Yo Masta - I fucked ya sistah

Hey Masta, the disasta', eating another spoon full of pasta, you're full of bologne, thinking you own me, I fart in your general direction, there's no suspension, you best put on your earmuffs now, I'm about to hit ya hard so bow, down to the king the Slim Trickster, the guy who fucked both ya sisters, yeah that's right you heard me, took 'em in the ass then had desert g, wo-oh, oh-no, he didn't just go where I think he did, did he? You fucking kidding me? I'll go there again and say it, I fucked so hard when I came I sprayed it, they licked it up from a styrofoam cup, what you gonna do about that now pup?, nothing that's what, cuz you a bitch ass twat, you're really more woman than man, butt ugly though I mean damn, what the fuck is up with you, drinking in the night sleeping in your shoe, now you put your pride away and you're gone to get a tit, you hate yourself that you have pay for it, there's one more whore who will never be the same, never ever fall in love cuz you were so lame, your dick went limp, yeah you're no pimp, when people see you it's: "who brought out the gimp?", I could rip you apart even more, but I see you're crying so there's the door.

Laugh in your face!

Oooh Slim Tricky boo-hoo, I love it i’m actually gonna murder you, for your crappy rhymes gonna make you pay I don’t deal with psychos I put ‘em away, actually you’d be better of dead cause believe me you don’t want me in your head, this is what happens when you mess with the Masta, cause I go fast’a and you’re not gonna last’a, I’m gold in these here parts and you’re the bullseye for darts in a pub where people laugh at you cause you’ve got no smarts, Masta comin at ya so get it right squirt or I’ll skull fuck you down in the dirt with my words, You pulled the wrong one and now Mastas having you for dessert.
I'm not gonna waste more time battling with a loser who's not worth more than a dime, who’s last in line, never gonna be a headline, kill ya with strychnine cause you missed the deadline you ain’t never gonna shine so sit down shut up and start ya whine.

Fucking Cry baby!

Swinging high and low - Masta Junkie is a ho'

Well well well if it ain't ol' Masta, humming & strumming like an old Stratocasta', I prefer Gibson cuz it's a real guitar, not a piece of shit for old drunken stars, speaking of drunken, Masta how low have you sunken? I saw you sleeping in a trunk 'n', smelling like an unwashed cunt man, wow the stench the horror the horror, maybe I should just call you a whore or, a drunken bastard without rhyming skills, even if you worked you couldn't afford your bills, fucked up on alcohol and viagra pills, roaming the streets like a hobo junkie, why you even attempt to fight me? hey dude bite me! I take your lame ass words turn 'em into laughter, you're not dealing with your shadow your dealing with the master, the Tricktser, bitch fixer, El Trickerino, while you're more like Steve-O, prancing around and hurting yourself, nowhere near as funny as Ferrell in Elf, speaking of Christmas you're more like the Grinch, when people see you they step back and flinch, compared to you Freddy Krueger is handsome, you're as ugly as shit and then some, you can't even pay to get sex, a whore who sees you just gets depressed, she commits suicide rather then fucking you, still you keep eating Viagra 'til your dick is blue, hoping that one day some miracle will happen, but no girl will ever put her cunt near your lap man, even when you download some porn, the actors start laughing adding some scorn, you've never been kissed, won't put the "missed" in dismissed, never ever feel bliss, just some shit and some piss, your hand won't cooperate when you jerk your own cock, you're the sorriest piece of shit on the entire block, the laughing stock, kicked down by Birkenstocks, your parents changed the lock, the time stops when you look at a clock, just an asshole to scorn and to mock, everybody threw the first rock, time's running out tick tick tock, so here's the question: "What up, doc?", your entire mouth's full of socks, not a word comes out in your defense, and if it does it doesn't make sense, the doctor's called from the loony bin, they want you back to lock you in, Hannibal Lecter missed your company, crying at night: "Where's Masta Junkie?", he's here mr Lecter he's...naw forget it, I sorta feel sorry for that piece of shit, he's brainless and useless a piece of crap, he stinks so much he stunk up my rap, gotta go get cleansed from his terrible odour, see ya at MTV next to Kurt Loder.

The MINDFUCK is on!

Tricky? ass licky? nose picky? Just plain shitty! the game is on and I’ll come out and say it strong you ain’t nothing but a hopeless dickless SOB and yes you know me I’ll bury thee like a real MC, I’ve heard you before walking talking mouthing off like you’re the shit and that’s just it you just have another meaning for it everyone else know that I floor it and you’re boring you should learn how to knit, no one want’s to hear your yadda this and yadda that I would crush you flat but I won’t cause you´re to fat maybe I’ll use a baseball bat to pound some sence in you man how can you live with yourself when no one else can I bet your friends want to beat you merciless and nothing less maybe just kill you and then have a drink or two maybe three and laugh with glee, listen I don’t really want to put you down I don’t make fun of clowns but you’re in a different league altogetha’ you’re the bed wetting ass kissing nobody fella so let’s just leave it like this I would rather kiss a bum rolled in puke and piss than continue this crap cause it’s like talking to a wall that has taken a nap the lights are NOT on and there’s NOBODY home, you’ve got an IQ of 44 do you want some more haha didn’t think so bitch yo there’s the door!

Slim Tricky vs Masta Junkie - The Battle Begins

I'm Slim Tricky you're new hero and host, welcoming all of ya'll to my first post, this new blog is a rap battle contest, it's gonna determine who the fuck of us rhymes best, "us" that's me and that sucker MC who goes by the name of Masta Junkie, I hate his guts, gonna bust his nuts, crack his skull in man he sucks, he's gonna get orally and mentally abused, gang raped like Jodie Foster in "Accused", shit man don't even get me started, when he walks into a room people wonder who farted, but that's just him that's how fucking awful he smells, he died and came back cuz satan threw him outta hell, santa committed suicide when Masta sang "Jingle Bells", that's just a few of the stories that I'll tell, but all in due time all you really need to know, is that Masta Junkie sucks he's a goddamn ho', and by the way who am i you wonder, if Masta's the rain I am the thunder, Slim Tricky, girl's lickety lick me, say: "put your dick in me", in german: "fick mich", the master rapper, lyricist and poet, "You're on top Tricks", dammit I know it, yo Masta Junkie the war is on, I'll strap you to a chair leave you gagged and bound, six feet under nowhere to be found, screaming for air beneath the ground, breath coming slower and slower still, you're one punk bitch I love to kill. Bam!