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Ok guys, start slanging those sweet rhymes. Submit as many as you want. If you havent entered officially you can still hop in now. Will run for 7 days. Represent your crew!

I will be rapping as **Mighty Professional**

Will write some verses when i get some time. Let hear dem rhymes!

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Let me be the first to slip one off my hand.
Representing the 2-1-6, it's Cleveland!
With a flow so cold, it leaves you bleedin'.
Lyrically, Eclipse can't see me. I'm the real O.G.
Spittin' Game like Biggy, dropping all ya'll niggies.
I'm just gonna flow a sixteen, so smoke that green.
While you bump this on the mainstream.
No need for me to spit, 'cause there's nobody here to hit.
So, I'll give you hoes something to lick.
Whoever contends against me is just a silly ass trick.
When I split, leave you mentally scarred like your girls tit.
See 'The Girl Next Door', I'll flame torch your hoes clit.
I'm a psychopath, better get the fuck up out my path.
Still standin' like Tony Montana, so you do the math.
This denotes the end of this flow, hoes.
And I know I'm going to have to drop a couple mo'!

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Steppin' back to the plate
all the haters gonna hate
When I step up my game you know I make my own fate!

Peddlin' my rhymes, no backpedaling this time,
Can't lock me up I ain't commited any crime,
I drop out a flow anytime I wanna show
How smooth I can go,
So now, ya'll know!

I'm the king of this game, the one and the same,
I'll just take the fortune, I already got the fame!
I don't need a prize to tell me that I won,
It'd only be another one,
son, you don't see
that this game to me
is just so easy
That's why they all flee
runnin' three by three,
independently of all dignity
I ceremoniously drop my heel
It's time to get real
Placin' my seal all over this deal
So if you now feel that you just can't heal
from all of this swagger then bitch,
take a hike.
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Fu(k you
an Fu(k this
Fu(k all this Fu(kin sh(it)

man I don't need this
yall are gonna be pissed
as soon as this beat starts to flow
bit(hes won't even fu(kin know
I hold you down drowin you
making sure you dead foo
cuz I can't tolerate ya'all mafuckas hate
I digress that this sh(it) ain't worth takin the bait

I roll by an laugh at you, the way you dress
cuz you wearin makeup and lookin depressed
poppin pillls, looking real ill
you like a single mom slippin change from tha till
I live large big and fast
you get your meals out tha trash
bit(h I thought I told you to get out my face
now your makeup is runnin and you live in disgrace

fu(king christ on tha cross
I fu(king own the world like a bawss
I can't even see anything in front a me
I am blind and deaf so I await the key
to unlock my mind, that innah power
so yo bit(h get down from yo tower
spin me stories made from gold
diamonds, cash, cars, and blow I am told
I don't want just a bit I want it all so I cannot fold
it's the last hand and I am all in
I know where I am and what I be is a sin
but I can't throw it all away now
cuz when I swore a vow
to keep what I got an take everything else
no sense in the rich keepin it all fo themself

I steal, pillage, conquer, and kill
like a barbarian who is covered in a blood spill
from tha wounds of his enemies it flows
like this rap to  the ears of those
who know what its like
to rap on the mic
drop the beat spin it back and record
its time to let your music strike that cord
the one that almost got your first fan
and the one where you almost became a man
and  almost grew into what you see
but instead you are some fu(king wal-mart trainee
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I put these bullets in yo face like chicken pocks guaranteed not to itch,
but to make you drop so just stop,
before I get serious, I know you're scared cuz you're readin these lyrics bitch
so keep my name out ya' mouth before ya' brains be hangin out
light ya' up wit this heat rap ya' body  in some sheets
now its time ta' go to sleep.
My words are like the devil's rise
guaranteed I'll leave ya' terrified,
but let's be truthful peeps
I'm the only real eclipsian that's from the streets
I rep the G, but I stay on low key.
@Thorn
This guy's a rapper?please, you couldn't even pass for a mapper.
You suck so shut the fuck up or else get fucked up
ya' got me pumped up so now you're don bruh.

