You think you're so tough,behind your screen,
Let me bitch smack you, but not make a scene.
I never try my best,
And that's no lie.
Because either way, I'm still so fly.
Sit back and cry, dispute
Because I don't give a hoot.
You try to be strong
But you are wrong.
I've been working these bars,
All along.
Go ahead and shout,
But kindle is out.

Soulless, king? Don't make me laugh.
I'm the real royalty, so get off my shaft.
Bercat, fire? You have no flame.
Kindle starts a fire, and it's in my name!
You both rap good, but you must confess.
I'm the best.
So Now I'm back with more bars to say.
Lets here it up.
Now be on your way.

A NEW CHALLENGER APPROACHES!

Well shit... Aight I got this.

Bercat, your rhymes make the Holocaust look like a fucking Girl Scout meeting. I suggest you get back in line before my homies deliver a beating.
My rhymes run like magic, telepathy. Yours'll just end you in a headstone, y'see? Not a single reason you got behind the words you're speaking, besides maybe the money to keep on your drinking.
Cuz you gotta be fucking drunk to think you're a god, if anything you aren't even 2nd prestige in CoD.
Get back in place at the bottom of the food chain before you end up with the rest, right at the end of my motherfucking bitch cane.

Sit down.


Meow. :3

Defeat me? Bitch, take a knee.
I ain't jumping into the fight, I'm just defending my turf, aight? So get the fuck off my cloud before the angels get aroused.
I spit fire like Hephaestus, more than a fucking burning bus. I will SMITE YOU, and not the game. You ain't got a single ounce of fame. Maybe you can try and fight me when all these forums know who you be.
Drop the mic, get on you rap tryk, and meet me when we've got something alike.


Meow. :3

A round of applause for that sorry attempt, but your rap were definitely a little unkempt.
I'm sick and tired of you 1st grade grammar, so step up your English before I throw down the hammer. How could you be a Rap God if you cant even tie your shoes? Just give up and accept that you lose.
Your sad attempts at personal blows are appalling, I think I hear your mother calling. Oh wait, no, that's the truck full of stupid ramming straight through your mouth, how lucid. Now back the fuck off my Mount Olympus before the Hermes shoves his spiked wild wingshoes all the way up your anus.



Meow. :3

Sorry but ill kill you bercat

I've been a lot of places, seen a lot of faces
Ah hell I even fucked with different races
A white dude his name was John
He had a queen bee rules tattoo on his arm,

Ha. Niggas I'm back.


Nahh bitch, your rhymes flow like syrup, so get off your high horse and put up your stirrups.
Get your ass outta town before I finally put you down.
Your ladies be waitin' for a king to bring the fight, and damn did I bring it, no matter how tight.
I fucked your rhymes and your crew, what did you do? You sat there in wonder at my motherfucking thunder.
You're a crime to society, a hoax, a fake. You should be strung up like a traitor, upon a stake.
The champ is back to punish the poor, so I suggest you get a head start out the door.
Because I'm coming for you, and make sure you know it's true...
I'm the best around, and I'll stand my ground.


Meow. :3

My rhymes are tanks, Panzas, you can't even finish a stanza.
My rhymes spell defeat they're so fucking elite, and I bet they're the thing that keeps knocking you off your feet.
Get out of town, Mr. Brown. I have the crown and I put you down. Down with an elbow right to your skull, and your heart's starting to look a little bit dull.
Give up, son. I'll never be done.



Meow. :3

Your vocabulary's a joke. You're a fucking bloke. And I really hope you end up having a stroke. My rhymes hooked me up with an exotic dancer, but yours will just end up giving me cancer. I'll maul you like a bull and sell your damned soul. I'm a rap fiend, spitting rhymes faster than your time in bed. And by the time we're done, you'll probably end up dead. Sit down son, for real. You're done, and this battle is such a steal.


Meow. :3