Kento vs Rudy Rap Battle

[Kento Waffles]

Rap battle with Rudy!

Rules:

You do NOT need a beat to rap with, though it is recommended.

I prefer verbal, but Rudy has requested written, so therefore written. Please try to read it as if it would be spoken verbally, oftentimes in beat to the song posted.

Rap verses should not exceed what would take you a minute thirty to speak verbally.

MUST be typed on the go, freestyle. I will trust you to do this via honor system.

Nagano Akiyannouncement: Rin and I will be judging this battle. We will choose the winner. Be warned. Or something.

[Amagai Kuchiki]

Oh no, I have to battle with you?
Say it ain't so, this can't be true
I get to give a beatdown, far overdue?
Let's see what raps I've got to spew

So, Kento, scary dude, one of the Big Three
Got a face looking like he was kicked off a tree
Voice and flow sounds like a banshee
You're gonna lose this battle, that's a guarantee

You're lazy as hell dude, everyone knows
Walking around in those big boy clothes
Thinking, or hoping, we like your prose
Trying to stand on the tips of your toes

So you match up, to your mentor Zou
You can make like him: leave now, go
Who respects you? I dunno
But they sure as hell don't respect your flow

Sozen Kuchiki is a pretty cool guy
Nice suit and tie
Thinks he's real fly
But he fucked up, and that's no lie
Let Kuroi's life slip right on by

And Axis too, thinks he's strong
B-ball music as his theme song
Looking for someplace he'll belong
Bound by his laziness, all life long

Souza's simpler: a little prick
Only thing smaller is his own dick
Fighting him makes people sick
Anyone can see he's dumb as a brick

Not to mention dude, you're biased as well
Buffing the Kuchikis all to hell
Did you somehow use up that last brain cell?
This battle is done, someone ring the bell

[Kento Waffles]

Note: Raps will be extremely offensive. Rated R for offensive. Cause it's rap battling. Which generally gets extremely vulgar. You have all been warned.

Is that all you got?

Bitch, don't talk character smack. Next to mine, all yours are just subordinate, and plot-wise no better than decorative ornaments, and oftentimes some kinda fufu borin' shit.

Stick a knife in your abdomen, clamp crush your vocal chords, ensures you'll never rap again, 31 sig to your face for when you try to pretend you didn't get your ass beat here in the end.

See after traveling and witnessing decadence, riches, and poverty, I can psychologically break you down, and take a knife to cut you up on the atomic level, and find out that at your basic level and your basic unit of matter, it turns out, really, that you don't really matter. And the girl knew that too, back when you had her.

I am intellectual, and I am athletic. Best of both worlds, book smart and street smart, and white boy, you just look smart. Your verses are pretty bad, so bad it's almost criminal, so bad it's practically Biblical.

Suck my dick, cause I know you dig my body, and envy my masaroti, and one of you wishes he had shot me but even if you did I'd dodge cause tonight you caught me in a good mood so by trying then in actuality you just bought me the opportunity to say that weak is you, n' not me, cause I'm hot, G, and you're just a whore, but not naughty, just trash, say thotty, and after this you'll be able to say you fought me, but that I beat you down and afterward you can go back to playing Yahtzee, which in itself is a pussy game, but shit this ain't the first time you've sought D.

See you claim you're a man but you have fallopian tubes secreting an ooze and it's vile and making you stink while it's also infesting your pubes, and making you bleed when your dad pokes your vag for a use, so bitch, give up, you lose, rap battling you's a fuckin' snooze.

The beating I'm laying on you is so intense you'll have to go to therapy in a fucking clinic, cause fuck foo, I'm taking this shit to the Biblics. And speaking Biblically, reduce you to nothing, like Sodom & Gomorrah, but I gotta ask, when did you become such a whore, huh?

Like I said, I don't need to beat you down with character smack. I'll cut you up while you're off listening to your Dre tracks and then cut off that fuckin' Mathers mask.

[Amagai Kuchiki]

You know, I saw that you finally posted to this battle
Man, I was hyped, but turns out it's mostly prattle.
You're throwing a tantrum, does baby want his rattle?
Want to call daddy Zou, go ahead and tattle?

You shittalk my verses, but I'm something you ain't
Of course they're biblical, I'm a motherfucking Saint
I got immortality bro, free of mortal taint
I'm not limited like you, I've got no restraint

Your burns are generic, we've heard them all before
Oh, shit, what's next? You'll call my girlfriend a whore?
Your words put me to sleep, you're such a goddamn bore
Mind is blanking on clever words, so instead you just swore

I get it, you're scared of me, refuse to even fight
Didn't post to me for a month worth of nights
So instead you call me out to rap on this site?
Think you can beat me? You must be high as a kite

So what, I don't matter, neither do you!
Fucking everyone here can attest that that's true
If mods were graded, you'd get a shitty review
What on earth do you even add to?

"Kento said," "Kento said" is the minmaxers creed
Because while grading OP characters, you must be smoking weed
You pass bullshit through at maximum speed
Quick, let them join the massive stampede

Of dickswinging characters, broken as fuck
Getting your grade takes a whole lot of luck
Allows imba characters to just run amok
Let's face it: your mod skills all suck

I don't need character burns, those were just for fun
And I'm not gonna threaten you, you have a gun
You unloaded a bullet in your own fucking foot
You've lost, sit down, just stay put

[Kento Waffles]

Wait a minute, did you just try to diss me with the same damn thing?! Sit the fuck down, bitch. I AM the KING.

See cause I already delivered the HEAD SHOT, and you're already a DEAD THOT, so I don't even know why you're talkin'. I guess you think your verse is special, but surprise bitch, it's NOT.

I'mma call you an ambulance for this. Nah, just kidding. After hearing your shitty verse, gon' need a hearse cause that shit was the absolute fuckin' worst.

Ight, enough warm up. Time to blitz.

I remember feelin' from our very first meetin' that your life really had no meanin' and I'm not mean in saying that, no, just truthful, just bein' completely honest. See cause you're a monster, your mom knows it, the image of your birth still haunts her. Verse's super sonic versus your pretty pity white shit, your Dre beats, and your Em tracks, and really I'm thinkin' of your gay beats and your fem racks, cause bitch knows you're a pussy, cause you like dem cacks and you love men's ass.

Now, normally, there wouldn't be nothing wrong with liking the same gender but thing is you take it overboard, what with being a whore, and I don't mean your girl, dawg, I mean you, you slut, cause speaking of gender, we're not sure of yours, since you're a bit too slender, not sure you're a man, cause DAMN you can't even weigh in enough for Uncle Sam.

Clamp vice, fill your ass with spice, then cool you with white boy tunes, tune you to vanilla ice. Neck snap, that's what's about to hap, oh, no wait, it already did, AND THAT'S THAT.

I walk in with words, notice you look at the ground, you've used up all your rounds, you're not sure if it's down, and I'll tell you, you're done, you've already taken the pound.

So you wanna box like rocky, we can do that ASAP, I'm ditty behind them hooks like TAKE THAT. Nah, but honestly I should've battled Ahab cause one hit and you're gone, done, off SPLAT.

So you think I can't rap, but BITCH, I AM hip hop and you're fucking wrong, and here's proof. JE PEUT FAIRE LE RAP EN DEUX LANGUE.

You thought you could drown me, but bitch I'm outtie, done early cause one minute's all I need to beat you for this crowd, see?