Instigator / Con
Points: 35

Rap Battle


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Contender / Pro
Points: 31
Unmoderated. If I've already done a Rap Battle with you, you're still welcome to accept.
Round 1
RM and KM, rapping today
The fight is in earnest, but both came to play.
With rhyme and rhythm as weapons in hand
Each makes a meter that's (hopefully) planned.

I construct a fortress and tear his down.
But his walls are of cardboard; mine are more sound.
Not huddled behind a leaderboard score
I'm here at DART for something more.

RM's a madman, self-proclaimed,
the rational bit is not yet defamed
This oxymoronic title is clever, yes
But the insecurity I'd have never guessed.

RM's diet is victory, ambition, and pride
When the outcome's unsure he'll usually hide.
The coward is oh so afraid to lose
But for those with eyes this tightens his noose.
Beat to right-click on the video and Loop:

Funny thing this Bible-carrier's put forth to get my ego deflated,
He thinks it's vital to make a rap battle unmoderated, later changed to 'unrated',
If it's easy wins and sure things that I play with,
Maybe this rap battle's a sure win, but how do you explain these losses of mine*, you fake bitch?
It's true this is a free win, you're easy to play with, 
That's why I baited you into debates and now you're scarred as fuck; jaded.

Michael's the site's admin's name,
You're a wannabe, never gonna be nought but lame,
You can spend all day studying my methods; scorched by flames,
But what you'll find is I'm the kind that's never fought the same,
Your faulty fortress, aint gonna pause this game,
You're the type of noob to cry 'TRYHARD TRASH' when come force my way in,
You're getting boring Michael, repeating strategies again and again,
I'm that guy your therapist told you wasn't real but still lives down memory lane.


Round 2
it's pretty simple, Madman, how I beat you twice.
(My name's Michael irl, it's no wannabe guise)
You were cocky, self-assured of your win
How could the noobie turd* ever get a hit in?
I said you were a coward, I never said you choose right.
I'm , against you, empowered, I'll win again outright.

"Never gonna be nought" is a misplaced double negative
It appears your knowledge of grammar's more imaginative
This rap is unrated because it's not a debate.
Your words are grated,  like nails on a slate.

Please stop acting like you're some sort of saint
I'm almost embarrassed to speak of your taint.
You think you're unpredictable, it's not quite true
I've beaten you before, so you have nothing new.

*turd is a less expletive version of the terminology you rely on, plus it rhymes better. (Hint: s***)

Yeah, so let's get this straight; you win 2 debates against me at a time where I'm busy and you celebrate,
Then further down the line come losses from the boss that's sitting here letting your earlygame strategy fall flat to the late,
I murder the beat you can't purge me, ingrate, I handed you two wins on a platter now charge me with assault, you're a cunt that aint splatterin' with no batteries and yet watch the way you're shivering, quivering vibratin',
You're too afraid to swear, let's check that underwear, I bet you're covered in an anal chocolate cake, K-Michael's got a brain that seems to be breaking,
For 'never gonna be nought but lame' is not a double negative,
Don't step into the ring if you're too soft or noncompetitive,
You're like the old man in your image; couldn't compare to me on steroids as I'm taking a sedative,
You're too new to be a relic, and I feel bad for this; like disrespecting a disabled relative,
But you're bringin' out the claws, Mike, spitting without foresight, you're a janitor of DART and I'm the baddest-ass executive.
Round 3
"Janitor" is right, I'm here moppin' up the trash
You're slipping on yourself, banana peel backlash
The corner office*, yup you're grounded by the parents
Booted upstairs because the truth is apparent.

"Yeah, so let's get this straight; you win 2 debates against me"
Look in the mirror, hypocrite; where should the respect be?
This is my 4th rap, I haven't even lost once. 
You've been doing this forever, so I won't pull a single punch

*calls back to your "executive" line, as well as sitting in the corner, as a child does when grounded.


What? I didn't get a single pun, you're mopping up the trash? Think harder 'bout that, son.
You sweep up trash, or discard it, dunce, You've been in four rap battles and won? against who? Your mom?
The only loss the number one, Ramshutu has, is against this shunned outcast, so don't get so excitedly delighted, punk.
I'm like a tunnel with rubble in; You're stuck and the trouble is even if you make this sexual; I'll admit I aint afraid to fuck with you, runt,
My cumbersome bar-length'd leave you mumbling, hunk, if you dared try to spit out what you swallow; delicious spunk from my trunk,
You're prey me Michael, the K is for Kaka, you skunk; you stink of how pissed off you are like the Natives that Columbus would hunt,
Funny you quote Jack Sparrow on your profile, idolising a drunk, I'm the Barbossa of this black pearl; you dare try run it, it's sunk.*

Round 4
I gotta use the mop cuz my opponent can't hold water.
You have diarrhea from both ends, endless fount of verbal fodder
I'm unimpressed by your *ahem* organs, have you no stomach for politeness?
All this septic backwash is boring, I scarcely believe I'm still here fightin' this.

It's a dirty job but someone's got to get it done
No one else stepped up to plate, so excuse the home run.
That's Captain Jack, you twit, as he's made perfectly clear
The rest is just an insult run aground, so I've nothing to fear

While my thoughts are still on sailing, let's not change tack yet.
Your rap's not Bristol fashion, but here's the maiden voyage (the first time getting wet.)
And now that the storm's come and put a hole in the hull
You can look back and be thankful that I made this battle's points null.