@Richy
Cool story bro, go work my corner hoe.
A foe? you wouldn't be worth it..
your lyrics are cheaper than a family dollar purchase
so duck let me step down cuz I know none of these chumps could ever take the real crown.

@Zombe
Bitch please, you're so lame I won't even take the time to read.
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Duck you  b-i-t-c-h , duck you  b-i-t-c-h , duck you all, yeah bitchezzz it's ducking ducker motherducker Roar ducking wait for ducking it Bree, killing with his rhymes like a ducking McDonald hamburger with a ducking fish,  b-i-t-c-h !
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Fog so cruel on the mic, You'd be a fool if you fight!
When I pull out the 9's, they have you 'seeking for help' like most noobs on the site!

Your girl a slut it's a bummer that, you're still with that ugly tramp
Cause everyone know she a HOOOOOOOOOO, no thundercats!

I have these lames won, God and me are one and the same son
My power will banish this fagg0t, in thousands of maggots, and the closet he came from!

I shouldn't be counted in, cause I'm evil when I spit and I'm found to sin,
Matter-fact I should have a handi-cap, cause my fancy-raps are bound to win!

DeathTheKid? A joke, a jest! We know Fog the best
Cause I'm more than "threats" You'll see when these bullets are pressed into your throat and chest!
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Death please take a seat, or bow at my feet,
you know you can't defeat this master of heat!
You don't know the basics, you just have to face it,
Can't dodge the filter? Fuck, you're outrageous!

Grow a pair of balls, call me back when they falls,
Right now you're a runt tryin' to stand with the talls,
So gimmie a break kid, you ain't gonna make it,
So save yourself the time and step off your weak shit!
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Yo Death,

I will gut you an cut cut you
slice an dice, carve you  up reeaaall nice
cook you up like a thanksgiving feast
don't you know I am a lyrical beast?
I'll make yo momma cry
closed casket funeral now you up in tha sky

bit(h please to lame to read?
your flow was so broken it sounds like ya'll got a mouth full o' seed
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So now it's time to get hostile, I saw ya'll profiles.
Sitting on an Dev. site claiming ya'll can rap, meanwhile -
I'm building a tower that will stand tall even when you all fall.
You hoes looking like scarecrows, idling out like bozos.
Reading my rhymes got you hypnotized, just close your eyes.
You don't need to be on this topic with weak shit.
Spitting lame geek shit, looking like pee-wee herman bitch.
This the return of Richy Rich, - Death, where's the battle?
Maybe cause when you step to me, you'll crash and shatter.
I rattle your bladder, make you shit out your mouth and splatter.
You summoned the reap within me to put you to sleep.
Now, rest in peace.
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Richy look at me, now whaddya see?
I'm the Shepard of the Scarecrows,
you better believe!
I'm a renaissance man, I can rap, map & plan
Spit lines so hot that you're gonna get a tan!

You're building a tower? Have fun with Minecraft.
It's Unity for me see, your odds have been halved.
I'm Building worlds in UDK, every day, so I say
Sit down and shut your face, and get out of my way!

I'm rockin' wicked tech, so respect, genuflect,
My mouse is a transformer, so the score has been set,
A full arsenal for a digital maestro,
ya'll have fun with your virtual lego.
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F uck you Thorn, you give ass to a teenagers class, while i'm playing bass on my guitar tracks!
Richy is a b itch, his asshole is thick, becouse i put here my d ick!
Zombe is lame, go feed sharks with your face, becouse your ugly!
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Oh Thorn, I think you viewing too much porn.
Taking me for a whore and you're bound to be torn.
Map, rap? Okay, but you planned wrong trying to send lines this way.
You might want to minimize this to your system tray.
I might play your game but then again, I think it might be weak.
After seeing the lyrics you proclaim you can rap, it needs a tweak.
Day, say, way. Really? May I give you a lyric lesson?
You need to rhyme bigger and better like a Smith n Wesson.
Atleast you did sixteen, I'm only going to do ten.
I can't be faded by this weakness, get stronger my friend.
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Thorn here's the story, your raps are fucking boring
This isn't childs play, but you're like a toy story.
Kneel to your feet? check the memo, I had your mom down on her knees.
The master of heat?
more like a gay little geek
get it straight, my balls are bigger than yours will ever be
I bring the heat ,
my raps cause devastation to the weak.

