Battle me

[cnote]

Son u shuda let bren hadle this now im gonna smoke u like my muthafuckin cannibus im the games analyst u wanna freestyle well im boutta damage it i get money n well im the only one to manage it im a fuckin scandalist u just a fan in this i no that im the shit u just a fuckin can of piss..and u talkin bout fees...please...ya girl give me the payment if not ya hole fam unda tha pavement im not the one to play wit u and bren make a good couple cuz use always on some gay shit g's is wut i stay wit u under the ground wile im gettin high inside my spaceship ya raps like food nd frankly i don wanna taste it...u a lame who im quick to burry got u worried cuz my brain like a dictionary my words paint pictures an bitch this aint pictionary have u dressed in a suit onli thing is u aint gettin married...bitch i move nations ya bitch in my army n da bed is where she station ..so stop the contimplatin dont change the conversation u got this g mistakin so take the confrontation u mad cuz before u move u gotta get my comfirmation if rappin is ya safe the double barrel is my combination this is round one come on son im tired of waitin.....lmao yo u betta go harder than wut u did i told yall off the top im crazy....i can give yall pointers n all just put my name out dere for me yo....i dont battle or do grimey shit no more yo im tryna start a new movement on my gospel tip....i can still hand out Ls tho yo u gotta admit it....holla back

[fallen_angel909]

fuck you think you can be all tough makin a movement plz u a fat ass who wish he could have peace well guess punkass bitch u aint doin shit my raps when their read minds are always blown so guess what im done cuz u wish u could pown ur a stupid ass bitch go on cry to your momma be a snitch i said it once and ill say it again cnote your career sounds just like ur moms dick is caught in ur throat i dont give a fuck what you say everyone here can agree that ur fuckin gay pop there it goes my gun up ur nose u can write i can give you that ur moms lard and ur fat yo bitch heres a pencil write an idea hire a crew i dont care just dont come back until something hits you

[cnote]

I aint rappin to u...u tried and shit keep tryin.....u sed u was done so its w.e round one was fun son 1...aanyone else down to rap???....if u like my raps and think i have potential lemme no wut u think....n we need judges!.....who won these battles n just b honest...thanks yo...

[fallen_angel909]

my raps are made from scratch your raps sound as if theyve been jacked u wanna battle me go on and try ill be rhyming so fast itll make your mouth dry because nothing compares the rhymes about to spit u just think of it as bull shit ha no need bitch cuz these rhymes will make you itch ill be snortin crack off your space ship why u ain there im the bomb cuz everyone knows youll be rapein a bear called ur mom ill pop a cap in your ass youll wish u didnt mess with me cuz im the future the present and even the past cant u see u talkin about g's what ive gotll hurt what u got u live in a pile of dirt the funny thing is u think i care thats it so hit me with your best shot if u dare cuz the thing is shit that hear from u make you sond like a homosexual jew and everything i rap to be honest is better than you ha cuz what u think is done isnt come on reply back i got a present round 1 yah sure its over but u aqint nothing compared to what isnt over

[cnote]

Im the one u cant get closed to bull i see that maybe i got u emotional qoten my lines y u wine n take it personal turnin out da lights an closin the curtains too dont wan people to see that cnote is merkin u my raps is just erkin u ....an b honestly i aint wanna answer cuz i got ur vision black like u starin at a panther my flows so sick they comparin it to cancer im rudolph of the pack u in bak call u prancer...im so cold n no theres no pandas tool at my waste yeah boy i got the hammas tangerine bullets and clips is bananas all it takes is on click and i pic u out like camras...u cant fuck wit me i snuff swiftly and buck quickly pull the razor out my mouth and give u a buck fifty ya chick lemme suck titties turned her ass out n now she down to fuck biddies...u keep replyin but i no its to hard to decide if i dont body u ull prolli comitt suicide i go solo u da type to need 2 ta ride scared little bitch tighten ya shoes and go run n hide....im done wit u....anyone else yo?

