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Alliance Continued (Response to Intergalactic Kegger Crasher)

I give props to the Kegger Crasher, bring back the force,
unite against a common enemy, mistaken intercourse
left him deformed, missin the message, switch to Morse
I'll go Skywalker on his ass and torpedo the source
He writes lyrics on borrowed time, from borrowed lines
I left crop circles in his back yard, can't see the sign
Nature's Friend's been bit by one of man's best
leavin you feelin empty from the hollow points in your chest
I lay to rest any questions about the power of my sessions
keep your nose out of my shit and thoughts on your lessons
So why'd I keep stressin, lettin a newbie get in my head?
Now I'm fresh'n laughin at who's locked in my shed
I'm not worried about shuttin you up, I find it humorous
to let you keep ramblin, tryin to fight the bomb analysts
You still don't even rate with one rhyme you create
your mind just can't relate how bad you got it, but wait
the games not over, we've only just past the first quarter
I haven't even started shellin you yet, 100 mortars
coming at you, your CD collection as a whole gets demolished
so you can't jack more shit that M.C. Hammer done polished
with your "La la this", you make me laugh out loud
at your feeble attempts to pierce the powerful shroud
of two Shaolin level verbalist, Kings of the Mountain
you're not allowed a drop, let alone a sip from the fountain
of pugalistic poetry from which my lifeblood flows
Raplyrics admin out so quit cryin, blow your nose

Alliance to Purge the Dissonance (response to Nature's Friend)

Raplyrics concocted a plot to reallign,
Cause the rap-B-loggin cancer ain't benign,
New Dog 'n town is doin some howlin, So is nature's friend
But me 'n site host will expeditiously show them to the end
Your lines run slow like syrup too thick,
Vocabulary limited to "Bitch" "Mom" and "Dick"
Meanwhile Raplyrics will bamboozle you with his rhetoric,
Your monosyllabic cacophony is apt to make us sick
So we will team up and overthrow, grab a lap top, computer, not a ho.
Take some notes we'll expand what you know, bookies already rakin in dough
Takin the bets cause your reign won't be long
End ignominious, confused? try dictionary.com
Better not be placin bets yourself, or your money'll be gone
Better keep your gold on the shelf, so that you can pay Charon
Our rhymes internal on the page, eternal toe the line of oblivion
Better pray for reincarnation cause we're taking you back to square one.
"Catch me on the flipside" you better start callin
Pray Hades has a glove cause you gonna be fallin
It's too bad I'll hate to see you go, cause even though you're weak, life sucks in Limbo
Perhaps you'll land in Purgatory, your assignment to pen a lyrical story
One that rhymes without mention of phallic inhalation
That should keep you busy till you earn your damnation

Nature's Friend (Wicked Slap Response)

la la this, la la that,
if bullshit was edible your rap would make me fat,
nonsensical battle rapper you cant fuckin master that
Your lyrics are weak, lacking you see,
you need to take your ass back to third grade and stop suckin on your mommies tit-ie,
Factor this, my rhymes are hazardous and disasterous
So try to keep up, you wanna kepp up,don't sleep, learn to read,
Any fucking fool who tries to put their feet up gonna deal with my beat
But just in case you wanna try put your buck up
So I can see you cry when it's time,
look at you and tell you to shut the fuck up
You struck out, matter of fact, you didn't even bat
You came to the plate and fell on your face flat
So please look at these rhymes as a lecture, a lessoned learned,
when bitches like you come out to play,
you gonna get burned,

Wicked Slap Track (Response to Gimp)

I find your ass in contempt, your rhymes overly spent
ya think your Cash Money Model but ya aint close to 50 cent
pay your rent with your day job, don't quit that shit
save up for for medical bills, to recoup from my hit
Mortal Kombat, bring that uppercut power style
leave you spiked out, bleeding, while the crowd cheers, smile
running ear to ear, what's that in your head you hear?
You must think you got rhymes, to my eye brings a tear
I feel sorry for niggaz like you who cant take two words
end em up together for a single god damn verse
you put two and two together and still come up empty
I do the math for millions and hit the spotlight with envy
don't be hatin what a playa be playin or what i'm sayin
try to do your thing, but stick to a game you know is payin
not humiliatin, like your published word on the BLOG
ya like to talk about dick suckin, I got a hog
but you touch it, you die, you put the homo in homicide
im up for running fags like you over with my 4-by ride

To the Gimp wanna Be Rapper here's a rip.

