NeoScorpion Wrote:
Next fucking Round please

KARATE Wrote:
ok here it goes.

Yo what up my names Karate,Im hear to destroy anybody.
I been rapping for a long time,Here to finally shine.
Whos this chump im up against? Neoscorpion,I hope he aint no protestant.
Im here to hurt your feelings and destroy your dreams,Just like Freddy Krueger does in Movie scenes.
I hope your not a child and can except defeat,Cause i hear your the weakest on the street.
My style is so raw,I'll leave you Awww.
This is only the beginnin,Im already winnin and you havent spoke at all.
So what can you say, that will put me in replay.
Shit dude i can do this all day.
Well my time is up,I gotta go.
This right here,this is my show.

Goodluck bro.

Scrybe Wrote:
"who was the last one? pick em out of a crowd , and check will blast em, fuckin with me, you held for ransom, dont ever come back, and i wont shine my gat, cuz in minuto, you bout to die in el segundo, you fuckin puto, frontin on the end but my friend, its soon though, faster than the last thought, in and out of your head, like your philosphys aint even caught, you tryin to teach the checa but im already taught, i arrived all lone, i survived on my own, i dont need no groans,pissing with moan, you tryin to tell whats right, but ima tell you whats wrong,you want me to still rhyme without my name known thats liek at a show, unplugging my microphone, thats like the checa snuffin you in a lighter tone, it aint happening, so stop wishin, if you hands folded checa break em 5 different positions

satans illusion be suicidally proven, 50,000 thousand a year, dont question if we losing, at any instution your rhyme left in confusion, your rhymes so wack, thats it amusing, like at a park, you getting lucky more than a shot in the dark, more like a shot through your heart, a rhyme you cant finsh is a rhyme you never start, leave it to checa, i take boring speeches, and turn them into exciting lectures, controlling hypothesis forever runnin your sector, flawless on the beat (pause) and checas nothing less than perfecta, that my connecta

dont let hells gate mix up your eternal fate, fall short before you live long, thinking that you crazy, you lucky you was thinkin at all, im never quiet, find me at smoking grooves causing riots, im the reason next year they didn't have it, getting more for your money? you fuckin bitch! you thinkin that confusion is funny? laughing at your self, fuck the cards you been dealt, ill royally flush you, off with your head, cuz nobody loves you, too late to say "checa i shoulda never ever had touched you"

the chickens head, laying in the sand, ho's like, "Bitch why you with my man" she like, " oh excuse me! i i didn't know he was yours, so dont try to confuse me" well damn ho's you already are so dont try and fool me, yo son, how think about guns? you thinkin that they silly but they really wired and the real entire shows we all lost up in a crossfire

another misconception that our depression led to our deception, to others impressing, making more of these motherfuckers takin the hardest lesson, in a matter of seconds jumping 10 foot fences, like bums running for pension, smoking my bud, easing my tension, make sure that my dome aint below none of the grassing, keep in fashion, where checa stay blasting, government conspirators like confusion assassins, take them out like subtraction, but dont get flipped up, by the wrong expansion, of life, live in a mansion, somethings fishy, somethings rancid, checa freeing the weed like im emmancing, proclaiming that after we drinkin and dancing

but you wake up in 3 days lying in a casket "

= owns you all for every round