashery rhymes,plumbing new lows,
Basildon water making your processes slow...

If all this thread
Is going to be
Rubbish rhyming couplets,
I'm out again and unsubscribed
Before you can say 'muppets'.

Why the fuck, bring in serious sexual assault?
if this thread goes to shit it's your's and Jeez's fault.
Rubbish rhyming couplets is all I can do,
Well, not completely true I could try a haiku.

^Rep'd

The rules allow no deviation,
every post must be in rhyme.
A button to honor every post with reputation,
would save me alot of time.

Well now i'll flow with ease,
doin this doin that
flavors rollin off my tongue,
suckas always on my back
cause im phat
built like a mac always ready to attack
serving triple doubles but im always laid back
I flip not a flop, drop it like it's hot
when i regulate the scene, yo they call me RoboCop
Loco like my grip, do you wanna see some guac?
it ain't tricking if you got it Homey i won't stop
Check it, i came to wreck it
Blame it on the West cause i Fucken Represent it

skrtluv, schmurtluv I'll fuck you in da ass,
its clear you brother, aint got no class.

itisaboutbouthebike forgot the primary rap principle
props is only given when yo stanzas are invincible

Skrtluv you're like just Perkin Warbeck
You're not the king you and you've never had sex.

Check all that shit that come out of yo mouths
You're so out of date you be drinkin at Souths.

and so badly dressed in yo bright flouro vests
and bib shorts and helmets like drinkers at Wests

And if I could think of a word that be rhyming with 'Norths'
this line would end in a word other than 'Norths'