Wanna step to me?
I'll fry you like bacon,
Fuckin' tired if these fools stepping.
Gonna butter you up,
Let NoNeck on ya
Chronic Skypsterbater,
Slicing in you like pizza

Gonna make you cry,
Like Black Ice on the forums,
Drink your tears like soup,
Ain't nobody stopping.
Be sitting in McDonald's,
Watching and laughing,
At Natalia Kush eating,
After NoNeck's porkin'.

Getting sick of these fucks,
Like McLovin after hearing,
He was born,
To Natalia Kush's E-Peen.
We all gonna die,
Like a diabetic fat guy,
But while I'm here,
Gonna eat you like pie.
Beating on ya,
Like I do eggs.
Squeeze you like a lemon,
Cut you in half,
And drink your blood like a phsycopath.

It's not a good rap without at least one reference to Black Ice, NoNeck and Natalia Kush.

Why don't you guys learn to play an instrument? You know? Something worth listening to?

You don't eat meat, have a mouthful of my nuts

Troll attempt successful.... this dude went full retard.

Computer generated mixes and wind chimes don't count, Friend.

C'mon Michael, that wasn't Epic,
You're off the boil, positively tepid.
I'm a kung-food master, cooking up a storm,
Eating baby back ribs, while you're chowing down Quorn.

My rhymes got more iron than spinach,
Grind yours up like flour,
My beats rise like yeast,
Yours stink, grab a shower.

Its time to bring
My retort to a close
Your rhymes are stale,
Like the crust on my day old Dominos.

Now I've had my tea, my pudding,
And yeah, I've even had supper
I'm not going to bed hungry,
While you're as empty as a jar,
Scraped clean of peanut butter!!!

And yet...I purchased my home with that song....interesting.

Rose Arris had a trading 'issue' and we are yet to resolve. In the meantime, can ya'll step to this?


To the Wolf Pack Crew,
I'm challenging you, to a forum rap battle themed on food.
I ain't looking to raid your district,
I'd rather rap about biscuits,
Put down your wheaties sweetie,
I've had my ryvita,
I'm gonna beat ya, go home and cry into ya papa John's pizza.

I can cook up luscious lyrics all day long,
You overbake your flow, it comes out wrong,
I ain't flagging, I ain't falling off the wagon,
If you're lean meat then I'm the motherloving dragon.
Om nom nom, one bite and you're gone.
If you hear sirens it's because I'm the bomb.
They coming to diffuse me, you can't refuse me,
My rhymes might be whack but I'm rolling in my LAV.

Death Shadow please, get down on your little wolf paws,
I be topping off your pie with my own special sauce,
I run heavy, I'll be breaking down the levees ,
Flooding your warbarge with my rhymes is just par for the course.

Rose Arris you lack the gumption to beat this weapon of mass consumption,
your beat isn't just licked like a lolly, it's taken a thumpin