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There Will Be Blood- ATS Rap Battle

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posted on Jan, 29 2018 @ 06:44 PM
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a reply to: tadaman

Dude say it don't spray it,
Your breath smell like animals decaying,
I look like I'm jamming but I'm only swaying to evade it,

And by the way its not a hammer,
Dummy,It's a gavel,
While you stutter and stammer,
I'm dropping anvils,

Your style is heinous,
Mine is contagious,
Just face it,
Your one dumb ignoramus,
Who slums near my bum,

Snatching crumbs from my anus...

Respectfully,
~ meathead




posted on Jan, 29 2018 @ 07:15 PM
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a reply to: Mike Stivic

This is frontier law. Here the judges get sledge hammers. Sheriffs carry AKs . The meter maids get katanas.

Its my law, I am the judge. Scum dread my voice activated barrels.

Its all on when I pull up. Some live to rue the day we ever battled.





edit on 1 29 2018 by tadaman because: (no reason given)



posted on Jan, 29 2018 @ 07:50 PM
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a reply to: tadaman

What is dead may never die,
And the ironborn never cry,
We take we do not sow,
When the wind fails to blow,
We drop sails and row,
Up and down the coast,
Each port a feast for the crows,
You've been warned now you know,
Head inland drop your hoe and go,


Before you get caught in the undertow...


Respectfully,
~ meathead



posted on Jan, 29 2018 @ 09:20 PM
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a reply to: tadaman

Tadaman's telling more lies thantheVatican,
In ablackedoutvan cuz he actedoutagain,
Tied up and gagged with a dirty rag I used to wipe my ass,
Inhaling from balloons I use to store up my passed gas,
The blue balloons are Mc-rib the blast from the past!

The judges hit the gong on your song so your out,

But you still wear thongs and steer dongs toward your mouth...



Respectfully,
~ meathead


edit on 29-1-2018 by Mike Stivic because: fixed stuff then more stuff



posted on Jan, 30 2018 @ 06:30 PM
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It's the seventh inning,
And the super villain,
is still winning,
Pinch hitting everything your pitching,
Scratching my nuts spitting,
Hell I'm grinning as I'm sinning,
fast balls got your head spinning,
I'm fitting my mitten in your misses kitten,
While Your still dizzy as the fat lady's singing,

Your the young blood I'm twice bitten,
Your wishing you didn't make the decision,
To volunteer for this mission,
Predator making precision,Internal incisions,
I see through you with my thermal vision..
I finished tinklin' ....

Now I'm deficatin' on your written...

Respectfully,
~ meathead


edit on 30-1-2018 by Mike Stivic because: the delusional revisionist cries out "I exist!"



posted on Jan, 30 2018 @ 09:08 PM
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a reply to: Mike Stivic

A savage massacre is about to be unleashed. Battle hymns, warriors marching, trampling over the enemy lying broken at my feet.

Enemies on their knees.

While I stand worthy of a seat. Disqualifying the whole table thats lacking in me .

Slam my fist, spill your drinks. Spit an evil fueled diss in your grill before I flip and toss the table at which you sit.

While youre girl was lap dancing, giving me body shots off of her curves with her ass clapping.

I took some cash out her ass to buy you some of the access to her shows that I catch. This way you always know whos balls your girl had last.

So every time you kiss her, it is I who will assist. With a taste on her lips of my taint and my dick.






edit on 1 30 2018 by tadaman because: (no reason given)



posted on Jan, 30 2018 @ 09:39 PM
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a reply to: tadaman


Look out!
Tad's off His meds having delusions,
he freaked out,
and broke out the institution,

I hear he's hold up in a crack den,
paying tranny prostitutes,
To dress up like my girl friend,
and pretend they arenotdudes,

I'd like to gather the whole thread,
for an intervention,
Try to drill it through his head,
we have the best intentions,
It's time to get back on the meds,
for his own protection,

his delusions of grandeur are starting to affect his perception...


Respectfully,
~ meathead


edit on 30-1-2018 by Mike Stivic because: format



posted on Jan, 30 2018 @ 10:25 PM
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a reply to: tadaman

Your t&c violations are no indication,
your rhymes are penetrating,
If any thing it shows a lack of imagination.
When You rely on profanity and degradation,

I'm old school,
this style passed down from the ancients,
Your just a bold fool,
who gets smashed and crashes out on the pavement,

Lyrical magician been steady spitting magic missiles,
While your hands sweaty when your spell fizzles,

My swords ready and willing to split your mullet down the middle and watch you wriggle,
Remo Williams still ducking the little whack bullets from your rap pistol..