On this BLOG Anything goes(goes)/
I rock platinum on that ass(ass)/
Rollin hard in my roles(roles)/
Who the fuck wanna battle rap with me(me)/
Believe me you don't have a chance, just wait you'll see(see)/
I come down like God pissed off passin judgment on thee(thee)/
Enough to make Thou piss your pants(pants)/
Thou thee, Fuck this, your retraded ass don't even understand, comprehend or see me(me)/
Like an old building on a no name street I'll demolish that ass all for free(free)/
Cause you aint nuttin but a punk bitch and this shit comes easy (easy)/

This is about to be the hunter and the hunted you see/
Redundance of crazy rhymes will drive you mute and cause incontinence you see/
Have some actacids bitch/
Causin that Ass to choke on my Lyrics/
Aww Hurt your Tummy?/
You like to talk shit but your rhymes aint shit to me/
If my raps were a dick, you'd be suckin on me/
So I'm done now with your gangsta style lyrics/
Im am blow up this bitch/
My flow's is deeper than 2001 leagues under the sea/
Your's ain't nothin but an old kind of elementary/
Suffering disbelief?/
Well just step then, you and I are about to beef/
Flows richer than butter, so fuckin stupid I feel sorry for your mother/
Punch harder than Evander with brass knuckles/
Scratch your ass out like steel wool on etch-a-sketch/
Ain't even testin' me yet and I already got you wrecked/
Spit enough fire to swallow your ass in half maybe 2/3 a breath/
Leave you tainted like you can't speak (rhyme deficiency)/
I spit proficient and sufficient enough for any efficiency/
Catch that? Basically what I said was that this is a no-vote/
I'll be waiting on the other line waiting for your ass to choke/


On this BLOG Anything goes(goes)/
I rock platinum on that ass(ass)/
Rollin hard in my roles(roles)/
Who the fuck wanna battle rap with me(me)/
Believe me you don't have a chance, just wait you'll see(see)/
I come down like God pissed off passin judgment on thee(thee)/
Enough to make Thou piss your pants(pants)/
Thou thee, Fuck this, your retraded ass don't even understand, comprehend or see me(me)/
Like an old building on a no name street I'll demolish that ass all for free(free)/
Cause you aint nuttin but a punk bitch and this shit comes easy (easy)/

New Dog in Town Response to Intergalactic Kegger Crasher

you bitch ass mutha fuckers gettin word,
betta yet a sniff that the creater of this site is a big fuckin turd,
How we play this ?what you gonna do,
put your trust in me I will see it through,
flush that motha fucka literally and poetically to,
go ahead bitch step to the plate,
I'll bust that ass and take your wife on a date,
my blood runs cold,
your poor ass lyrics are gettin old,
back the fuck up, sit that ass down,
there is a new head motha fucka in town,
thats right it's me I walk with a limp,
some punks may even call me a gimp,
thats all right though cause like you their shit lacks what counts,
step back this dogs about to pounce,
I can write like this all day,
but whats the point you gotta ask your wife if you can come out to play,
la la la deddle dee dee,
Next time you wanna grab a mic, grab a dick,
cause a cocksucking bitch is all you are to me.
PEACE!

Intergalactic Kegger Crasher Response to Rap 5

Rap five, buzzin like a beehive, cause you struggling to survive
Cause it aint got no sting, hurtin like a pageboy to a gay king
Walkin around bent over, but not from payin homage,
Had some inside damage, and it aint to your cartilage
Why you talkin bout bitches, verbal twitches cause yo tongue itches
Would bring you closer to hittin those ditches
Im takin the rhymes in a new direction, better use protection
Dont need no scalpel for this vivisection
You aint dining with lector cause he dont eat soy
Hes eating the verbose meat that makes him a real boy.
Put down your pen fool it aint a toy, I see your ploy Live large and annoy!
But I aint worried Im just laughin, waiting for something real to happen.
Your skin is so white, remove the shirt ignite the night
Like that punk named Powder, tomato-free clam chowder
Which ends up kinda yellow, sickly not bright like jello
An aimless quest like the search for the Yello Dello.
Man you make Homestar look like Frank Sinatra
Your rhymes is basic like Pong, Im playin Contra
Smooth like Long Island? Not your vocal styling, got me reviling
Words stacking up like the Poopsmith piling
While yo last line Ill admit was kinda clever,
To get there you better be from never-never
39 lines, incredibly juvenile, somehow makes you age all the while
Feel like a 400-year-old crocodile sinkin in the Nile
All antiquated and cursed by the time ya got to Stan
I must be emancipated from your hearse Mr. Gravediggaman
Your rhyme id so slow it makes me grow old, grew some mold
Blew, not like the cheese, makes me sneeze like I got a cold
So I do you in, though I be takin just 30,
Three-quarter the lines yet ten times as dirty.

