AJ The Menace vs. Baron Mynd

What’s a dandy lion to a dandelion? I pay you no respect.
You’re a complete lollygag, that means a wooden joke in text.
This a goal I’m getting strolling effortlessly toward an open net the goalies left.
Your punchlines are full time faggot. This ain’t gonna go to pens.
I’m overheads like a rainbow kick; you won’t impress with that Age old shit.
If I raise both fists, it ain’t to issue your eviction order.. but you better take notice before I break noses.
Save those biblical babbling’s, your favourite author is a lie,
The truth is Age, you relate cause both your stories are contrived.
All you do is cry about hate votes - morning, noon and night
I’m sure that you could find a way to turn even water into whine.
I’ve been the thorn that’s in your side since I arose,
A giant slowly rising, growing silently pasture pile below.
Manure wack. Fans of Rap-Royalty pray that after defeat
he’s ran to Netcees, and ‘leaves in private’ like Adam and Eve.
The nerve of this parableplegic is gettin’ embarrassin’; you’ve never been adequate
in any stage of writing, I’m Age-defying like Jennifer Anniston.
Your heads on my sack religiously, so anything after this
false as the manicured nails MCD buried your casket with.
You’re not a menace you sack of shit. Been a faggot past and present.
Now you’re a shadow of your former self. You’re a phantom Menace.
A sith you could beat me! I Yoda kid a neckline fracture
Dagobah for bar with me, you’ll need a Jedi Master
and have an Empire back ya, or I’m Tatooine your face
for calling me out short of a thousand like Methuselah’s age.
You’re two and the same since Enoch sonned you. I’m on a fact stating mission.
Let’s not bash faithful Christian’s, the kid a fool.. a bigger tool than man-made religion.
It’s last place you finished in the human race; threw away the lead you took
You were straining keeping up. I grew in pace, now eat my dust, til you can make a decent run.
I’m through with training. Seasons done. Been and won while you were exercising your demons,
If bible believers getting cross, I’ll crucify him with Jesus.
Why are you even here? You re-appeared tryna make us believe
but take it from me, heavyweight boxing’s the only AJ-Fury were waiting to see.
You’ll get knocked straight off your feet for trying me here, dawg
Ain’t nothing real about you. Everything you write is Amir Khan.
A mere con, get it? ‘Cause you a prisoner in your own mind
for thinking the SkySports your imaginary friend. This is Showtime.
The Klitschko Bros prime against a soup can - I’ll end it too fast
No contest. Aspartame’s far too sweet. I’d never do that.
The left’s a loose cannon. You should have tried ducking these
before you lose your belt. Suture self once your eyes cut and bleeds.
You lost already. I was offered entry to Fight Club for free
but I preferred tasting Earl Grey, it’s more my cup of tea.
I wanted five hundred EACH! You were a pussy from the start
wouldn’t agree to my shit, and pleaded a fifth like the ‘Murrican you are.
I could double this in half the time with a quarter of the effort
‘cause your skill set’s so ‘minute’, I could slaughter you in seconds
and without ordering the letters into those caps that you have
to emphasise a point. I capitalise on the fact that you’re wack.
You’re battling manic schizophrenia. You’re mentally insane.
This a baptism of fire for you to dance with the devil in diss May.
Hell is what awaits for you, in the end there’s no escape,
even when you’re feeling brave again and ready to regain
any semblance of your senses; you’ll remember me ‘cause Age
I’ll be there to lead the way...
treading on your cranium, just to make sure the depression weighs heavy on your brain.
You’re everything I hate in text; I’m proof of good not winning evil.
Already beat you once. I’ll Ice Age Too if he Pixar sequel.
We’re different people, me, you and your split personalities
and not one whimsical fantasy has it in them challenge me.
Quit with the faggot-tree, your shear snippets show why we have to weed you out.
Oaks take form from acorns. You’re planting seeds of doubt.
Always leaves around June, the board flourishes for the rest of summer.
Well I’m a self-raising flower - I was made for the pressure cooker.
There’s an oven in Hell’s Kitchen, I trust you’re a fast learner
‘cause womanly well-wishers get put on the backburner.
You’re the funniest Frankfurter. Silly sausage, empty your bread.
I’m hot, dog. You mustard misunderstood now you’re tryin’ da ketchup instead.
Everyone’s says I’m on a roll. You’re straight buns, quit copying me.
I promise you people judge a Shepherd by the flock of his sheep.
You don’t wanna get fleeced. I had paid shows every god other week.
Guess you’re proof of just how far my livestock has decreased.
Old McDonald would seethe if he could see me now. Fuck what he thinks.
What goods the opinion of some fictional old man that doesn’t exist?
You’re dumb as the scripture writing. The script you’re writing has to go
and your votes are the same thing back and forth like a palindrome.
You have a soap opera style full of re-runs and repeats
with nothing of real value to offer, but ya show up every week.
Once you were decent, and some hope he’ll return to the former glory
they saw before he was churning our nothing but boring stories.
Plot twist. I’d be turning in my grave if I were a Hall Of Famer
you’re the worst to have disgraced the site. These words the call of nature -
I’m sure ya pissed. You’ll call it quits before I call it a night.
I can tell he phony without telephony. He scared to put it all on the line.
This moron can’t buy iPhone’s cause Apple’s are forbidden fruit.
I’ll ring your stupid neck faggot, you couldn’t stick it to me with Gorilla Glue.
I’m in my groove like laminate flooring. I don’t have to cut corners,
you’ve been handed the short end of the stick in this magic performance.
I wand to spell the end of this trick like “Abracadabra!”
while spreading wildfire, since he’s a natural disaster
inferno mercy. Tsunamis will storm your defences.
Lemme at ‘em, I’m Eric Harris if you want war in the trenches.
Call him a medic. I won’t even Columbine name
I’d put ‘He’s A Bitch’ on his obituary, then his loss column by name.
Bye nameless faggot. I Excel while a higher PowerPoint to your words.
Choirboy shouldn’t cursor OneNote out of him tryna voice his concern
I’ll Office head. Change your entire Outlook like Windows 10.
I’m a Mac daddy. You’re Microsoft, must be wired different then.
This bitch should get with the program. There’s no damn doubting
He’d sell a butt if he weren’t celibate. He enjoys when a prolapse round him.
Butt how can I claim that you’re gay when you’ve done no ass pounding
and you’re the type to walk up Brokeback Mountain...

