Dead president vs. Battle 1

[Bigot Hitman]

A bitch come on and get it. I'm a show you how to rap a quick story, say somethin i want to say about hip hop, and then diss yo fake assin the end.

Here's the rules

Unlimited bars

Need at least 50 posts to vote to prevent yo faggot ass from voting 4 your self under a different username.

And i'ma shit on you first as soon as yo bitch ass checkin



And for the voters i don't diss him untill the end cuz i want to show more than dissin skills. This battle is about who can spit better.

[Bigot Hitman]

Skill of writing section
Time to show off some skills, I’ll just run some drills for the readers
But still have enough appeal, the real know the deal, sort of a teacher
Import liters of pills that cause chills among the weak immune systems
Forcing afternoon monsoons that take aim and divine intervention misses
Soon he resorts to consuming cacti, layin in the wet sand rappin to the sky
And still the blind one, denies thinkin he can defy and began wrappin his eyes
So he could be misguided...from what the reality was
Thats what fatality does, had to sniff brutality mentality drugs
Just to keep his ego up, kept him feeling like a man in the hot sand
Got stranded could not handle it mentally, poka dot skin, had spots tanned
Collapsing often, with relapsing thoughts of coffins
Blood he started coughin, passing distraught and softned
Will to fight lost, but soon underwent and transformation
Climbed down from the cross, and sent the plans n’information
Realized to rap about gats, most would have to be around that
It sounds flat if it attracts hood rats holdin wood bats and round plats
Changed focus to a different audience with varied matter
Now he’s ill and he wears latex gloves to carry bladders
Of the mc’s he slays with ease, he plays wu-killah bees
High off tropical trees, bleeds weed and drinks two miller “teas” (miller beer)
Thats me, eat my sweet lines but there fattening
I hear weak rappers like whats happening? when will they start rapping?
O I forgot, these is material cats, with some kind of imperial raps
Like “I’m too rich for that”, Simply put, they just bacterial rats
Spreading diseases, leaving the young skin shedding n’ bleeding
Imbedding evil teachings, a slick ice slope sledding down speeding
Once to the bottom, their minds is corrupted and rotten
Permanently forgotten hip hop’s rocks, now they like soft cotton
Wack artist’s albums bought often, nice rappers sell under gold
I wonder if the music will ever dust off the mold
With the lyrical bombs that was always posed combustible
I see the focus has changed in this game, but they did for the hurled money
So really it’s the partially the buyers to blame, but in my world its sunny
Cuz I listen to common, nas, ghost, but they words will never come close
To the original mc’s raise a toast, slick rick, krs, and shit, could still sever most
Of the top ten on the charts, like ice cube said “turn off the radio”
No more “art from the heart”, the audio that they play is shady yo
But don’t get me wrong cuz to tell the truth, hip hops boring today
This is a non-thinking society and kids want the bass to soar wit waves
Ask nas, his new lp is called “hip hops dead”
Its all about turning white shirts to red, and buckin lead
Diss section
Battle one, probably on some gucci man
Bitch ass sad man rollin with pussy clans
And groups, with unused orgasm glands (virgins)
Face stay in the dictionaries, but raps stay bland
With no type of matter, this track I shattered in forty five
Minuets, feel these lyrics I spit and vomit at shorties that live
Hold up, I can’t believe I just typed a whole fuckin page for u
Could easily do two, but I’m alittle lifted for suckin the sage brew
Thats somethin you don’t know about hoe, yo shit can’t cook close
You too shook to look at what you’ve hooked into from the crook’s moat
Bitch, don’t you have enough stitch scars from your last fight?
In contrast I ignite and sitmulate mental states of the masses sight (mentally stimulate readers)
Fake alias cat... with those gay ass alien raps
Out of world bull shit, threatening to pull shit, wit out the gats
Come on duke, you wouldn’t shoot someone raping your sister
You’d swing but hit her, then get yo ass poked witout lotion, like a prisoner
And you 28 years old, come’in at me, six teen, with such ignorance
Of simple facts, bitch I dare you spit back, at the son with the iller sense
I’m a lyrical killer bitch, my lines is bullets extending tension wit extra percision
I don’t care if u clean and mentally challenged, i’m shittin on your next descison
Talkin bout I can’t diss, well ok if you thirsty don’t ask for my piss again (dont ask me to write 4u)
I might send you some shity spits, from the deepest of the simplest pits (give u some wack raps)
Hold up let met check the ravens browns game, beat them bitches fifteen to fourteen
But I’ma beat you six teen to no-thing, me against your crew? I shit things on those poor schemes
This is import-ing, I’m expos-ing, your weak lyrics, are you having a mid life crisis?
Twenty eight year old virgin, but married just don’t get none, send me yo wife’s prices
Cuz I know she hoes on the side, I’m trying to make her my hood bitch
I’m had her and took her many times, and my clients say “yo she sucks good dick”
Once I get that bitch from you, proly think you can move back in wit ya moms right?
But the real truth has escaped you, she’s been my hoe since her year 69 prom night
Thinkin yo rhymes tight, shit maybe I will release three pages of rage on you
That noise is me paging you, look through you window, I got the gage in ya view
Inferred at ya head, after one long ass mushy but forceful line, your ego’s dead
Bitch ass thinkin he was finnaly get some pussy, go see yo rhyme doctor instead
Fuck up yo life in one verse like maurice clarett,
You a lame bra, you wear turtle neck fleeces I bet
You don’t even respect your residence, just check the evidence (look at ur posts, no city)
But I’m quick to represent without hesitants, lines is heaven but mostly hell sent