Respectfully,
~ meathead


edit on 30-1-2018 by Mike Stivic because: I'll edit my edits come back and patch up my rhymes like a medic, I'm a snake like snape, Iseverus,

edit on 30-1-2018 by Mike Stivic because: screen shot my botched plots to over throw despots,My typos and bad grammar are immortalized by camera, my editing skills are a testament to my stamina, your talking on water...My ships ramming ya



posted on Jan, 31 2018 @ 05:42 AM
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a reply to: Mike Stivic

Time is up for the old head. String him up like a trophy for a den. Hang him high because he's dry and very dead.

Don't shoot between the eyes, aim between the shoulder blades. Don't ruin my pelted prize with holes my gun makes.

You are my future carpet that I plan to walk on. I got muddy boots to stomp stains, so here's a tide bomb.

Chew on that and get back to me when you're done. I have a box of kleenex that is next for your lunch.

This way your tears will be stuck right up your ass. Its there where they belong healing ya butthurt from the blast.


edit on 1 31 2018 by tadaman because: (no reason given)



posted on Jan, 31 2018 @ 06:59 PM
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a reply to: tadaman

Keep poking this bees nest,
and get kicked in the creme eggs,
I Break the spout off your tea set,
Don't pout here take a Kleenex,

Oh yeah ,Speaking of carpets,
your girl maybe a starving artist,
But she should really shave her armpits,
And maybe Just maybe clean up her tarpit,


Before the match you boast and brag,
Then you lose and get mad,
Screaming about boosters and lag,


Dude admit it your just bad....




Respectfully,
~ meathead










edit on 31-1-2018 by Mike Stivic because: if an edit happens on the internet and no-one sees it happen.....

edit on 31-1-2018 by Mike Stivic because: typos and stuff



posted on Feb, 2 2018 @ 05:29 PM
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It's only page ten,
And I got these grown men,
Retreating to dens,
Alone With their pens,
They break camp when I focus this lens ,
Leaving behind their lamps and tents,

This is my thread and you can't play,
I'm Arya stark and your all the Frey's,dismayed,
I got you All crying "calgon take me away from this fray!",
Fools I been counting down to this day,
You tools best bow down and pray,
Best believe,
Pools of blood pour out when I slay!

Respectfully,
~ meathead





edit on 2-2-2018 by Mike Stivic because: stuff



posted on Feb, 2 2018 @ 05:57 PM
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Black walder says hello,
Well not all of him,
Just his pinky finger and big toe,
But he was slim
He was a squirrelly bloke,
he was Hard to choke,
Yet seasoned well,
With herbs and smoke,
I bet you can't tell,
I cooked him whole,
In his own cloak,
Now I'm off to winterfel,
These little fingers ..

seek a new throat...

Respectfully,
~ meathead



posted on Feb, 2 2018 @ 07:20 PM
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a reply to: AugustusMasonicus


Gus, Tat, and DB,
We dont count Gunther so that makes three,
Three, illiterate idiots sitting in a tree,
Three insignificant Indians with no chief,
selling land for beads,
Three morons with special needs and nose bleeds,
Who can't see the forest for the trees,
Three blind mice looking for some cheese,
Now it's about time I take there leader to there knees...



Roll up one leg and piss on your story board,
The egg is the Eucharist split with a holy sword,
There will be no pity for you little lords,
Who hoard food belittle and starve the hordes,
You second hand Templars are still under the yoke of the black pope,
There is a fire down below being stoked,
and your sliding down the steep slope,
While I'm taking tokes,
And hope,
You realize this is just a joke...

/Hugs bro



Respectfully,
~ meathead


edit on 2-2-2018 by Mike Stivic because: baphomet made me edit the abyss while I circumnavigate the rift like Hiram abiff

edit on 2-2-2018 by Mike Stivic because: headed east consuming yeast and rye under a blue sky and at peace..Now hand me the tears of lyse

edit on 2-2-2018 by Mike Stivic because: you spring chickens don't know nothing about preparing fixin's

edit on 2-2-2018 by Mike Stivic because: (no reason given)



posted on Feb, 2 2018 @ 10:09 PM
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Entrusted you bustas to maintain in my absence
Flusty bunch of lame a$$es rapping on absinth
Phony prosthetic swinging feces slinging brutes;
I’m prophetic you pathetically pandering prostitutes
I came in swinging clean up, you can call me Mark McGwire
But no bleach, soap or antiseptic to clean up your sloppy mire
Who would step to the soiled plate after you just…. defecate
The ref called foul-- ejected, dejected, you stagger home late
Get rejected by your life mate, shut the door in your face
Suddenly feeling not-so-great
You log in to log a win but to your chagrin as you sit and spin
I’ve clocked miles
and miles ahead of you
I look back and grin.
Only one wordsmith to worship on ATS
Zos to murder all you mealy mouths fouly, in jest.





posted on Feb, 3 2018 @ 06:14 PM
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I decided to just be silly for a minute..