Zombeh, did he just start with yo?
just  no, you're a silly little hoe.
I heard you were a lyrical beast, till I hopped on the beat.
Now you're just the one who goes meep.
Wait! did you hear?his heart skipped a beat.

Richy rich who?you're unknown never had a chance at the throne.
Now Richy you should know I'm the dawn,
you say  you're a reaper :/
but I say  you're a fraud..
a fuckin' phony, you couldn't beat me if I rapped about ponies.
So let set me drop the lyrics cuz I know you'll wanna here this.
I caught the nigga' singin' jinggle bells on youtube..in fact
aren't you that guy from blues clues? get a clue you could never come at me dude..
it took three of you fucks for me to set an example, so now I'll hold this down bro,
and to let ya' know where you stand I'll even put the mic in your hand.
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Pretty weak so far, need to get some time when im not at school to write it proper. Ill be back.

Bow down new jacks the master has returned.
This rap aint a thing of luck this title has been earned.
You think you have the skills to fight you best be concerned.

Spitting mad raps all day long i invented the game while you just play along.
Think that you have the skills to defeat me? If you wanna be in this rap game you better
pay me a licensing fee.

**Roarbree** i dont even know what to say, your rhymes are just wack.
Cant tell if your rhyming or having a asthma attack.
Tons of swearing doesnt make you cool bro.
This isnt jerry springer you dont have your own talk show.
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Death, you might as well rap about ponies.
You can pretend to be the pink one and blow me.
I don't need a throne, and I might be unknown.
But you know what? I hold my own.
Any of you bitches that come to my home.
Get met with the chrome,  there goes your dome.
Blood dripping on my tile as I use the file.
Ed Gein ain't got shit on me!
I'll use your skull as a soup bowl, you don't want to see me.
This the inner demon, now go and drink your own semen.
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Roarbee this is all for you,

I don't believe I heard right
that maybe you want to start a fight
you cannot win, or even escape
all you can do is watch with yo mouth agape
I will peel your fucking face off
bitch don't skoff
I will chain you up in a shed
stab, shank and burn you until you lay dead
I drop your body down the sewer where it's meant to stay
covered in shit and left to decay

DeathTheKid 
I am a silly hoe?
I think you are confusing me with that slut you call a girl yo
your rap is trash and your words seem to stutter
you go down on so many dudes you look like you chug butter
I never go meep, I walk quiet and silent
I am the bump in the night, the thing that gets violent
blood stains the walls, tape across the door
police looking at your body saying, wait isn't there more?
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Marshy Dearest, to me - your license is exempt.
You better stay in school before you attempt.
Calling yourself a master is just whack.
You created this game but you gettin' dissed on the same track.

How about that? I got the balls to flow on any hoe.
Better yet, I'd create a video with ya'll wearing camel toes.
Just call my name and I'll be here.
But if you say something silly, your end shall be near.

EDIT:
Just like to modify this in that Crest remains the best.
It takes a humble dude to admit his flaws.
He did it like a baws so shout out to him on this page.
But the rest of you, get the duck out and go rage.
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Marshy Dearest, I play along, but how long can it go on?
we both know the truth and it's where I belong.
At the top and no you know I'll never stop until I drop,
my mind is like a prism what a complicated system.

You called me out, so now I'll take this face off and show you what I'm made of.

I don't have to curse, you'll feel the power of my verse as it seems that we've conversed
, cursed,
placed on this earth, this is my form of my rebirth.
You said you made the game, but I've just swayed the game.

Now picture this, standing on the edge of the abyss
hopeless, yes, my soul has already been broken, out spoken..
can you feel my words as you start chokin'
on the complicated thoughts upon which I have brought
this is a lesson to be taught , adressin' the stress
upon the danger of all of this anger, so this is a game ?then  I'm a true player.

See when it comes to these words the spoken are unheard.

