Shooter Vs. VGN Freeeeeeestttttttyylllle

You just a lil cat but you aint got nine lives
I can spit crack with just nine lines
Cuz I done shat so many bars that I could build a jail
You could build you own but it would be to know avail
I'ma get in college with this like a fullsail
While you can drop a series titles full-fail
I'm a felon and I'm locked up in the bars
Sub zero **** but never sub par
Flowing like diaria out my ass
I break the studio glass


I'm done.

 

A lil cat? No, I'm just a big dawg
While you are all bark and no bite
Like a frog who is leaping for his life
My words bring suicide to the mind go get a knife
Stupid emo kid with no friends and no life
If this was a fight you'd bring a gun, I'd bring a tank
The world would be gone of such a disgrass and have me to thank

Your go.

 

Bro; five bars not five lines
I'm pretty sure a bar is two lines that rhyme
Like slime time and grime on a dime
Cuz I'm grinding on time
But you are kinda lagging
And I'm spitting **** on the fly like a dragon
You need to catch up
you're be-hines like ketchup
But man I'm gold like mustard
And black folks aint messin with you like custard

 

I can tell already who won this.
...spun sis.
One Chris. B|

 

You may be a name cancer survivor
But I'm the sickness advisor
And also a revisor
So I'll lower my visor
And give you lyrical cyanide
Then plow through you like my name is Iron Hide
Then transform into your best friend
And watch as you meet your end
In a poetic fashion of Ironic-Tragedy
So when you die please don't be mad at me


HAI CIN!!

 

That was actually 7 bars for your information
If that's too complicated then I'll feed off of your fraustration
You can call me a pussy, because you are what you eat
And you're just a **** who likes to beat his meat
This freestyle is just too elite
And you just need to retreat
My words are like sugar on the tounge
It just tastes so sweet
And this freestyle is fire
So just feel the heat.

 

this is the sickest freestyle battle i have ever seen.

 

I aint mad, and i aint said you was a pussy, I said cat
But I guess you aint fast enough to catch that
So I'll slow it up sick like throwin up
You're a lil C to the A to the T
And you aint ****ing with me
And I aint said I would eat you
But boy I will beat you
Like a chef punds beef
And speaking of pussy you are just a queef
So I'll throw you in a pot and cook you like crack
This aint a meth lab but I do cook tracks
And I deal em like coke
To any ol' bloke
So get ya flow right
And stop being rainbow bright
Like a pack of skittles
Pretteding to be young like malcom in the middle

 

You're telling me to grow up
And yet you're talking about immature things like Candy and throw up
Now let me put you on the facts
I eat dudes like you for Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner and snacks
No homo, but I knew you were thinking like that anyway
This is not a playground and I am not here to play
Diss me all you want, I am here to stay
My flow is like skittles; it's a rainbow and yours is grey
Your flow is black and white; it is totally dessaturate
You just got served, so go ahead and eat the food on your plate

lol Are we done yet?

 

***** I aint done I'm just getting started
You already wanna split so you should be departed
And speaking of split, he could spit longer than this
Me and split could spit while taking a piss
And I aint gotta end that with no homo
Cuz I got straight flow, yo
Straight to the point, but you didn't seem to get it
I didn't say grow up, you miss-read and you'll regret it
I said quite acting, cuz your acting like and Emcee
But your flow aint **** and your lyrics are empty
If your **** is rainbow then my **** is brown
Which is all colors mixed, so go look it down
Oops I meant look it up like I cook it up
And this rhyme is crazy like I shook it up
and I don't gotta diss you, I just spit truth
So please get yo ass up out of this booth

 

lol No, I said are we done because I have to leave soon. lolololol

Spit while I piss? Around you?
I don't want to do that.
You'll be close to the urinal while I'll be all the way back
With a **** this big? Man I don't even have to brag
You got a straight flow?
Ha that was pretty clever
But your flow is as straight as a crooked hairline or Micheal Jackson however
My flow has gotten so many people sick
It makes them throw up money and **** bricks
Because I'm so paid
These lyrics are sharp just like a blade
My flow is like a color prism
I shine so bright that you can see that I am the vision
And I've got empty lyrics?
Your the one who is just so generic
And talking about pissing with some guy you have never even met
You have no time to be making bets
Because your the one who's in debt
I see your really trying to sweat
Because you're trying to catch me but I'm fly like a jet
And my words are burned in your mind so you can never forget

 

lets better leave for us
before they come for our hair like brush
and forever love is forever no more
and i dont see what i see across the seashore
no more and im swimmin' through with my eyes closed
for we do not know what we come fo'
so i left the door open for anyone to come through
and leave my body for the grave so you can dig through
this is hardly a freestyle, my minds just speakin
i could flow on the lines and set it off like a beacon
speakin of tough lines yours cant weaken
cuz whats better than someone else to compete with?
you see with two eyes closed now the truths all spoke
but keep your pocket change chained on ur tongue cuz its free i go
pickin up a dime for every penny i roll,
make a ***** open they tracks and see no road
i go as many as i pree-for
for all these haters under the d low
and i see yo' misguidin'...but we declinin'
we was makin it rain, scuba dive a ***** drownin
saviin a life cuz whats more to a life then fouls and free throws
so i play the game right even though the game dont speak slow
so then i roar out like lion for every cat in the slums
and for every other runna' livin' life across the gun
im done

somebody add on to this. its got flow like lupez lmfao

 

I'd smash you both...

 

Yeah bullshit homie u stale meat.

 

eh..you're right, I'm getting washed up...

 

This is the kinda **** that's ****ing up the game
Talking about your **** and your money, but it's all the same
You run on about your ****, so it's obviously small
You call everyone gay, but you're the gayest of them all
It's called psychology, so brush up on it
I'm spitting real **** with a flush up on it
You rhyme like Soulja Boy on crack
with weed stuffed back pack
High on grass
Talking about **** in ass
So if you really aint a homo, why you yellin' it out?
You just blurting into the mic, ***** I'm spelling it out
You aint got comlex rhymes, no good similies or metaphors
You just screamin out **** you should be a metal-whore
So just get a tape recorder and strum on a guitar
But you aint got no rhythem so you won't get far


Would have posted this last night but I had some difficulties. Off to school now 8D

nyikka u bowt 2 get crushed by a building. Me vs u vs split vs vgn tonight byyachez

 

I'll take that challenge