Battle rap (url style attempt)

Round 1:

this is gonna be my light round

give you a feel of the punches

Imma tell you how this battle is gonna run

but I aint rushin

potato over the heater

you barley realize that I'm bustin

but this aint vodka making

I'm not Russian

you know Im about bitches and money

so one question for you

how is it your mom

calls me sonny

but refers to you as buddy

I know you be salty at me no alkaline

so here's lotion for that burn calamine

wait calamine

that just makes me think of the metal

and wanna pull out this cal of mine

And aim it at your heart

got a bullet for my valentine

bitch jew think this is your territory?

this aint Palestine

but say the wrong shit and

Ill let shine this little israel light of mine

Now i know you'll give this your best shot probably

but nothing you do is gonna stop this body

 

Round 2:

I don't know how to take this seriously

boy you crack me up

i throw one punch you're gonna need back up

what's even funnier is he thinks he a prodigy

when he's the bitch that gets smacked up

I don't know who made this match up

Don't know who thought it was clever

Cause this is the title matchup

And you're not even a contender

And yes my relationship failed

Wasn't a good match up

went on a bender

but in the end I treated my feelings like scripture

I sent them back to sender

now for thinking you can hurt me

Imma open you up like a pez dispenser

I'll render you useless

like donald trumps speech editor

Round 3 may be your best round probably

but nothing you do is gonna stop this body

 

Round 3:

Round 1 I showed you you're delusional

round 2 I showed you death is eternal

Round 3 is gonna be your funeral

lately i've been trying to get into my old bag

leave bitches in the morgue with a toe tag

then giving a shoulder to lean on like that's so sad

I know that ive gone soft it's been bad

but watch what happens when I take back my city

and raise that Kobra Nation flag

I'm raiding your shit but i don't have a mask

i want you to look at me while I spit the truth

I want you to face facts

let me guess you're gonna say I'm black

that ain't fucked no bitches right

that i'm darker than a Atacama midnight

that I only get strippers

I'm afraid to look at pussy like ailuruphobia

maybe some truth to that but

I'm nearly at the end of the college tunnel

diving mask up

Gonna start my life soon

win or lose this battle it aint a big thing cause

when you looking for a job you're gonna be calling up me

and when you do imma make you cop to a plea

that I won no matter what

so go ahead talk that shit to me

I told you from the beginning we'd fight it out

I'm not a baseball fan but I got two words for you after this

Strike out