Sooo who won this rap battle?

This is from a rap battle that was going last night on favebook.


Him: Man crack, yo shit is weak, lookin through yo lens sayin my vision bleek. And ima tell ya just what ima sell ya, the real shit that don't quit tell can you think of anythin more legit?

Me: You talk legit but your shits more like hit it and quit. I got a ton of tricks in my bag, you couldnt rap this shit with a fuckin zig zag. These lines ain't personal, just business. Your lines needs some work, maybe use some tape er, my raps are the shit, I'm stacking mad paper.

Him: I wish I could believe, but your girl had to up and leavr it. Went on over to my dick, she said its the one that makes her clit sick. And crack, I don't wanna break it, but you're gonna have to fake it. I'm drunk as hell and you're sober, so for me, this battle is fuckin over

Me: Haha I laugh at rappers like you, your game needs somethin new. I'm at my prime. My games gonna make a dozen dimes. Your lines and rhymes are running out of time in the limelight. This rap battle will be over by tonight.

Him: Yo shit is weak cuz it took ya half a week to write it down, switch it around. Proof read edit ya did the whole deal, too bad it don't matter cuz it aint real. My shit is from the brain, so don't strain to compete cuz you just won't meet my expectations, no navigation, ten beers deep and I still got conjigation. Just stop, before you get hurt, cuz all night long I do work

Me: You ain't bad for a new lad. The rap game is rough journey, like a tourney you win or go home. Your shits about to be blown into a coma. My raps so good they might give ya a bona. Don't be fooled if you think my shits weak, I give your game to last a week. No need for leaks, your game wreaks. Your lines suck, tryin to make a couple bucks, you rap off luck. I don't need luck, I got skill. I be sittin at the top of that rap game hill.

Him: I wish I could do this withya all nite looong, but I only get a couple minutes on the beat to this song. And yous real good crack, must be from the hood crack cuz you commin up with freebies like you're cashin in on food stamps. Obamanomics gonna ruin our nation, but not before you give into frustration. Cuz you jut can't handle my shit cuz ima vandal, rob mother fuckers and spend it ona handle, of vodka cu I gotta get drunk, but ima never get drunl enough to loose to you punk

Me: Your rhymes ain't bad but your flow is broken. You can't compete so ima keep tokin. You might be drunk but that ain't excuse for raps that are sunk. I'm on the top bunk, you on the bottom. The wood underneath might be rotten. You fall thru, there goes your game. You ain't got nobody but youself to blame. Your lines speak spanglish, that bottle of old englishe, aint lookin too good. I ain't from the hood, but humor me if you would. My whips got rims, a nice even dim. Your whips got tint but you ain't a pimp.

Him: I shoulda stopped at ten but you know that I got you, for every rhyme you spit dawg you know I got two. And I have this thaang all night no matter how drunk I get my shits tight. I'm sorry that I have to out you in your place, but I can't have ya rappin its such a disgrace. Me and you, I think we gotta team up, cuz together we make the ladies stay up, till atleast half past two, cuz pimps like us its just how we do. Everyone on facebook watchin better respect this, cuz crack and me we just wrecked it

Me: We ain't done yet. Maybe for tonight, but sometime we gotta make this shit right. Your words ain't hypnotizing me, you gotta listen to some BIG. Then we head to Cali, to make our tallies. I am going places, like it or not. You join me, our game will never stop.




Yea I got off to a weak start i know.

Anyways, we kinda conversed at the end there haha but I still think It was a pretty decent rap battle.

So let me know who you guys think won.