Me vs. Friend

[murphmanny]

Me
Quags, you ain't Cabrera, you ain't even Mags,
Go hang with some fags, or people who clean toilets with rags,
Go study some math, 'cause that's the path you see,
Better take something you can pass, like English U/C,
And I know you agree, bitch, this is a breeze,
Like I'm flying thru the air in the alpine ski
So who is it? It must be just Krystin or Robyn,
Which one is it, that's got there fuckin head bobbin?
"Jeremy you're wrong", like most of your answers on a test,
I guess you weren't blessed when it came to the rest,
of the genes from your dad, but fuck it I'm glad
cause I got skill you wished that you had,
I just spit it the illest and make it look so fucking easy
You just can't resist it cause your rhymes are so cheesy

Him
Alex, you are so gay, your raps are horrible display
You probably failed at writing an essay
You say I like Robyn, but you obviously don’t know shit
You suck at rap, it is something you should acquit
This is a battle rap I aint getting hurt
How am I suppose to get beat by a white pervert

Me
I dropped the bomb on vietnam, killing better than that of Saddam?
I'ma time bomb, gonna blow like your pussy when you asked Tom to the prom.
Queen Quags is on the scene, and he's ready to drop a sixteen,
It'll take you all night to write, and you won't finish without caffeine.
I can't see you, you're a little molecule on the screen,
Almost invisible and unseen, like a German submarine.
You act like your thirteen, because you dress up for halloween,
You think you're big, but can't lift 20 on the bench press machine.
Don't cry and say I'm mean, just cause you squashed your spleen,
I'm so far above you like I'm bouncing on your trampoline.
Well at least I don't whine, when I don't have enough time,
I'm just fine with the shit that Crispo assigns,
I don't resign, continue to draw lines, I just look at the signs,
What you know about them? You drove past a STOP sign.
Just continue to drive, but no checking from behind,
USA verses Canada, who's gonna shine?
When I drop this solo shit, bitch you better buy,
Listen and don't be shy, this is easy as pie
Apple, cherry, or pumpkin, all the way from Berlin,
I'll just end it, and hang you from a clothing line pin.

Him
Murph your not the best and your definitely not a champ
You say I like Krysten, but your chicks a tramp
Im just gunna go to camp, get the stamp and make it official
I don’t hang with kids who have a pen pal
If you open your mouth again Im moving to Lasalle
You live in Canada but you cheer for USA
You better start to pray because what your doing is nothing but a betray
There is no doubt that you are gay, probably with Jason Bay
We play basketball everyday
Every time you shoot its a horrible display, you live me in complete disarray
Your skills dont even compare to mine
It might be because you have swine
You sink foul shots, I hit em from the 3 point line
And then I shine
And now you rap career is over
Its time for you to quit
There aint much room for a a talking piece of shit[/b]Me
Quags, you ain't Cabrera, you ain't even Mags,
Go hang with some fags, or people who clean toilets with rags,
Go study some math, 'cause that's the path you see,
Better take something you can pass, like English U/C,
And I know you agree, bitch, this is a breeze,
Like I'm flying thru the air in the alpine ski
So who is it? It must be just Krystin or Robyn,
Which one is it, that's got there fuckin head bobbin?
"Jeremy you're wrong", like most of your answers on a test,
I guess you weren't blessed when it came to the rest,
of the genes from your dad, but fuck it I'm glad
cause I got skill you wished that you had,
I just spit it the illest and make it look so fucking easy
You just can't resist it cause your rhymes are so cheesy

Him
Alex, you are so gay, your raps are horrible display
You probably failed at writing an essay
You say I like Robyn, but you obviously don’t know shit
You suck at rap, it is something you should acquit
This is a battle rap I aint getting hurt
How am I suppose to get beat by a white pervert

Me
I just spit it the illest and make it look so easy
You can't resist it 'cause your rhymes are fuckin' cheesy
I dropped the bomb on vietnam, killing better than that of Saddam?
I'ma time bomb, gonna blow like your pussy when you asked Tom to the prom.
Queen Quags is on the scene, and he's ready to drop a sixteen,
It'll take you all night to write, and you won't finish without caffeine.
I can't see you, you're a little molecule on the screen,
Almost invisible and unseen, like a German submarine.
You act like your thirteen, because you dress up for halloween,
You think you're big, but can't lift 20 on the bench press machine.
Don't cry and say I'm mean, just cause you squashed your spleen,
I'm so far above you like I'm bouncing on your trampoline.
Well at least I don't whine, when I don't have enough time,
I'm just fine with the shit that Crispo assigns,
I don't resign, continue to draw lines, I just look at the signs,
What you know about them? You drove past a STOP sign.
Just continue to drive, but no checking from behind,
USA verses Canada, who's gonna shine?
When I drop this solo shit, bitch you better buy,
Listen and don't be shy, this is easy as pie
Apple, cherry, or pumpkin, all the way from Berlin,
I'll just end it, and hang you from a clothing line pin.

Him
Murph your not the best and your definitely not a champ
You say I like Krysten, but your chicks a tramp
Im just gunna go to camp, get the stamp and make it official
I don’t hang with kids who have a pen pal
If you open your mouth again Im moving to Lasalle
You live in Canada but you cheer for USA
You better start to pray because what your doing is nothing but a betray
There is no doubt that you are gay, probably with Jason Bay
We play basketball everyday
Every time you shoot its a horrible display, you live me in complete disarray
Your skills dont even compare to mine
It might be because you have swine
You sink foul shots, I hit em from the 3 point line
And then I shine
And now you rap career is over
Its time for you to quit
There aint much room for a a talking piece of shit


So, what you guys think?

[Robbie G]

You killed him