just to hold hands down it?

vs.

I'll *blare; you'll taste sand*, baron mynd? LOL! All of netcee's share your faith man!
I'll air this fake man! This seer will 'make a prophet' when I turn Baron's Mynd to a *BARREN WASTELAND*!/

I'm raping this narc; pay with a dart to your neck - I make statements with bars!
I'm sedated as czar; even if you *CAPITALIZED WITH THE PEN* you wouldn't be State of The Art!/

I sing devotion; leave you in the blue ocean with fleece erosion!
This isn't netcee's, it's raproyalty! I got a *RING OF FIRE* for your ring of voters!/

I'll slaughter this men! Somber with phlegm; Sodom amends!
Throw you down a bottomless trench! You may spit *FLAMES WITH THE PEN* but my flows WATERS THE PEN!/

I'm a freaken' hero; cleopatra with the pen'; I can tell how you write will reach the zero!
BOOM'S THE BOMB? I'm leaking tears so! Because he *SUCKS SO HARD* he's the type to *BLOW UP* before the timer reaches ZERO!/

I'll ABUSE THIS MEN! My mouth is cotton candy; fuming phlegm!
Your doomed to end, boom descends? But I'll *TEST YOU SO HARD* you'll LOSE THE PEN!/

I'm slicing your propane! You can't sea the rainbow my flow paints!
I'm fast on a slow day! This kid think he's *DOPER THAN ME?* you must be higher than cocaine!/

I'm the eye of lines, dead man, AJ The Menace,? I've knocked you out of the equation; I'll make the pie divide!
I have righteous lines for your type of guy! Because even if you *READ DR. SEUSS ON A AIRPLANE* you wouldn't be fly with rhymes!/

My rapping is gluttonous! Rummaging through samples, touching the sustenance!
My rapping is loveliness! I got a *BIG PUN* for this wack rapper; that's CAPITAL PUNISHMENT!/

I have righteous lines, time divide's; and my lines divide the sky!
You'll subside to my flyest lines! Because even if this demon *APPLIED SCRATCHES TO YOUR TEXT* you wouldn't be TIGHT WITH RHYMES!/

You'll die to a formed tsunami! Your a dog bitch fighter pilot that's doomed to a *BOOM* kamikaze!
I'm the gloom in Nagasaki! I'll *MAKE YOU FOLD* like ORIGAMI!/