[cnote]

Son u needa listen to wut i say yo i dont play yo ill have my kids touch u like u a tube of playdough only way u make moves is if i say so i aint got nothin to prove so i move yayo been threw the storm so fuck a tornado. Yeah i move in da dark show my teeth wen i bark im in da street u at da park ill let bren karate chop ya body apart u shoulda stopped from the start get ya body chopped n ya guts is my art how is hip hop ded wen im the hart i got ya bitch in my bag bout to put her in the shoppin cart...so this is the endin i c u good at actin but this aint prtendin im the start of the game u been doin nuttin but benchin ...so just play it cool oc or ill grab the wrench out da toolbox and leave a tornado leakin like a pool oc ....i mean wut else u want dog??? I mean im official man i think of all this shit as im writin it....keep goin if u want i just dont see me gettin beat but im glad use keep goin ......holla bak

[fallen_angel909]

both of u just a couple of punk ass bitches who wishes they could rap/
the funny thing is u guys couple wanna bes that think they can do that/
you think i missed i havent even swung back/
u cock suckin bitches u both mad whack/
tornado, im the one tearin down ur house/
ur raps sound as if they got raped by a mouse/
this my game u played/
and u thought u had it made/
but u from the south/
thats three strikes ur out/
names fallen angel freestylin you bitches from angle/
when i rap u dont see it comin/
cuz u too buzy gettin baked in my dutch oven/
now that ive pown u hrd enough/
come on hit me back u aint tough/
cuz u a punk ass bitch who doesnt have the stuff/

[TORNADO]

i don't pay attention to ya'll, u know how much thats costin me?/
ya'll killed the whole vibe on this site, atrocity!/
you thought you gave your best but have really done awfully/
your chances went from slim to none, to not even possibly/
i'm runnin train on you niggaz even if my mind goes off track/
ya'll went balls out, turned ur nutsack into a small bag what the fuck do u call that!?/
Fallen Angel, well atleast he tried but he choked/
And I can't say CNote blows when he chose to deepthroat/
I could put prices on ur heads just to see who purchases/
ask anyone around they know this kid is merciless/
strangle you to death and forget what the purpose is/
burn your birth certificate so it's like you never exist/
i bet ya'll take Viagra and still can't stay up/
i am precisely what a champion is made of/
and if they cancelled this website it would probably save us/
from listenin to ur garbage, any other challengers cause they suck??

[cnote]

Y u bringin up fallin angel son we off that but u come at me son u way off track u needa fallback got the baseball bat that will leave ya skull cracked u a worker n i got boss stats ya chick in ya pants like where the fuck ya balls at she at my house im like my balls is where her jaws at send her back to u n u like yo where ya draws at n im like that at my crib layin next to where her braws at....see im phsyco i like hoes u wife hose my 380 at ya stomach look like im givin lipo u gotta light flow an mine so heavy took u three days to make that rap an u still aint ready see i been had the mack and i still aim steady ya games petty keep talkin ill have u in a box wit a cross look like u reppin chevy u just a food dude make ya body look like spaghetti ya bitch got my name tatted cuz she wanted to rep me i asked ya moms for a 3 way n she was quick to let me tornado ima blizzard n u aint no gretsky....this aint nuttin to me thats y i put u where i had u battle me its embarassing for u but id b glad to bring ya chick bring ya mom shit even ya dad too they see how i do u they freezin up like a statue u reply to this the website owners no its a bad move ya fams dont even no me and they hear that im bad news they told dont do it but im like i had to now u stuck in shit u fuckin bitch im buckin clips u duckin quick ya chick suckin dick n lovin it she throw it back im chuckin it u say i suck but ya chicks clit is wut im suckin kid remember wut i told u lil homie i aint the one u fuckin wit...ya raps is dead n mines a culture well now that i got this off of my shoulder i walk away wit this win cuz this battles over!!!....look how much i wrote off the top...look at all my other freestyles.....yall aint fuckin wit me...hittin youube next month get my name heard yo...cnote...tell me wut yall thin

[branenh]

Bitches please, yall can't escape the truth
I'll blow yo fucking brains just like John Wilkes Booth
If rapping be a mystery, I'm tha dopest sleuth,
I knock your fuckin block off wit a knuckle to the tooth.
The story starts out wit a guy named cnote
livin on the farm, having sex wit a wee goat
I'mma seal the deal wit my lyrical freshness
Cnote listen up, get a dose of the bestness,
Cnote, you sound like a gobble gobble turkey,
I'mma roast you wit my lyrics till you look like beef jerky
you were fucked from the start, your fight's been long and hard,
but I still fucked your mom in the face till she looked and talked like a tard,
Holster all yo guns, they've been rendered ineffective,
like a chinese toy, I'll stamp yo ass defective,
you're inspector gadget,and I'mma real detective,
if you went to college, you'd take getting pounded in the ass as an elective
I hear your whiny ass insist you got a chance to win,
Lemme finish this bitch off wit an uppercut to the chin,
You need to stop wastin my time ho, thats a cardinal fuckin sin
I'd love to degrade you more but your mom just called me up for din din.