When it comes to comparison you guys are much less, these are a few words off my chest.
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My rap is like gold
I get bitches until I am old
like hugh hefner I roll
audi, ice, bling, my soul as dark as coal
I sold my soul to the devil
consumerism I know a midnight revel
we all want what we can't have and can't afford
but bitches go spending my money of their own accord
so I have to dig a couple holes in the backyard
fill the hole, pack the dirt, the deed is done bones buried once charred

Bring the beat drop the beat, spin that shit back
I work hard play hard and stomp like shaq
I spit so hard that fucking bitches think twice
when you step up to me it's like rollin dice
the odds were never in your favor
you lost and the house is collecting and you begin to waver
cold sweat breaks out over your skin like a crack addict
its up to your head the steel and the trigger just clicked
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Zombehman, Go take a dip in the quarantine.
Talking about how your rap is gold, bitch you just dream.
You looking like Lil' Way spitting shit like "I am gay!".
Watermelon or plump? Your ass just got humped.

Though you fit well with the new school rap.
Unintelligent, unrelated, talking about hoes, money and crap.
Same ol' shit, so please - Shut your lip trap.
Before I break your jaw with my ball sack.

Take a ride to the old'z and get to learning how the game goes.
From the Eazy E'z, to the Tupac, Twista, Biggy & Bone's Harmony.
Learn to roll with the Dre, Snoop, Ice Cube & the D.O.C.
Then you may come here, and flow this shit with me.
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Richy you say I am new school and you are old
but all I see is a bitch crying about how he got told
your rhymes  are retarded and talk about fruit and gay anal
I don't wanna hear your fantasies since I am handicapable
you sit there with drool on your shirt
your mom tryin to make make money on the corner wearin a short skirt
man you tell me you I spit the same old shit
but if you don't watch out your throat'll get slit
threaten to bust my jaw again and see
I will make sure they never find the body and I will walk away free
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All these trolls done dug out from there holes spitting retarded ass flows/
And this guy 'Richy' rap like a bit**ch**, might as well call you 'Nicole'/
Come holla at me, I got a style that couldn't even borrow like…/
I'M soOo fuqing ahead of my time...I'm hungover from tomorrow night/
Destined to ignite terror at night tho its rather relieving when I get to beasting/
My bars are releasing venom like a bee sting so potent that you see things/
Marshy Dearest got that dirty swamp flow, I'm spittin liquid lava flows at a viscosity level of point three/
Even the devil...and the common cold teamed up jus to try and avoid me/
Beitches I'M ILL, and so nuts everytime I let the flow bust/
Ask these dudes to throwdown but bum candy is disgusting I might throw up/
U could write 16? so what ya flow sucks, my bars heavy get your bones crushed you slow fuc.k/
I got 2 demons on my shoulder and trust....they're BOth NUTS/
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His name is Dash he earns no cash and he sucks ass?
I have to ask bout' the lyrics I'm hearin'
you smokin' green? cuz that's how it seems
so stay off of my scene cuz my lyrics are keen
you're just a  little bug, that's stuck in-between.

*hollas* is that better now? you fruit cake ass mutha fucka, you're just a clown
so sit your ass down. Awww I know you're embarrassed right now..so don't stick around, shit's about to go down.
From here on out I'm declarin' the crown,
shit aint a game see these are my grounds.

My lyrics will put a dent in the way that you hear shit,
forever changed, Death's the name of a game, play wit it you're guaranteed to feel pain.
So don't strain neither should you go insane
trynna go against me you'll fuck up your brain.
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DeathTheKid i'm clapping his wig, cracking his ribs/
I'm the definition of what Immaculate is/
Unbelievable raps have you flapping your lids/
And this guy Richy a fuc**king** bit**ch**, 31 tryna rap with the kids/
Zombehman…what can I say your already dead to me, really no reason to brag/
Cause the only time this guy 'sh!ts tight' is when he squeezing his ass/
How dare this kid Death try me, motherfu**cker** you shoulda passed/
Cause like guys in 'wheel chairs', you never 'stood a chance'/
Now I'ma X ya name out, techs'll flame out, so please try ducking/
Ya death was official the moment I pressed the reply button/
This silly foo, I flow through, I'm a cold dude, battling me's a bold move/
And now ya hittin rock bottom like skydivers with no CHUTES!/
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