messenger

okay , give me a week and ill set up a new topic in here for it, been at it alot lately so give me a few days to chill and ill set it up, how many bars u want ?

very true. the embaressment alone should keep him away, just makes me realy angry thoe, as someone who loves music and loves writing its realy wound me up. ur right thoe. ive calmed down a bit now, intialy i was fuming.

i figured u out when i writ this to u .here take it again. enjoy u cheat. im from the fucking school of we dont give a fuck, middle fingers up, ive got a bullet with daniels carved into it so listen up, u spitting shit a little bitch ur spitings bit out of lirics from other shit but it still isnt worthy u dont deserve me its out now dont worry hurry messengers figured it out now worry i aint fucking worried bout this weak spitten u pre written ill keep giving u free edjucation not too edjucate but too keep u hating

thank you shawn. didnt realise mate. i knew it. daniels u have stolen other peoples lirics. u have descraced urself, i would rather loose trying my best than to copy someone elses piece. u are pathetic, dont show ur liric biting ass on here anymore, i cannot believe someone could go that low, how u can even claim to be a emcee is a joke. i beat u 2-1 on votes anyway, u cheating mug. use my fucking lirics and ill have ur ass in court u prick. dude surely for this he should be banned. surely. i dont mean to sound harsh but this infuriates me. people like daniels make me never wanna post on any websites, because u dont know where its gonna end up. people like him are making the web a shiter place for websites like beatking surely. this has to result in a ban

i trust knowone, love nothing, feel lost , souls stolen , ive gone fuck it, how do i rise again and stand on my feet, can i keep starving, atleast my son can eat, keep smiling dont let them know, inside broken but outsides the show, and im so cold, can never seem to feel the warmth again, should i just give up maybe sniff some fucking coke again, hope the end is closer, hope they let frozen in, im opening another bottle, i got too, and ill ask for forgiveness tomorrow,

if u would like i will post up some clear disstinctions between the two styles there so far apart its very clear to see, surely im not the only one too notice, daniels struggles to rhyme words longer than 5 letters and 2 cylibals normaly, look at the piece then reread and review his other pieces ull see

i have been partying hard this weekend thats why i havent replied sooner, i am 100 percent sure that those bars arnt urs or were written by some else for u, the reason i am sure is everything uve layed so far has been farely poor in my opinion, the contents been rubbish and the style is poor, u ryhme in a style i call 1 line rhyme .where u ryhme at the end of the sentance and thats it, my favourite style is 2 ryhme line where u ryhme twice in the middle and at the end, now if u were at a stage in ur writing where u had the ability to use the 2 line rhyme style u wouldnt switch to the shitter more amauter style, this isnt a snap decission i have gone through all ur bars with a fine tooth combe, in terms of everything previous uv writ ide rate u 2 out of ten. and the last spit was a 7 out of ten, the writing style and the content is way diffrent too, i am sure that peice is not urs, although i could still out write and destroy those bars, i think uv cheated and should be dissqualified, theres no way u can go from shit too being okay, just like that and the diffrence between how weak everything u normaly do is to how that last piece was makes me sure u didnt write it,

ur like a anoying dog that wont stop barking, u are not worthy of my best bars, i dont rate u, i think ur shit, leave ur nursery rhymes at home ,

fuck the voting if u as a emcee or lyricist cant see or acept uve lost ur indenial, come on here and laying bars over other peoples battles aint on, ur shit and ive prooved it, now shut up, case closed over,

let me roll the rizla paper, we straight thugs, deliver haters to the same faker school they uset too, whos schooled, well u fool, let me introduce u too my new tool, rhyming is where we from, fuck griming we strong, we belong to where those bad dreams come from, u want some well u got it, we abolish and demolsish the disshonest, im from the fucking school of we dont give a fuck, middle fingers up, ive got a bullet with daniels carved into it so listen up, u spitting shit a little bitch ur spiting bit out of lirics from other shit but it still isnt worthy u dont deserve me its out now dont worry hurry messengers figured it out now worry i aint fucking worried bout this weak spitten u pre written ill keep giving u free edjucation not too edjucate but too keep u hating take it in , shit scribble this down u in the presence of the riddler now, try and figure it out, true rapping true talent but u acting yes u havent,

keep voting peeps. lol like that spit u just layed is gonna help in any way, sit down shut up. u aint even got a vote. and this battles over kid. i droped that little spit pisst up last night and its still better than anything u have ever created,

okay im gone touch a rhyme frenzy u pretend to be the end of me my friend u see im sicker than ur average flow grows quicker than ur average slicker than ur average, ur bitch she gone have this, i quess im spittting in ur face ask ur bitch how my seamen gonna taste i tried to go easy on ya, sleezy of ya to touch this, is if a bitch gonna touch this so what this , fisty cuffs or u gone spit rough bitch, why does a kid step to men why does a bitch try to pretend, welcome my friend to the valley of giants we aint violent we just shut u up and hear silence, if u planing to hit back then atleast make ur bitch trap hit back wit something worth hitting back,