You wack duke, think you got the shit in to get in? you out of pocket hoe
In that verse I dissed you, told a quick story, and said some shit about hip hop.
That shit was done in one hour. You just outmatched, just leave the mutherfuckin site, keep talkin and i'm drop a book of rhymes on you.

[Bigot Hitman]

I'll check in for your weak ass verse that you will be thinkin about all night long tommorow around 5. I'm out....

[Battle 1]

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[Battle 1]

Sorry, I fell asleep reading the wackest verse I ever read in my life. Your not even worth responding to. That shit was as weak as a mosquito bite. If I don't respond that would make you look even gayer than you already look anyaways. But I think I might just maybe do Wu Corp a favor by destroying another fagat internet homo rapper, when I have the time. I'm not 16 like your fagat child molested ass. I got real things to do in the real world. But if you still want (later when I have the time) I'll definetly get at you or that girly verse you came up with it, and tear another hole in you like your asshole. I'll pretend or then act like that weak feminine verse above was worth me even getting at. Okay Dead President you homo male slut rapper. You heard the deal.


(Dead President's mouth is still watering for more dick. After I gave him so much dick to suck on in the numerous threads. Dead President you are trully a ungreatful dick sucking fagat freak. There is no limitations to your level of homosexuality which your fagat ass likes to call elevation.)

[Bigot Hitman]

You soft duke, just have you weak verse in by tommorow at 5.
Saying "when I have the time" Translation: i don't have the talent to think up a verse unless i have 3 hours to do so. The 28 year old virgin spending his free time creating wack and simple raps thinkin they legit. And tell yo sister i want my shit by tuesday, its 350 and a dime bag, the shit fell out of my pockets when i was dickin her down wit my pants half way on last night.

[Battle 1]

Originally Posted by Dead President

You soft duke, just have you weak verse in by tommorow at 5.
Saying "when I have the time" Translation: i don't have the talent to think up a verse unless i have 3 hours to do so. The 28 year old virgin spending his free time creating wack and simple raps thinkin they legit. And tell yo sister i want my shit by tuesday, its 350 and a dime bag, the shit fell out of my pockets when i was dickin her down wit my pants half way on last night.

How could you have been dicking anybody down if like you said you were sleeping last night, huh ???? See what I mean, you keep changing your story everytime all of the time even. That's why I think your a retarded for real no joking around even. I mean your either really fucking retarded or so dumm that it aint even funney. Either way you continulously make no sense just like your rhymes and the fagat shit you talk about.