My gh rap.


----SPOILER WARNING----

(Lol)



I'm busy watching general hospital,
Nathan's dead and phaison is responsible,
Laura is off to Europe to help Spencer,
While Kevin is dissecting serial killers like Dexter,
Samantha is realizing she doesn't love drew,
Jason rejoined Sonny's crew,
And Anna has a new son out of the blue,
Maxi is crying boo hoo,
While nelle continues to have no clue,
Girl,
Michael will never be with you,
Carly knows your crazy and has proof,
As valentin remains aloof,
Did I mention ceasar died,
And franko continues to lie,
About pushing drew down the stairs as a child,
He hoped he'd die,
Alexis is running for mayor,
That means Ned doesn't have a prayer,
In persuading the surveyors,
Charles street Will stay classy,
But you can bet the mayor's race..
Will be nasty...

Rofl I thought I'd lighten the mood in here and give everyone an update to my favorite soap opera simultaneously.


Respectfully,
~ meathead

edit on 3-2-2018 by Mike Stivic because: I'm sorry I'm just not a days of our lives type of guy..

edit on 3-2-2018 by Mike Stivic because: added spoiler WARNING for all you people who fall into the" hip hop loving general hospital watchers " demographic....lol



posted on Feb, 4 2018 @ 12:31 AM
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a reply to: Mike Stivic

Ok ok... enough!!
of the funny stuff and fluff..
It's time to break out the riding crop and furry cuffs...




There will be blood?
All I see are misfires and duds,
I'm the patriot missile,
Your all number one scuds,
A bunch of Cows chewing cuds,
pigs wallowing in mud,
While I'm in the pub swilling suds,

Wild wild west? Let's be real..
You all failed the test,
Crawl out your nests and kneel..
I was proven the best,
And that was the deal...

You mealy worms squirm when I return,
You really think you deserve to set terms?
You can surrender or be dismembered,
Your Children killed or indentured,
It's the difference between Forgotten or remembered,
I'm The rotten ill tempered leopard,
plottin' and herding you sheep like a shepherd..
The professor giving lectures,
Accidentally Inspired burning embers,
But Professionally it's a career ender,
Your just Infatuated with your better..
I'm unchained and unfettered,

Sooooo...


Return to sender on your love letters,




Respectfully,
~ meathead
edit on 4-2-2018 by Mike Stivic because: wait...?... what.....??

edit on 4-2-2018 by Mike Stivic because: tada man, it's cool , I'm trying to let you down easy...



posted on Feb, 6 2018 @ 12:27 AM
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I wasn't born, I was poured out in a storm,
I took form, manifesting hoofs and horns,
You sheep get shorn you've been warned!

The sick and twisted pissed off misfit,
Brings grits and bisquick to the picnic,
Your just an addict looking for a quick fix,
Struggling for your tidbits,
Spending your last dollar on a quickpick,
I could nit pick your whack raps all day,
But I'd be billing millions in back pay,
The villains chilling till I Am-scray,

I know your catchin' feelin's but I can't stay.....



Respectfully,
~ meathead

edit on 6-2-2018 by Mike Stivic because: format



posted on Feb, 6 2018 @ 12:37 AM
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a reply to: Mike Stivic

That was fire.


edit on 2 6 2018 by tadaman because: (no reason given)



posted on Feb, 6 2018 @ 12:39 AM
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a reply to: tadaman

Yay!

Your back!

It was getting lonely in here..

And thanks bro!



Respectfully,
~meathead



posted on Feb, 6 2018 @ 12:48 AM
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a reply to: Mike Stivic

Honestly, I hit a wall.

I need my logical circuits at present. My artistic subroutines are in sleep mode.

I am brewing up some new lines. Dont you worry homie. I will be here to insult you and feel bad about it later soon enough...lol

Have a good one sir


edit on 2 6 2018 by tadaman because: (no reason given)



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