Say hello to the future of music, Goodbye to the deluded, disillusioned and stupid, You did not wanna meddle with me, Cause being mellow just isn’t me, Say hi to the fellow that delivers rap simplicity. Lyrically swallow a punch, As I follow a hunch, Cause tomorrow for lunch, im eating the alphabet from A to Z, But ill start with j and b, and end with k and c, Keep up your jealousy, hope u enjoy hating me, But you’ll never have what it takes to be, King of this rapping, You been waiting a thousand years for it to happen, But your acting, so play your role, stick to plot, But my scenes up next called the bitch got shot, And this is not a tit for tat spit, This is the nail in the coffin of a shit spitting bitch, And u aint stopping this, im ever lasting. And this is the clever crafting, of a word professor, The words and the wisdom I give them, each verse gets better, The letters I shred together will leave u dreading sleep like u was heath ledger, My verses explode as I expose the next hoe to get choked, Leave u wit a broken nose, in a comatose from a verbal overdose, Battles over closed, Cause your throwing blows, that are too weak to touch me, It must be ugly living life as a wanna be thug g, Messenger vs. Daniels, Shit it’s a lesson for ya can u handle, The essence of hip hop, Is the messenger and that’s its stop, This is not a battle that’s even, so heres your answer Ur a pussy and im destroying u like cervical cancer, U can barely put a sentence together, U barely make sense so im sentencing get a, home tutor to help ya, With your dyslexia, Im gonna get dude as in cool to put the tools to work, And add a new section in the site for girls, So u can keep your bitch spits to your self, occasionally ill pop in and rewrite your rhymes myself Just to give u some help, In your verse u say u run the grime scene, If that’s the case the future of grime music is frightening, Ur writing, is quite dim, u might bring the typical content, But your lyrics aint honest, your full of shit, I’m sick of fucking schooling pricks, And this is bar 44 but I don’t give a fuck ill keep spiting 40 more, I don’t need to write half then take a break for a day, I aint that way, freestyle means freestyle players play, U aint hardcore, u aint even hard your a whore, U started a war, knowing youde loose why the fuck did u choose to start it for, So say hello to the future of music, And goodbye to the deluded, disillusioned and stupid, Let the voting commence,

yeah. this is how u should of went about battling, not laying bars over previous battles.

okay this is ur shot after this battle i dont want u runing ur mouth or laying bars over any of my shit again, The Rules. rule 1 50 bars ( that dosnt mean write ur shit out in one confusing block like u normarly do, it means 50 lines no more no less,) rule 2 best of 3 votes wins. ( voting will be for rhyming talent vocab and diversity ). Mods or an Admin will vote in the event of a tie rule 3 all insults remain personel either directed to me or u, no mothers familys or girlfriends brought into it. rule 4 ur the challenger so u lay first.

let me introduce you too a crushed nation, poverty and frustration, is why i clutch the mic to try and touch or save them, people feeling comfort in music, cuase theres no comfort in a goverment that abuses them uses them, these useless men, we paying taxes too truthless men, i say meet me in the ring well see whos toothless then, knowone gives a fuck about the lower class not in this town, the country bends over and takes in the ass from gordon brown, so im fucking standing on 10 downing street, with a microphone and a million lost souls as a track beat, im launching an assault on everyone with money, who can walk past children on the streets with empty tummys, were all falling into the system, its ballshit they feed u dont listen, u see my mum was a single mother, she use to get 30 pounds a week to feed me my sister and brother, now tell me how the fuck can u do that ?. im sitting down eating cheap crap, gordon brown i didnt know u could get a duck as big as that, hows the champagne tasting, well take a break and let me introduce u to a crushed nation, unemployment rising, teenage pregnancy rising homeless rising crime rising taxes rising food prices rising and your wages still rising, how the fuck can u sleep at night, i quess warm and comfy with a cuddle from ur wife, i sleep with one eye open and a pillow over a knife, let me introduce u to a crushed nation, no ambition no expectations, so u should expect hating, cause u have neglected ur position, failed a nation, failed in the decisions uve made, single poor mothers stand up, homeless people put ur whisky bottles and hands up, qualified jobless people stand up, cause im representing a crushed nation, lost love this is the frustrations of a lost thug, ( unfinished )

clinton i dont know what the fuck this guys on lol, maybe a homeless crackhead wit a libriary pass whos been using there pc, either way spitings weak, realy weak.

