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Type1 VS RM rap battle


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Round 1
One loss, two loss, three lo-oh wait hold on make that four,
Humpty Dumpty of debating, impatience blatant; egg after egg he breaks more,
Proud to be ‘real’ for the pussy-ass ‘feeling’ that he’s a genuine queen among fake whores,
But what the schizophrenic mess is blessed with’s a ceiling lightyears beneath my floor,
False pretenses too expensive proud to be real, what a bore,
Guy’s a liar, three accounts on this site so far and what for?
Avikarthos vs Type1 is him vs him, win or lose, he scores, (will provide proof if needed)
Round of applause for the player who’s that desperate for rating he’d break site-laws,
Pussy cat with small-ass-paws, meow-meow as as you strike with claws,
Meet and greet this alpha wolf like a kid in a store seein’ Santa Claus,
Father Christmas, daddy Nich’las, here to point out that you’re nothin’ but ridic’lous,
Wolf in sheep’s clothing? Na, I’m raw with the fur,
My rap prowess like my debating; a growl worth eighteen to the power of a thousand of your purrs,
RRRRRUNNN little kitten when you hear my GRRRRR...

If this world were a jungle I’d be the Alpha Chimp even if we ignored debates or flow and went solely by bars, man,
You’d best stay humble poser-beast; You’re name’s type-one? Think the T’s for Tarzan,
Every single debate you make is blatantly made to get raped hard and you may be abnormal but aint extr’ordin’ry something lamer let’s call you Norman,
Reason you hate on cap’talism’s I’m rich and little bitch you’re poorer than this fine-ass A-rist-ocrat’s doorman,
What’s in that hollow head aint worth much either(i-ther), pussy cat still meowing thinkin’ you a real tiger,
You’re type ‘one’ yeah you’re simple minded, say you love raps but each one he nine times rewinds it just to comprehend the lyrics like shit his IQ aint zero, it’s his name without ‘type’ and in its place ‘minus’.

What the fucks with this whack mass-debating? Forfeit rounds everywhere, procrastinating,
For an impatient guy you’re not bad at waiting, sit back type nothing lose, fascinating,
Try to type one word and you type what you see as facts; but they just aint, it’s blatant,
You aint spitting those bars hard at all, just masticating(chewing), I’m a demigod and honestly your like an itty bitty sperm in semen, demon doubt you’d dare battle Satan,
Flow is off the rails, this Pro aint ‘fraid of failing I just happen to be that damn good that despite high risk, I’m smooth-sailing,
Me, I’m ever-present, forever dish out double what I’m taking,
Aint talkin’ bout my rating; I’m talkin’ reputation, you’re nothing on createdebate and here you’re almost fading,
It’s shocking since you’re new, fresh blood to the crew, I’m the villain to the OGs, heroic god to punks like you,
I’m slick with the old-school, evolving with the new, always gonna be a prodigy of what tomorrow’s high achievers do.

Round 2
What does it take to my spirit?
Bitch your obstacles better be infinite,
You gotta be God with the miracles to chain me with limits;
I'm the best in this simul-a-tion, my digits are the greatest in the Matrix I'm the motherfucking snitch in this Quidditch,
Yeah I'm a snitch but when I'm loyal I'm a royal ally so don't dare imply I'm a rat you Lil' midget,
Yeah why you joking that you have a hope in hell at knocking me over?
I'm the tough bluff master, demigod of poker,
You sitting there folding when I got worse,
Making it blatant when you are first,
Slipping up incapable to parse a verse,
Simple matter of fact here is we both know that your bars are much worse,

Think we both know I'm the smarter one,
Both work harder and more talented at the start, Padawan,
I'm to ill with my tongue got Force like Obi Wan,
Ride a Horse, this knight is noble but the weather forecast of my soul aint all sun,
I got a dark interior, you better fear me scum,
Lest you end up on the receiving end of my Lil green puns. (Yoda reference)
You're acting like crybaby Anakin with some Palpatine(Pal-pa-teen) combined,
I got the strategy of Dooku, But quite like Qui Gon, I'm gon' be trickin' your mind,
The speed of my thinkin's faster than blinkin' your eyes,
Miss Rita you'd be dead smart to read between the lines.