I'm rich in taste, you're dirt poor! I'll bury you beneath the earth's core!
I've birthed scorn! And this *KID CAN'T TOUCH THIS HOLY GHOST* like the EGYPTIAN FIRST BORNS!/

I'm tenacious with raps! Sagacious with raps, savor the clan!
My crew will be tasting this man! The dragons will *CLAW AND AFLAME YOU* than *THIS SNAKE* will make it a w(r)ap!/

My phlegm will hang bottles, descend and end your full throttles!
Your bars are so hollow! That's why you're *MORE OF A POSER* than INSTAGRAM MODELS!/

I'll maw as tyrant, I've pawed through cypress; and enthralled the highest!
I'll maw this typist! What is this battle of *WALLS OF TEXT?* than this is the *MEXICAN WALL VERSES THE GREAT WALL OF CHINA*!/

I'm a righteous assailant! Pious with statements bitch! My rhymes are amazing kid!
My lines are amazing sid! You smoke A-J-? Keep smoking weed; how can you *DEFEAT A DEMON THAT'S HIGHER THAN ALIENS*!/

I'm rapping with kick! I'm the type of guy that gets all the damsels in mist!
Your rapping with this? LOL! My raps will have you *HANGING BY A THREAD* than I'll *LITERALLY HANG YOU WITH IT*!/

Your diminished to nothing, my *GUNS WILL MAKE YOU LIE* LIKE my clips will be bluffing!
My pen's existing for something! Your a british *CHRONIC MASTURBATOR* what do you think they meant when they said *THE BRITISH ARE COMING* *THE BRITISH ARE COMING*!/

I'm NOAH'S ARK! My will flow will part the seas for the oceans heart!
My flow is art! When I spit flames, you're a *SUICIDAL LOSER* while I'm *JOAN OF ARC*/!

Your not touching my sweatshirt! My raps make my phlegm squirt!
I'll bury you in the red dirt! I *DEVOUR EMCEE'S* I'll *EAT YOU FOR BREAKFAST, LUNCH, AND DINNER, AND DESSERT*!/

My guns will *POP* bitch, you're not jew, but I'll burn you to a crisp like Auschwitz!
My matic wlll pop pigs! And I'll pull the gun to make your *JAWDROP* at the *DRAWBRIDGE*!/

I'm sick, rapping cancer; I'll sleigh when I make you have a *REDNOSE* ask that faggot prancer!
I'm sexing a dancing dancer! I'll *STAB THIS RAPPER* and my Cotton Candy Mouth; will devour this *CANDY RAPPER*!/

I'm a leader like *ADOLF*; I'm a speed demon; you'll pay sloth!
I rape clause! And if you *BITE A BAR* I'll *BITE YOUR FACE OFF*!/

I'll have you disappear from your mistress; I'll peer from your wishlist!
Revered in a scrimmage? You can try to *RUN AWAY* but how you going to escape a *MAGICIAN*!/

I'm discerning from a glimpse; I'm urning from the rip!
Learning in the spit! I'm a *ILL DRAGON* I'll *BURN YOU TO A CRISP*!/

I'm dislodging this flege; sodom and gommorah gotham when read!
Solemn with pledge! I'm a assassin, I'll *DECAPITATE* this topical head!/

I'm fulfilling woman; I have such a love for matics; I conceal concealing!
Reveal revealing! Because I'll *TAKE YOU TO THE STREETS* than *KILL YOU IN THEM*!/

Stop wussy! This is fin for your career; I'll eat sushi!
Your a weak rookie! And you don't *POP MATICS* but it's like I have *TWIN PISTOLS* How I *POP MY COLLAR* and *POP PUSSY*!/

You a veteran? Discerning as melt? But I'm learning as well!
Baron Mynd vs. Deadman - words from a spell! But if you *PASS THE TORCH* I'll have you BURNING IN HELL!/

I'm *ILL AS HELL*! You must be high if you think you're ILL ASWELL!
Kill this shell! And I'm a black magician, I'll *SEAL YOU IN THE BIBLE* so you can *KILL YOURSELF*!/

I bludgeoned earth; I'm the sun of worth from the suns of earth!
Tongue will thirst! Because when you see me *win(d) a round* that's how FAST MY PUNCHES WERE!/

I'll parade as a fair, my circle will have you laying in squares!
Saying you'll flare? Saying you put *GUNS IN THE AIR* MUTHAFUCKA I put *BLADES IN THE AIR*/!