u can keep droping over my shit all day long, but its clear u dont have much skill or talent, i appreciate a challenge and dont like to be negative towards anyones writing but since your gonna keep being fucking mouthy im gonna tell u the truth. you are shit in terms of a writer rapper and emcee, your writing skills grammer and spelling is pathetic u barely make sense it dosnt flow atall i have to stop and reread every couple of lines. its a joke, in terms of challenging me u way out of ur league, keep practicing come back in about 100 years, u are not worthy nor is your bars worthy of a reply, and why u came on here and launched a attack on me i dont know, but its as good as suicide,

listen son i think u need some direction, its crazy for u too spend ur life expecting rejection, u wining , the chances are slim, heres a tip for u dont get involved in battles u cant win, i will pass the mic but the only people runing, is the crowd when u open your mouth and say something, why dont u try rhyming a word with more than one cylibal, u silly fool, u a bitch jump the fuck off my dick, if u wanna step up to a bruiser make sure ur lirics are packing a punch, cause right now ur a looser that im chewing up and having for lunch, u in the studios merking, yeah right, its u the studios deserting a dead mic, im including u in my future too, a song all about shooting u, called disillusioned pussys 2, i noticed in ur profile ur favourite artists chipmunk, why dont u join him why dont u both cut ur wrists up, just get the fuck off my nuts, just keep ur bitch trap shut, u aint no king on a thrown, just save those bitch spits for when ur sitting alone at home, u aint known nor will u ever be, attacking me aint clever see, cause u will never be on the same rictor scale, of these criptic tales, this is the wishing well so throw ur coin, wish for some skill little boy, ur too comercial too common, ive seen a thousand of u and ur still at the bottom of the list where has it gotten u fucking with this, this is talent delivered to u, i could spend a thousand years and never give this to you, u couldnt learn this even if u was determined, i feed the sermin, u a jew im the german, i aint through u a serpant, a snake in the grass, take ur teeth out my ass, next time u wanna step at me, bring better weaponry, dont bring nursery rhymes to a deadly emcee, hows that nob in ur fist, how does it feel taking a dick from oliver twist, yeah any rhymes u can spit i can spit better, and all that shit uve writ ive writ better, infact ive shit better, i can sense ur mouths now closing, i can sense ur trousers are soaking, think before that mouth starts opening and writing shit, cause i aint even started fucking writing yet.

quoate, one two one two bruv I disperse fire on every verse, your fucking guaranteed to get burnt, your sticking out like a sore thumb, but so is your mum, LSD now Charlie, now sensy don’t be silly smoking the rifa like bob marly, bruv go and get your jacket, why you looking away is it cause u cant hack it, or is it cause I got talent and you know you lack it, I spit on the mic, and get every one on the hype, that’s why your goanna come back at me, like Maggie, maloan don’t get me twisted I’m no actor, but when it come to my bars I’m like the Xfactor, firstly i think ur cheeky as fuck not only comenting on a previous battle but also stepping in to a waiting battle if u realy wanted to battle u should of just added a new topic requesting to battle me. i spell checked and changed the layout of your spit just so i could understand it more, youve layed 14 bars ill match with 14 first to 5 votes wins. I know u aint no actor, after that verse i know u aint no rapper, one two bruv i disperse fire, who the fuck u think u are didnt vanilla ice retire. yeah i think ude be good on xfactor, giving simon cowl head and sex after, listen daniel, dont fuck around with shit u cant handle, consider your verse dissmantled, your lucky im even giving u a shot, your lucky your still living after that dribble u just droped, ill slit your fucking throat verbally, u a fucking joke and u know your hoe has hearde of me, this is verbal murder virtualy, so sit ur bitch ass down ur weak spits aint fucking hurting me. let the voting comence. next time daniel challenge properly,

i liked it. nice lirics, u seem to be getting better too, keep it up

u lay first.

im up for a battle. lets say 16bars first to three votes wins.

ill stand the test of time, cause baby im the best of rhyme, infest ur mind, check ur lines cause baby im sniffing mine, the spittings fine, forgot my name now called mr rhyme, shit its time for bed, but im grinding yeah, finding red, knuckles are still driping, find u dead, fuck ill this is skill spiting, its almost 4am and im drunk as fuck, so i apoligise if my rhymings fuckt, but i grew up in a fucked up situation, the situations shit so lets switch the station, lifes a bitch and the bitch is waiting, to bite a chunk out ur ass, i flunked out of class, cause instead of a lunch bag i was packing grass, and stacking cash in the school of the broken dreams, out spoken teens, we sold coke and tings, opening the doors to the darkside, the hardlife, but we play it like a art right, so paint a picture, ill paint it wit ya, see we aint that diffrent, its a thin line between love and hate, and this thug will wait, hey look dad see how many drugs i take, is u proud of ur little soldier, i wish u was dead and ur life was over, see im spiting this shit while drinking stupidly, stupid me, drinking this whisky like its the liam i uset to be, so whats the use of me, shit ill keep spiting til my last breath, the cash has left, but i still got the alphabet, just give me a word ill rhyme it 5 times on the spot, turn it into 5 lines that rhyme into each slot, see each plot or each thought that im thinking, has got these fucking weak emcees tripping, but im kicking the fuck out of bitches and fakers, fuck the riches hate the game not the players,