Round 3
You're thinkin' you rap like a devil, faggot you rap like a milksop
I'm the rap God with the chains that you mentioned, you can just call this a killshot

but I don't intend to restrain you or limit you
this chain is for choking each word that isn't true
out of your throat so I don't have to listen to
all the bullshit that this petty ass bitch has spewed
why the fuck did you wait till' I left to start spittin', who
does that? you look like a chicken, dude
I haven't been here in a week, I come back and see RM sneak dissin', tru-
-ly a bitches' move

You say you're a snitch, and for once what you said is right
ratting out my accounts to the administration
I've got enough to start a type one civilization
you're the schizophrenic type
who believes in a flat earth simulation
built by the 11th dimension's white
jizz incased in 
Fioras cunt, so she can generate endless bytes
of binary impregnation
what is this senseless shite?
don't ask me, ask RM it was his creation

If reality's based on binary code, the algorithm is clear though
Fiora made me a type 1 to distinguish me from RM the zero

Are you a wolf or chimp? make up your mind,
no animal is like me, I'm one of a kind
nothin' alive
 can come up with the rhymes
that I type, cause their derived
from the design
of the divine
and all I need is to type one line
to defeat this dumb swine's
cumbersome gibes

real eyes
real lies
so am I lying when I say RM likes to feel guys
eels slide
up his rear side
and steal lines
From Lil' Pump, while he eats jizz at meal time
the same 11 dimensional jizz that Fiora queefed into his congealed mind
clogged with the residue of insanity, so if he battles me he'll die

now you wanna talk about star wars
i though you should have known that my nerdiness is hardcore
you should join the stormtrooper core, you couldn't hit a barn door
a rancor carved your
guts out, slurped up your brains like carte' dor
while I recorded it on a holocron orb and made it into a darn porn
then Jabba the Hutt bought it for a hundred credits he said it was like an artform
You think Qui Gon is the only twit who can mind trick? Dooku's ability was far more
I'm a dark lord
Makashi cuts through ataru like cardboard

I have the information humanity ain't prepared to see
a real genius doesn't appeal to popularity
and dismiss the merit seen
in unpopular truths with uncommon clarity
or assume just because a popular vote isn't fair to me
 it should somehow inherently
embarrass me
that the average human is an idiot compared to me
I don't care to be
honest, after all they're the sheep

 I'm the untamed beast that you fear, I'm the best, insane with
the raps, and I leave your rep deflated
and swept away with
the current of the flow you under estimated
you support the institutions that desecrated
the earth, and made sure it was kept in stasis
your lying head deserves to be separated
from your neck and placed in
the depths of your retched anus
 for calling yourself "illuminati" bitch, you need to be educated
you probably think people like me should be kept in cages
and medicated
for my incessant hatred
of anything domesticated

your disses are those of a daft twit
a batshit
loony halfwit
who believes the earth is flat, spits
whack id-
-iotic raps which
could have been crafted
better by a five year old on acid
he thinks he can surpass this?
as if...
this faggot
probably surgically removed his rectum and replaced it with elastic
so he could take a massive
giraffe's dick
without getting his ass ripped

Anger issues, go see a psychiatrist,
I'll see you in the asylum like "Hi type1 tell what I have missed."
Talking 'bout the violence like you're a cause for sirens,
Only thing less irritating than your voice, to you, is silence,
You make yourself infuriated as you spit that hay,
That ass be lubricated for my rep that's "swept away",
My rep's been steppin' on you from the moment I invited,
Your dumbass to the site and then I fucked that ass, delighted,
Feedin' me your losses like a Kamikaze pilot,
'Cept it aint like Em's latest album more like an Antifa Riot,
The moment you think you're going hardest you're getting beat up on, made quiet,(Antifa often have this done to them by cops and security guards)
You're less an enemy of mine; more of a self-terminating Cyborg.

Need to split your bars just so it seems you're better,
But every woman with taste knows my flow's that much wetter,
I don't need ty-
pe like I - got a fuckin' stut...stam-eye (stutter and stammer being mocked)
-ball stuck in my throat
I can type like a swift politician like DEBATE ART JUDGES gimme your vote,
'Cause your socialist ass is outta here harder than Bernie when he endorsed Clinton,
You're a joke people watch, but more like Jersey Shore than Simpsons,
You say I'm Illuminati but your pyramid aint subtle,
You're an avatar of shitheads who can't write a rebuttal, (a being that's an avatar is a representation/culmination of what it represents not just his profile pic)
So instead of a debating they deflate their rating to a level so low people don't wanna engage the staged 'king',
What you think you're the King of? Perhaps it's lying,
Lil Pump line I stole is what? Truth hurts bitch start crying,
You wanna spit a ton a lies wrapped with death threats intertwined,
But every single conflict you've had with me on here's been a victory of mine.

"Daft twit", "batshit" "half wit" put in a rhyming word to match it,
Fact is that I'm everything you wish you were you sad shit
And honestly this prodigy does not owe an apology for all the times I bodied you on CD and and here you horribly put together excuse of a Frankenstein psychology,
You keep calling me a faggot like it's something that you wish,
If you were female there'd be an ocean formed if I ate you out, Lil Dish,
My big Pump gonna mumble as I'd dig into that clit and you'd scream RM PAPI CHULO 'NUFF OF YOUR TONGUE TIME TO FINISH!
But since you're lacking in that tunnel it's jus ta grimy unwashed funnel that I'd pitch,
And if it's as hairy there as up there in those videos I'd rather avoid your unkempt ditch. (I can't reveal his face because of doxxing rules but dude needs a trim)