Mystical Angels

Who wants to battle the big gavin?

have you taken back to Christ when you sacrifice The way you acting slice when I tear your back with knifes Jacking life's of MC's, now I'm set to launch a plan For blowing up the stage with illegal contraband A stomped your man so unless you want what he got You better set the mic down, I'm steaming like a teapot I'll make the tea hot, people get in my face and ask If I wanna battle, then I chase them in a Jason mask It's an amazing task to battle with success I never gave a fuck, now I give a fuck less And in a slug fest I get physical like physicians Invisible like magicians with mystical mic traditions Wicked wizardry, like a sorcerer and no remorse for you When I torture you throughout the course of my orchestra So feel the force of my spiritual images Slicing up an enemy's appendages till he hemorrhages My skin itches every time a rapper recites And when he's through with his verse, I'm all covered in flea bites You wanna see fights I got a match for you You couldn't flip shit playing in toilets with a spatula Yaaa buddy hahaha no open mic was bak wen eminem was way underground and his friend wrote it 4 him but it was really just a song floatin around in detroit i actually wrote it tho all besides the last six bars

Public Comments

1. flipping shit with a spatula is pretty challenging
2. I'm pretty sure thats an Eminem verse from "Open Mic" Plus you don't have enough grammar errors to make it believable
3. That's the sickest rap i've heard since One Mic by Eminem.... waaaait a second
4. Yes what you wrote was a verse from eminem's song open mic.
5. I never gave a ****, now I give a **** less Jay Z ft Nas-Success I'm guessing this isn't the only line you bit but anyway I direct like Tarantino, only see you in the trunk shot Call my shot like Gambino, you just a fuggin kumquat That means little fruit, take your boyfriend's protein Bi*ch you anonymous, unheard and unseen
6. oh yeah... Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction To get your brain relaxing, a zany acting maniac in action A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction You look insanely whack when just a fraction of my tracks run My rhyming skills got you climbing hills I travel through your mind into your spine like siren drills I'm sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants Twist the necks of rappers 'til their spinal column disconnects We disinfect then check the monologue, turn your system up Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana smog This is the season for noise pollution contamination Examination of more cartoons than animation My lamination of narration Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be stare and gazing I turn the stage into a barren wasteland
7. I got a song for u it's called "ur a wigger" And yes that is an eminem verse
8. I done figured this rap sh*t out, I map sh*t out strategically Timing is everything, and it seems to be the key To my success, it's worked for me repeatedly. Let 'em diss you first, and respond immediately. In order to master the art of war, don't start a war. Sh*t, not no more, we done scared 'em off, there are no more Victims to sick, I'm fixin to pick some and start sh*t. Ain't got no pictures to rip, or sh*t to throw darts at. Ain't got no more targets, Sh*t, Irv and Jeff, we beat 'em to death, Benzino's in debt... There seems to just be no-one left to bully, Bush is a pussy. Why the f*ck do you think his name's Bush? Pussy's bushy. Ain't sh*t going on, sh*t I've been getting so bored lately I'm thinking of doing some sh*t to get you to go and hate me again. Matter of fact, I liked this sh*t better then, I could spit better, I'm bout to kick this sick sh*t again. Look: The game just isn't the same, it's changin'. Since Jay's quitting, Dre's quitting, now it's just wankstas Just sayin' the same sh*t, it's fake and it's ancient, It's making me so bored I'm bout to make a new language. Fubba U Cubba Cubba. Obba u ubba ooba. Youba can subbubuck my didibubick through a tuba. Some other rumor llama said I'm not a human, I'm a Homicidal, supersonic, suicidin' unibomber. You think I'm the new Osama, Press thinks I'm the new Madonna, Geoffry Dahmer left me with his legacy to carry on. A lot of talk and rumors on us, who's the hottest? To be honest... Hip hop ain't been the same since Tupac moved to Cuba on us. There, I battle your Eminem verse with MY Eminem verse of choice.
9. " i actually wrote it tho all besides the last six bars" So you still bit six bars? http://captionsearch.com/pix/pijobf4e8h.jpg
10. Look son, I was going to take you seriously then I found out you bit that So give Em back, his lines so I can get at, You fake black, Get on track Instead of trying to rip us, hop on a treadmill, and strip fat That's a fact, your bad, so get on my level Arrest this man, someone give him a buddy to cuddle He made a mistake coming here, he already in trouble You'll enjoy it there, they like fruity as*es, with no pebbles