This is the 66th bar? I'm 666; I'm truest emcee!
This is *STAR WARS* Icing on the cake like Gretzky! And I'm ordering *ORDER 66* on NETCEES!/

You're a CHUBBY WENCH; with TROUBLED DEPTH!
I'll give you a lovely death! And your *WIFE'S SNATCH* looks like the ALIEN that ATE BOBBA FETT!/

I'm flowing with seas rip! Netcees? You're a star; you're flowing will cease ships!
But here you're *PLAYING WITH THE GODS* like MOSES IN EGYPT!/

I've broke throttles; A-J's a player that smokes models!
You're a joke follow that chokes hollow! We're *POLAR OPPOSTIES* and this *WHITE BEAR MUST BE HIGH; LIKE SNIFFIN' COKE BOTTLES*!

This is a white rapper! You're honkey trash! This mexican is aiming for a goal like a hockey dash!
I have a solemn lash, solemn stance! I'm a *AUTHOR THAT'LL HIT YOU WITH A KING ARTHUR SLASH*!/

I have solace heart; solemn dark in the halls of march!
I'm in your girls walls for start! I'm so good with the *MICKEY D* I made your girl do the *GOLDEN ARCH*!/

I part the heavens, with sounds of trumpets, harps, and the heart of reverends!
This narc is jealous! Even if you were *WAR MACHINE* you couldn't be *ARMED WITH WEAPONS*!/

I'm a clover will rise, I'm the earth's creation; you're over with time!
Dopest with rhymes! I'm Jesus Christ's Sheep; that'll choke you with the *WOOL OVER YOUR EYES*!/

I have fiddle rhymes; a sphinx with a lions tail and riddle rhymes!
This kid will die! You're wack! I'll have you *FALLING FROM CHICKEN LITTLE SKIES*!/

You're wack with the rhymes, I'm attacking with lines!
How are you a british rapper? In war, you're harbored by the *BLACKS OF YOUR EYES*!/

I'm a teacher's pet, I'll have you dismissed! I have a pencil on my wishlist!
You're bars are submissive! You're a poor rapper; while I *OPENED THE SEVENTH SEAL FOR CHRISTMAS*!/

This lame's a hoe! I'm a rapper that plays the role!
I'll take your soul! We have opposite timezones; and you couldn't *KILL THE NIGHT KING PLAYING GAME OF THRONES*!/

My RAPPIN' IS HOT! Commit suicide! I'm 'w(r)apping the knot'!
Your the sand in a box; that's why I'll *PUT THIS JOKE IN A BOX* like a *JACK IN A BOX!*/

I'm the sodom of mouth; solemn with bouts'!
Claw through your trout! If you're 'the talk of the town' you're being *GOSSIPED ABOUT*!/

I'm never forsaking eleven, the ancient of relics!
Sacred and zealous! You 'make a bar' while I'm 'THE MAKER OF LIGHT THE MAKER OF HEAVEN'!/

I'm sacred with lyrics; the patience within' sin!
You're a 'old head' while I'm *ANCIENT IN SPIRIT*!/

I'm the sun's star; I have the 'drive to succeed' in a sponge car!
I have mud mar! *YOU'RE WACK*; this is 100 lines; but I just defeated you in one bar!/

Baron came through here. Echelon just isn’t good


V/BM

Echelon’s unmedicated mental illness in early 00’s longbar format >>>>>>>>

Baron wins, because he had far fewer misses and wtf bars. Echelon, I am trying to be nice when I say this, but you’re either trolling with like half of those bars, or you need help that goes beyond text battle tips. Your flow is better and there’s less random nonsense in your verse than most of what I’ve seen you post here. Maybe longbar is your thing? Your actual punches and concepts though. Put a joke in a box like Jack in the box? You’re trolling right? You’re the “sodom of mouth”? You drive a sponge car? You rape clause? You conceal concealing? You’re either trolling or you need to lay off the drugs, the Christian mysticism, and the JMT vinyls


BM

v/BM


im going to be frank. Echelon you need to have coherent punches. you can be abstract or elude to a specific thing,topic,noun etc and still make some kind of sense. i feel like a lot of your punches have little to no relevance to the set up or even the start of the line it finished. BM you have some misses here and a lot of jabs. polish your punches a bit more but you did enough here to take this.

GOOD.