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geni0529

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  1. 1. Cat Battle whos better?

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you crossed the line

the time is mine

to take the kill

oh what a thril

 

 

*pssshh* um call in mittens brigade we got a threat to nation safety over and out*psssshh*

 

line what line

you cant even make a rhyme

your lyrics are the worst I've seen

im the queen

so bow down

little kitty clown,

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Geni, I think the problem you're having is that all your lyrics are the same. "I'm the queen, you suck, something about cats. " And since that's not really effective, you're probably going to keep losing. Try switching it up a bit, see what you can do then.

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Alright Meenah, you're letting me go first? 

Fine, i'll be tryin' to keep this terse, so you ain't crying by the end. 

We might be friends, but if you think that your rapping is better than mine, well maybe, fine. 

You can try all you want, but I'll bring your flaws to the front, you've chosen the name of a god

But I think you're a fraud. Maybe you should just plod home, back to Greece. An increase in your shame, while lowering your fame.

So my ungodly friend, it's your turn to try and worm your way out of this situation. I wait for the occasion when you think you can defeat my lyrical invasion.

 

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Edit - Sweet, sweet typos.

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Alright Meenah, you're letting me go first? 

Fine, i'll be tryin' to keep this terse, so you ain't crying by the end. 

We might be friends, but if you think that your rapping is better than mine, well maybe, fine. 

You can try all you want, but I'll bring your flaws to the front, you've chosen the name of a god

But I think you're a fraud. Maybe you should just plod home, back to Greece. An increase in your shame, while lowering your fame.

So my ungodly friend, it's your turn to try and worm your way out of this situation. I wait for the occasion when you think you can defeat my lyrical invasion.

 

Sorry, pal, but Mena ain't here anymore.

You'd better step back; I'm takin' the floor.

So you dare to do this dance with a guy like me?

Well soon you'll see, and then you'll be

Six feet under, you'll be dead like a dog,

Face down in the dirt, no, not before long,

There's no time left for you to run and flee,

We might as well call this thread

Your very own cemetery.

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I'll have you singin' the blues A

One more verse and you'll lose

This ruse so clever I endeavor to disperse

That you think you're better than me when you're worse

So, Blewcheese, your rhymes blow, jeeze

And about that cemetery? You're the skeleton, not me.

So breathe out your last breath, quick before the death

of your chances to win, to stop now would be a sin

 

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Pssh. You call your self rappers?

You're nothing more than candy wrappers

I'm about to MLG noscope you all to hell

I'm like a clam, a hardened shell

You're all just a bunch of fools now

And I'm more of the cat's meow

I should probably show you the door

Because you're all mops, about to be cleaning the floors

 

OOOOOOOOOOH

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I'll have you singin' the blues A

One more verse and you'll lose

This ruse so clever I endeavor to disperse

That you think you're better than me when you're worse

So, Blewcheese, your rhymes blow, jeeze

And about that cemetery? You're the skeleton, not me.

So breathe out your last breath, quick before the death

of your chances to win, to stop now would be a sin

Yes, I'm a skeleton, I've been to hell and back,

Now I'm here in front of y'all, and I'm on the attack,

Yeah, you're nothing before me, you haven't done jack,

Because in the end, pal, it's skill that you lack.

 

But you've got one thing right, to stop now'd be a disaster.

Now stand back, scrub, and bow before your master.

But now you're boring me, can't you go any faster?

Better yet, just shut up, and I'll put you on the pasture.

 

Yeah, you heard me right, you're nothing but a cow.

And to be frank, I honestly don't know how

People stand to hear you speak, I mean you're just so annoying.

You should just stop now, because you're destroying

The art of rap, don't even want to do it when you're here,

So close your eyes and shut your mouth: for you the end is near.

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Yes, I'm a skeleton, I've been to hell and back,

Now I'm here in front of y'all, and I'm on the attack,

Yeah, you're nothing before me, you haven't done jack,

Because in the end, pal, it's skill that you lack.

 

But you've got one thing right, to stop now'd be a disaster.

Now stand back, scrub, and bow before your master.

But now you're boring me, can't you go any faster?

Better yet, just shut up, and I'll put you on the pasture.

 

Yeah, you heard me right, you're nothing but a cow.

And to be frank, I honestly don't know how

People stand to hear you speak, I mean you're just so annoying.

You should just stop now, because you're destroying

The art of rap, don't even want to do it when you're here,

So close your eyes and shut your mouth: for you the end is near.

 

Just one final verse, so here comes the worst

 

Oh my boney friend I see right through, this facade that you present.

Your unwillingness to give up only shows that you dont know who you're dealing with quite yet.

So quit bro, you'll lose so, you're embarassing yourself.

I'll rip your head right off and put it on top of my new shelf

 

Get drunk on my lyrical lager of words

Before you hurt yourself, your brain will melt

and you'll have felt the sting of every burn i've dealt

I've earned this, nerd. Still undeterred? 

My win's assured.

 

I'd have preferred if you'd have quit sooner

Soon a loser,

Beggar but never a chooser.

Sitting on the streets, begging for your keep.

Leap right out of the game, your lyrics are lame

While im bathed in the fame that comes from your shame

 

You're crying out like a dame in distress 

I'll put you to rest, so bring your best

Lest you give up,  go home and shut up. 

 

So what will it be?

My old friend Blewcheese.

Still think that you have the guts to beat me?

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Just one final verse, so here comes the worst

 

Oh my boney friend I see right through, this facade that you present.

Your unwillingness to give up only shows that you dont know who you're dealing with quite yet.

So quit bro, you'll lose so, you're embarassing yourself.

I'll rip your head right off and put it on top of my new shelf

 

Get drunk on my lyrical lager of words

Before you hurt yourself, your brain will melt

and you'll have felt the sting of every burn i've dealt

I've earned this, nerd. Still undeterred? 

My win's assured.

 

I'd have preferred if you'd have quit sooner

Soon a loser,

Beggar but never a chooser.

Sitting on the streets, begging for your keep.

Leap right out of the game, your lyrics are lame

While im bathed in the fame that comes from your shame

 

You're crying out like a dame in distress 

I'll put you to rest, so bring your best

Lest you give up,  go home and shut up. 

 

So what will it be?

My old friend Blewcheese.

Still think that you have the guts to beat me?

When you said the worst, you weren't wrong.

You can't make it good just by making it long.

Your rhymes make no sense, they're just plain dumb,

Now class begins, so take a seat, scum.

 

No one cares about your new shelf, that's just random.

Now just shut up, you stupid old grandam.

When you rap about stuff, it's gotta make sense,

So smarten up, pal, stop being so dense.

 

I can't believe I have to teach you how to rhyme right.

If this keeps going then maybe I just might,

show up at your house, we'll get in a fight,

You'll get destroyed, you weakling, your future just ain't bright.

 

I'm a massive empire, and you're nothing but a single rebel.

You'll be burnin' in hell soon, so just say hi to the debul,

You don't have a chance, kid, so just go back home,

You're dull and flat, but I'm shining a bright chrome.

 

If you still think you can win, you're clearly blind.

There isn't a chance that you'll come in from behind.

You haven't got the skills, you're just nothing to me.

So go back to school, and learn to be a trainee.

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