Rap 5

Raptastic, my comedy antics border slapstick
unload a wad in you mouth, you love my chapstick
Plastic bag over your head, leave you for dead
or arrested, like who's the one fingered you Fred?
Ask me where my crazy shit come from, you run from
anything you can't understand, one conundrum
after another, shot you with my semi-auto verb
catch you goin commercial, kick to the curb
is it the superb stylin, flows down soft like Long Islands
then come at you, eyes buggin, superman, i'm flyin
silence of the lambs, cuts by the director
pipeline to the soul, dine on your thoughts with Lecter
Inspector, no gadget, just a tool that's unstoppable
the Big Foot crushin ya Gravedigga, tractor pull
fully locked and loaded, my words are bein quoted
at this very moment, souls floated by guns toted
promoted out of misery but not the lap of luxury
Opie still got no pie from my Aunt Bee, James Dean,
Bruce Springsteen, don't see the boss wit all the bling bling
while the bees sting, landin all my boys in singh-Singh
14 carets on your finger, dont care you took it but you slapped her
hidin out from the T-Rex, forget about my raptors
up for capture, the call went out and all the squads reportin
we don't bother with courts, turn ya self in, ya sufferin
6 million ways, ya eyes like doughnut glaze,
rats in a concrete maze, lookin round for bills to pay
convinced bitches they are always needy, put em to work
running 12 hour shifts for some high school jerk
mommas feet hurt, coming home but only barely
sendin prayers to the gods, god help me, hail mary
and pump my fist at my heart, why you wanna start
up my reign of terror, you serve only a part
in this play, all the worlds a stage, I'm a player
no more fire on my shield, Dirk the Daring Dragon Slayer
adds another layer, chain mail, resistin ya cuts
Full game style, long ball down to the putts
euthenasia, clearing the streets of the rap mutts
Flip the finger to your moms and then give it to the sluts
Range Rover ride through the countryside, escape
drop the evidence off the bridge like Stan with this tape

Rap 4

Yo...ya'll have heard of your daily bread...
this is some shit on the real... Daily dread....yo...

In early days when my peoples was meeting early graves
and I was just a little punk fuck stuck in a daze
I tried to stare up at the clouds, find a million ways
to get in on this shit, the white rap craze
but the only way is if it pays, but now i got older
spits rhymes in spare times, my girl, what i told her
is this shit is lighting up the spot, like Mr. Spock
Vulcan death grip your neck faster than a phaser shot
and Tupac may be dead, lord let him be resurrected
and cleanse the rap game's pallet, step up, and protect it
from the new world order, weak minded verb splitters
recording fat turds, straight out of the shitters
and gutters of humanity, my dawgz are you feelin me?
Theres a new sheriff in town, one without a labotomy
come to the trough and get fed by my words, enlightened
by sacred scrolls handed down, pugilism reigns, the frightened
will be left behind blinded by my blast, final flash
end of the world, oracles even grubbing for cash
but we will be left standing, these times are demanding
the strong will rise up and put the sceptre in my hand and
the sun shines again, for all my dawgz, all my friends
and the world is reborn till we cleanse shit again

Rap 3

Another five year old missing, seen it on the news
Makes me take a step back, my mind reels - i'm confused
There's a three second spot about it and then they choose
to run a ten minute news flash on Nike's newest shoes
and how your local convenience store can't sell booze
to some homeless guy who just found out he's getting sued
It's ridiculous, I picture this scene every day
Kids disappearin some one bitchin about take home pay
and everyone says the world's endin, coming up quick
a little evil in us all, its the lesser ones we try to pick
It's sick, I think about families - they used to be thick
and now most wouldn't save blood from a fatal kick
It's like the whole worlds goin under, don't feel the pain
content to go to sleep at night, wake and do it all again
and its the same damn thing, it happens over and over
sittin around just wondering if the apocalypse is closer

Everyones quick to talk shit to me about religion
makes me wonder if God gets even a chuckle, just wishin
people would pay attention more to the lifes at hand
instead of putting fruit loops on trial cause Toucan Sam
used some magic in an ad to make the colors look brighter
when a kid cries herself to sleep at night because her
moms always gone pullin that one last trick, low bid,
and dads passed out at the girlfriends, hes addicted
to the drink, hes in a slump, only qualified to pump
gas at the shell, living in hell, diggin in the local dump
with his friend from way back, dropped out the high school
cant afford a place to stay so sleeps behind the public pool
lookin for a handout, a hand up, something to leave the streets
pan handling down in indy, rejection, everyone he meets
does the same damn thing, it happens over and over
he sits around just wondering if apocalypse is closer