Proof of his profile as I saw it (with the Sparrow quote): k michael profile

Bla-bla-bla you wanna blabber fool? I'm spitting raw shit, taking jabs at your core, you're just splattering saliva anywhere hoping some lands on me as collateral,
I'm a superior being, a spectacular animal, I'm the beast of the Bible, Dracula-esque Cannibal, Satanic catastrophe, 
You think you've don shit for the Title of 'Captain', that's laughable! Actually, I've done had it with your fanatical rappin' fool,
Worshipping yourself like you're infallible, spoilt-brat-ass attitude,  I'm a 10 on the Richter scale, you can't fathom the magnitude,
I'm the snake that fucked your girl, go search for Lilith, cuck Adam, you'll find that the feminists think that apple in your throat's more an attractive banana,
You're get you claps from no happy crowd, you can't pull off the bandana, you think you're Cap'n Jack? Well, that's only true if I'm the Hawk that you've been poopin' yourself runnin' from, Sparrow.
There's actually no swear word in this entire Round o' rap, so you'll have find a new high ground to stand on, your ego's bloated, let's give you scrotum-whack,
My flow's wholesome, vaginal, drainin' you of every drop, got you toasted from molten roasts, so black, no soul left in you Adam, Eve is mine and you're all alone, no idea that the spark in you soul is at.
Round 5
No swearing? Ha! It says s*** right there.
Want to proofread your claims before bringing them to bear?
Even if the expletives were done away with
Don't think that sprawling on about testicles will help, Bith.

Don't call me Sparrow, he was banned for a reason.
Go ahead and call me Wilde* if it's nickname season.
Your bolded words don't make you sound better.
If you were half so bold you would italicize your letters.

My final round is here. I've enjoyed this immensely.
I do wish I could hear you rap a bit more intensely.


*Wilde because one of my other quotes is by Oscar Wilde.

Did I lie? Or is it that I just didn't need to try?
I said shit and said I wasn't swearing, dum diddly dum, roll the die,
You're a birdwatcher, right?* Go and try to fly off a skyscraper, just kidding you delusional fool, you'd die,
One minute asking for the title Captain, next minute saying don't name you after the guy,
Well Michael, Jack, son of a bitch, I don't care if I swear, it's a rap battle and if that offends you too much, go cry,
Wannabe Captain that aint Sparrow, what are you? Blackbeard? Black Bird, I get it aye, aye,
My word's the final one, Michael, K, bye. Adieu little kitten I'm a big bad tiger; next time don't fight me; stay humble, be shy.

Despite this being unrated, I would really like some feedback. Vote!
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I said 'shit' without noticing lol whatever
prey to me*
It refers how I beat you twice and how you beat me twice as well.
I said play with twice because I couldn't give a shit. :)
Criterion Con Tie Pro Points
Better arguments 3 points
Better sources 2 points
Better spelling and grammar 1 point
Better conduct 1 point
Michael had the better of the rhyming, the rhymes were reasonable throughout and landed in his flow well, even though the broad structure was more simple.
RM went for the more complex structure and ended up being all over the place. RM had multiple fizzles and multiple cases of simply to force words to rhyme. With bitch - with, game in; vibratin and ingrate don’t rhyme no matter how you bold them.
Neither sides insults were brilliant, RM used his obligatory insults, I f**** your girl, I have a big dick, you suck it, using the word “cuck” and references to semen (one Harry Potter reference from RM rap battle bingo). Not particularly inventive or novel, and the whole core wasn’t particularly funny, or particularly cutting.
Both sides focused more on trying to make words rhyme than focusing on core insults or disses that landed 1-2-3 punches which meant a lot of the final drops felt out of place.
While RM had more insults, in general that were more profane, they weren’t substantively better than some of K’s more high brow references. Though they had their moments - Scrotum whack would have won on its own if used in a better build up.
Humourous and cutting insults, quality and complexity of rhymes (together with fizzles) followed by general flow (provided it doesn’t hinder my ability to follow rhymes) are primarily how I score these.
Given what I’ve said about insults, these are a tie, KM rhymes better and fewer fizzles and his rhyming pattern while simple, didn’t interfere with following his rhymes whilst RMs did.
This was kinda close, so I can’t really score this more than one point either way - but KM just edges this - by one point
Criterion Con Tie Pro Points
Better arguments 3 points
Better sources 2 points
Better spelling and grammar 1 point
Better conduct 1 point
I would say that RM had better roasts and insults, but KM and amazing flow/rhythm. I personally think I would give KM the win on this one.
Criterion Con Tie Pro Points
Better arguments 3 points
Better sources 2 points
Better spelling and grammar 1 point
Better conduct 1 point
I'd say this was a tie. Pro roasted Con a lot but his rap didn't flow well. Con had great flow but his lines were not that good.
Criterion Con Tie Pro Points
Better arguments 3 points
Better sources 2 points
Better spelling and grammar 1 point
Better conduct 1 point
OMG, the vocabulary an literary genius has to go to Con but I literally mumbled the word oh dang when I heard some of pros lines. Too close
Criterion Con Tie Pro Points
Better arguments 3 points
Better sources 2 points
Better spelling and grammar 1 point
Better conduct 1 point
RM’s was super vulgar but he had way better roasts, KM had good ones too though and his flow and rhythm was better, I can’t choose