Newgrounds Hip Hop competition for 2011 MC Knock Out tournament, round 1.
Q-Sik The 112 vs. TehSlapHappy
Order:
TehSlapHappy
Q-Sik
TehSlapHappy
Q-Sik

What do you think?

EDIT: TehSlapHappy doesn't respond to any of my private messages.. so whatever I'm just gonna post my lyrics and he can tell me his later.

Verse 1 (THS):
Qsik, that dude sucks mad asshole
From other dudes in El Paso
Lyrics are undeveloped like a young ass tadpole
Let me ask you, Mr. Emotionless rapper
How do you feel about my asshole
When I shit on you, without any tissue
If it's an issue please tell me and i'll reissue
Lay you to bed and kiss you
Won't even diss you, Mr. 112
Just end this fight before you get hurt tonight
I'm definitely gonna wear that ass out tonight
If you lose to a guy like me that means that you're probably means you need to have your ass loosened

Verse 2 (QSik):
Hey slaphappy whats wrong with you?
I rhyme so sick you get the stomach flu
I was antiabortion until I met you
You sound like a rappin' Blink 182
Ill put you into decommission
You should call me a mortician
You? You get no recognition
Me? Rap? I'm the definition
I saw you with that Hype Track
You yourself called it So Wack
But it wasn't good enough to be called that
Those are some rhymes you'll wanna take back
Your rhymes are so retarded its scary
Man you're so low, I'll call you Barry
or Tinkerbell cause you're a fairy
It looks like this battle, I'll have to carry!

Verse 3 (THS):
Who the fuck are you trying to talk to me
I'll fill your mouth up with HIV
Or some type of Herpies Simplex C
I'll lay your ass out like a simile
Hey, are you the guy who couldn't stay on beat
for his own hype track
Wow, never knew I'd be talking to a dude guy who sounded lame and more wack
than me Mr. 123 5 8 2 9 0 8
Masturbate on every single track you make
Be original, it's that simple
Man get the mic away from your mouth
So the kind folks know what you're talking about
By the way, Mr. Kentucky
If you even win this round, well you'd be lucky

Verse 4 (QSik):
Who the fuck am I? Yo who the fuck are you!?
To talk to me, just like you do
Ill grab your neck, and rip out your jugular
Shove it up your ass, you wont be able to mutter
another fuckin' word, let alone rap
Grab the inhaler, its in your fanny pack
You're the hype man, I'm the headliner
I'm the black knight, and you're my squire
This is a warning, don't fuck with me
You'll leave the room as an amputee
With your arm shoved down your throat
You won't have a voice used to insult
I'm so real that its inhumane
You tell stories like Mark Twain
I don't even know what the fuck your sayin..
Get off your knees! I know you're not prayin..