GrYmStyLe verse 1
last time i rep''d RapBattle i shined
rhymes stay toxic til tha last line
i circle tha net like dead people and chalklines
and still came back to top the headlines
u wanna battle GRIMREEFER be prepared to pay fines
cus lyrical warfare will kill u like timed mines
my lyrics explode upon entry of ur ears
all u hear is death threats leavin u wit fears
i steal emcees souls wit vocabulary and no cares
like shang tsung
but wit an assasinatin tongue
21 years young wit lyrics dangerous anough to get me hung
my eardrums r to tough
so everything u say is ur bluff
YOU'LL NEVER SEE ME GETTIN CUFFED AND STUFFED
I spit that shit people cant get enough
so dont touch tha hottest emcee
fuck wit me and i''ll pull tha trigga
so until u see my middle finger dont talk to me



Murda G.L.O.K.K verse 1
yo i possess cosmic powers beyond nuclear and atomic/
i move at the speed of light and wit'' more force
than a comet/
i move the heavens and make volcanoes erupt/
my heart is black to the core and my mind is
seriously corrupt/
My rays of devastation will shatter the 9 planets/
i''ll absorb all your energy and use it to my
advantage/
u want war? u better forfeit because once
i absorb it/
the entire universe will be out of orbit/
My brain is an infinite blackhole/
i''ll swallow u whole and shit out your skeleton out
my asshole..........what......



GrYmStyLe verse 2
When darkness covers tha earth,GRIMREEFER iz comin atcha, ta blast ya,put you n a casket and smash ya....Try ta run from me it ain''t gonna work cuz I''ma find u, make u hear voices then sneak up right from behind u.... Tear yo ass apart and rip ya spine out ya back... Somebody call tha cops they all witnessed tha gat. I''m tellin yall rite now I hate when niggaz disrespect me... Fuck around and slip I''ll introduce you to this tech 3. Cranial campacity can''t handle what I''m kickin. You can''t ask me ta stop so you better start spittin. I''m wishin, yall niggaz would just listen to what I''m tellin you.... You can''t ignore tha shit becuz my style is just incredible. Them triple 6 niggaz feed me knowledge when I''m thirsty. I say what I want cuz can no nigga even hurt me. I CRIPPLE niggaz cuz it I\isn"t Murda where I come from.... You wanna see tha evilness in me then come and get some. It''s luv to those who feel me and hate to those who don''t. You hatein on me and think you going home , no you won''t... I''ll pop 3 in ya chest and leave yo ass in tha street.... People wanna know what just happened, you felt heat popped by GRIMREEF. You''ll never feel coolness again, not even for a minute. I''ll get more respect cuz they''ll all know I did it. I just won''t give a fuck cuz that''s what happens when I work. You''ll have a NiteMare that would hurt. Mothafucka KAOS AND SLASH are here diggin they dirt



Murda G.L.O.K.K verse 2
Seems like a skilled rhyme is a commodity/a skilled mc an oddity/and 95 percent of Rapbattle spittin lyrical parodies/so whos mad at me/call me beans for spittin the truth/look at all the garbage on this sites and its all the proof/wack verses startin to make my eyes bleed/hopin the wackness will cease i''m about to ask nicely and say please/dont make me react/put out another gem and destroy another would be mc in that act/the challenge on this board is gone/these days everybody spittin the same song/i''m a gangster and dont fuck with me/dont take no skill to say you take lives and you call yourselves mcs?/i never seen so much half steppin/its like puffy picked up a mic and made it his weapon/the wave of wack shit is endless/and on this note i end this/gone from here until i find anther challenger worth my time to slay/another mc worth calling prey/cause ever since the weak ones came theres nothing left to say/


GrYmStyYle Verse 3 the ending
Yo/I''ll plague you with my bubonic tonic/I'LL start to spit ebonic phonix/that hits the streets like hydroponic chronic/connect like electronic economics/make ya shake from my sonic techtonics/lyrically I''m johnny pneumonic/and upon completion/i began unleashing/a venomous secretion/on any rapper that wanted to start critiquing/have your brain fluid leaking/and your nervous system tweaking/you begin weakening/as soon as I grip the mic/I spit so nice/I''ll rip ya twice/and still have time to strip your ice/that''s why they call me SADISTIC/firing Ballistics/hot enough to light up the torch at the Olympics/Armed with the pimpist linguistics/and a style harder to read then heiroglyphics/so get with this/you continue to bring your hate/I''ll decimate your unsafe fate/make your ice liquidate/and your brain sedate/I predetate/on any mc that spits whack verses/got lyricall black hearses/and overstaffed nurses/I spit mad curses/when I get pissed/send fire from my fist/like an Arsonist/make your fist twist/into contorted positions/under any condition/I beat my opposition/to submission/have weak rhymers drowning/on there lyricall christening/I begin chipping away at stone structures/so tight you won''t find no punctures/I function/like a continuous conjunction/readily firing/with electromagnetic wiring/got me spitting 16 bars without tiring/no lying/you try deciphering/I''ll have your brain frying/NO DOUBT-IM DEATH DEFYING



Murda G.L.O.K.K Verse 3
it aint nothin but hip hop music, but wack niggas always seem to abuse it/with a wack
verse dispersed like u rap reverse,about to burst, wit anger cause niggas is
worse/than seeing ass and being impotent/omnipotent jewels,infinite tools rippin
through/ya facial,aint nothin racial just ready to replace you, deface you/ like graffiti
but its art, ya mind think tough but you cant fool ya heart, tellin you to play ya part/my
philosophy of life philosophically when i write/tell of trife tales short and concise/precise
like Vietnamese marines wit a machine, in fatigues that blend in wit leaves,and rip ya
sleeves/a rap overdose to leave you comatose and roast ya brain/ like baking soda
and cain/through the heartache and pain i remain like a tablecloth stain/bangin till we
all insane/never proclaim, to be the best nigga u heard/ so when u tell me u the nicest,
dog it sounds absurd/but my flow is hot/ i cant be touched like back in the days and i
said circle, circle, dot, dot i got my cootie shots/a vicious rapper, who slaps ficticious
actors backwards/ and snatch their passwords like hackers/ wit no way to track
us/niggas must be on crack like Gator was in Jungle Fever/get smacked wit the heater/
and lose about a liter, of blood/scud missiles, slugs whistle, thru mid air and crack
bones/ ricochet off the wall thru ya home/thru ya little neice dome, it never stops/even
if i get locked the glocks will continue to pop/unorthodox rhyme stlye, meanwhile/ you
and ya crew sound alike on the audio file/what part of the game is that, when u write
ya man raps need to take that shit back to the lab/and concoct a homicidal recital like
mine/ bible scriptures and idol fixtures breakin ya spine/the line intertwine wit ya
mind/divine spirit inherit a golden halo/and wear it when i battle so next contenders
best to stay low