Group Rap Battle

Gatorades such a wuss that he’s gotta team with ratman

Winning will be a dream, they gonna bomb this like the Fatman*

They a no show, all they know is how to feed, feed, feed

But my flames are the one's being fed, burn you so quickly there won’t time to concede

Your guys’ rhymes can’t touch us at all

But one bar from us will send you to ratmans ice wall

I'm not gonna worry or testify to my god for a pra-yer

When I'm only going against inanimate fraud objects, not a player Bringing in solely big guns, time to humiliate this beverage

I'm bring several rounds of automatic ammo like a crime for some leverage

Quitter in RM, sounds like pathetic Joker talking in slowmo

He's bitter cause he lost his spot at the top, not the star of show

He's not the Vader to the Empire, he skidding away like a blown tire

Time for me to pull out my light saber and set his skull on fire

Gatorade height of his life is a hot lip-lock with the Madman

Gatorade's just another typical low life pathetic stan

Sticks and stones can break bones, but words hurt RM more when discussing his throne

Alec took his crown, and he wen't down, with a frown, he was all alone

Looking at the two clowns, the Stan and the Eminem

One is milking likes like Farmer Joe, hoe got wrapped in another realm

The other one had his life spun downhill, he is not viable

Undeniable that me and the Phoenix are reliable

Spinning them around like a helix and making you nauseous, we're liable

My first rap battle up against these shits who can’t even put up a good fight

You guys tryna touch me but I’m just watching from up here with the best rapper on the site

Ratman, your raps are worse than your debate arguments, didn’t think that was possible

It’s pitiful to see you guys try so hard, but we’re not sausible** 

Gator, every rap battle you enter you come out with a third degree burn

And now you brought ratman along to churn in your boiling urn

I'm evolving into a new man like the pokemon

Revolving in the heads of the fan that needs oxygeon

Rhymes putting Supa to bed, that's I what I said, goodnight moon

Gatorade copying the RM run on sentences that goes out of site soon

Seeing is believing, and that's not some cringy hyperbole

Second stanza emphasized the lip lock, didn't mean for him to lick his pee

Every flow, every verse, came from the RM curse

Of being hated and baited with the like an innocent woman with a purse

Getting robbed by the gang, with a bang cause of your ignorance

What are you gonna do? Go on a tirade*** cause your bliss, that's the difference

I’m a phoenix, perfect for burning nobodies like you two

But I doubt you can even understand us with your combined negative iq

RationalMadman, an ego so high it broke the ceiling

Oh, I’m sorry did that hurt your feelings?

Gatorade’s bars sound like a dying skink

Almost as bad as that shit excuse for a drink

Your raps are more of a lost cause than Philly, no decree

Playing cold like Jack Frost, I came in a bit chilly

Saying mafia is lame, but what's lame is your contribution

Calling out the people who were here for this revolution

Falling down like a beaten beetle, I call me a peer mentor

Eaten and feasted like a lentin meal made by the local pastor

Dear God, send this man a will after he yells and vents into his keyboard

Cause holy moly, he turns red like Elmo and sells his whole off to a hoard

*The atomic bomb dropped on Nagasaki in World War II

**Definition of suasible: capable of being persuaded : easily persuaded By: Merriam Webster

***Definition of tirade: a protracted speech usually marked by intemperate, vituperative, or harshly censorious language By: Merriam Webster

Notice:Note to voters: Xan is an abbreviation for xanax, a type of drug.
Sultan is a type of King.
Beat to Loop (right-click the video and click Loop won’t work on free YT for smartphones but works on all other platforms): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jz89gvL8OxY
[Gatorade]  
Yeah, you’re damn right, we murder, no- destroy you like the Fatman,
Bitch, you’re praising me, if I can spit bars like the Ratman, 
Not like these shit mumble rappers, rapping ‘bout weed and xan, 
We have the bars like a king, a fucking Sultan.

This is a no-go zone for your broken flow joke of an art-form grab a thick rope and show us how you chokehold yourself end-from-start,
You’re fuckin’ with the undisputed, undeniable rap gods of DART, 
We hit hard and fast, then rip out your heart. 
Your flow’s terrible, like some shit you got from Walmart.
Yeah, you’re a damn Water Phoenix, even you know you can’t spit fire,
Can’t listen to your shit rap without getting tired, 
Say you burnt us real bad, but even God knows you’re a liar.
[RM]
Try to Nagasaki the madman, Japanese ninja-batman,
I’ll take your dud-bomb and remind your partner what you just admitted, your dismembered rap-style resembles the contents of a trash can,
You’re getting smacked by a rat, man, try harder to be a pussy cat, or my gat blams,
And your dreams’ll disappear, you’ll regret not feelin’ fear, steppin to me was a bad plan,
Don’t need to testify before your God, ‘cause his support’s what I got,
I’m a force of nature, you’re a ball o’ paper, only rappin’ your good for’s your hand wrapped around your two-inch cock.
[Gatorade and RM]
G: I hear they bruised your ego and hurt your feelings-
RM: I hear we’re zero; nobodies and and these dweebs thinks that they’re so appealing.
G: Well if typing bullshit makes it true, then we’re winning and we’re damn Kings!
After all, fantasy land’s the only place where negative IQ even is a real thing,
RM: How about the reality that I got every medal, I earn my worth, then again… I guess it aint always true, them accepting this was a free win.
G: If your ego breaks ceilings, then I guess the real meaning of the bar is that your ego’s a powerhouse and these worthless scrubs come like magnets on the other pole; humble, negative leeches ripe for the stealing,
RM: Watch ‘em latch on to me, tryna get me hurt, pining to ingest my worth; I’ll break their egos ten times worse, little runts’ll be reeling; no medicine or miracle on Earth’ll get ‘em healing.
They say they’re revolutionaries, and my contribution to the site’s that of a weakling,
If I’m a weakling and have this many more medals ‘n’ hype than them, I guess the only thing they’re revolting
RM: Watch ‘em latch on to me, tryna get me hurt, pining to ingest my worth; I’ll break their egos ten times worse, little runts’ll be reeling; no medicine or miracle on Earth’ll get ‘em healing.
They say they’re revolutionaries, and my contribution to the site’s that of a weakling,
If I’m a weakling and have this many more medals ‘n’ hype than them, I guess the only thing they’re revolting against is their inescapable need for conceding.
G: SD Sucks, the D stands for the doom he faces in his religion’s hell for the severe sin of rebelling against God’s chosen elite; sacrificial lamb bleating; ripe for defeating.
RM: Only way they’ll win is if haters of mine fake-vote; these Wet Pussied sluts know our game’s Well Played, so Why Pretend? Our V is for victorious, their V’s watery from cheating.
G: This kid is posting shit like ‘AMA I moderate a chatroom I host tournaments, give free things!’
RM: Only part of his moderation worth celebratin’ the fact ‘Discord’ is the atmosphere; unappealing.

I haven't this much inflation since two thousand and seven when Bush lead our nation

Acting like your a god and a prince but you're more of an annoyance like sandy shoes on a vacation

You more of a nerd, going to band camp and you're just a nuance to the facts of folk lore

Fucking absurb to call you a god, you're just an addictive delusional power whore

Your rhymes are a sedative, your line as conclusional, you're being unusual

For someone who left this site for a night then crawling back for attention it's institutional

Inflating like hyperextention, full of salt on the wound cause Gatorade's flow is theft

I'd rather drink Powerade so they are all doomed because I became deft

Groomed like a dog, but I bred into beast, I'm just the definition of fucking perfection

Still like a log that these bars do not move me, only and soley back in the past when colds were a deadly infection