If you would write down one verse even worthy of me going at then I would even consider battling you maybe. But as long as you write wack boring shit that makes no sense, there's no point in it cause you already look stupid enough then. And please one verse not a whole book or your whole life story about how you became as retarded as you are now like the above fucking book long verse of nonsense you spit. I could care less about your 16 year old fagat wet dreams or interests. Come for real with it or don't come at all.


(Dead President is still hungry for more dick.)


Why doesn't he just give up. 16 years old and only been rhyming 3 months, and thinks he's better than everybody else on Wu Corp. I mean I'm a maybe stop knocking on your age and all. But only 3 months rhyming and already you think your the best. Is there no end to your stupidity ?? And don't even deny or start changing your story around either. On the official freestyle page you had the nerve to drop some garbage shity nonsense verse and then right under say "I blew everybody else on the page away" (You must have been thinking of dicks you love to blow so much by the way). I even asked you what you meaned cause I wasn't sure you were that stupid or crazy. But as it turns out you are in fact that dum or crazy. Your a real life retard posting wack verses on the Wu Corp threads thinking he's the greatest after only three months. Anybody with any kind of common sense or knowlegde would know how big of a fool or retard you are. Be smart and just admit you were wrong or just looking for attention, then you might get respected more.)

[Bigot Hitman]

"How could you have been dicking anybody down if like you said you were sleeping last night, huh ???? See what I mean, you keep changing your story everytime all of the time even. That's why I think your a retarded for real no joking around even. I mean your either really fucking retarded or so dumm that it aint even funney. Either way you continulously make no sense just like your rhymes and the fagat shit you talk about. "

Wow i didn't know that this would be hard for you to understand too. You know most people sleep at night even after they've fucked. I guess you wouldn't know that because your are the 28 year old virgin right.

[Bigot Hitman]

"Why doesn't he just give up. 16 years old and only been rhyming 3 months, and thinks he's better than everybody else on Wu Corp. I mean I'm a maybe stop knocking on your age and all. But only 3 months rhyming and already you think your the best."

The words "the best" have never even been posted by me, y don't get off my dick cuz you've already sucked the skin off of it. Go get a girl or something cuz you obviously have nothing to do with your vaulable time. I know i'm not the best and i've never said any type shit like that so keep your words out of my mouth, and my dick up out your mouth. Lame...

[Bigot Hitman]

"If you would write down one verse even worthy of me going at then I would even consider battling you maybe. But as long as you write wack boring shit that makes no sense, there's no point in it cause you already look stupid enough then. And please one verse not a whole book or your whole life story about how you became as retarded as you are now like the above fucking book long verse of nonsense you spit. I could care less about your 16 year old fagat wet dreams or interests. Come for real with it or don't come at all."

I'm sorry my lines don't make sense to you, but don't mad...its ok to be retarded. And its ok to be dickrider as long as it ain't my dick. So hop off hoe.

[Bigot Hitman]

"I blew everybody else on the page away, (You must have been thinking of dicks you love to blow so much by the way). "

When your retarded you should read each line 2-3 times to get it right.
I said i blew out, as in a blowout. And i said it was just my opinion. Then you wanted me to explain what i meant by blewout. I swear nothing makes sense to the retarded. lame ass cat.

[Bigot Hitman]

And tell your pimp to stop calling me because i'm really not intrested on how many times that oldman came on your face.

[Bigot Hitman]

Spit bitch, i know your salivia is low from all the dick sucking you've been doing lately, but can't you come up with some kind of verse, I'll extend the deadline to tommorow at 9:00 pm, because i know the retarded have trouble writing.

[Sicka than aidZ]

fuck i thought this was a battle

[Bigot Hitman]

This hoe ass nigga don't want to spit, my spit wasn't a diss until the last 34 lines. Before those lines i just wanted to show off something he can't do, which is rhyme on a topic.