Rap battle anyone?

[Rugged Man]

I really don't know what to say
When your rhymes is that fuckin gay
No Punchline, no joke
just another mc that choked

[dino spamoni]

they call me the grave digger cuz i spit then i bury ya,
you takin too long after my rap you better hurry up,
you potheads got nothin my rhymes more strategic,
1 second im rhymin, next you cant walk, i leave you parapalegic,
you slow *****s dont no where this shit comin from,
your rhymes suck come back after another blunt,
my flow is the shit yours are far from superior,
ill go forever, but ill leave you when your feelin inferior.

[Center]

I poop in ya soup...
Eat Shit on my boot...
....woot....

sickness!

[TokingToker]

@dino
That shit was whacked get back on track
You call that an attack
Shit you the kind that gets jacked

(fast)
You think your rhymes are hot, I'm taking the spot
Your bitch ass gonna drop, I got this rhyme on lock
Cockin back drinkin' jack, got that fat sack
Still gotta roach, awaitin' my approach
I'll crush you like toast your ass got roast.

[dino spamoni]

i said ill stop but why not embarass you more,
your already dead, no way i can kill you anymore,
ill rap for ever but ill stop when you hit the floor,

im about to kill ya, whatch out when my mac burst,
you better call a cab, or even better, a herse,
you think your losin bad, na, ive done much worse

this took a minute your rap took a few days,
my rhymes flow better right after i blaze,
dont matter that im sober, your rhymes suck anyways

[TokingToker]

Oh you gotta be kidding me
Introducing yall to mini me
How do I battle a leprchaun
I keep missin, even when i stretch my arms
There are seven dwarfs wheres the other six?
And your snow white seems to have a dick
Let me hear you spit
If your lyrics came short his height came with it
Come on I'm low on my budget, I'm wasting my time.

[dino spamoni]

you low on your budget, hah this bitch don no how ta ball
he tryna tell me to stay on track callin me short, he aint too tall

o you changin the subject i see how it is
get this shit back on track,jus like this:

you think your flow is good jus cuz you rhymin fast,
that shits easy take your time to flow and have a blast,
you think you fast that aint shit, watch ima kick yo ass:

(faster)
put chu ona post,watchin you roast,
i aint gotta boast you aint even close ,
cant touch my flows, you try i suppose.

[Rugged Man]

while waitresses take my order
another illegal ran acroos the border
illegal immigrant herder, notha murder
heard her, birds drop words not saddams bombs
theyres never any calm even under a desert palm
of your hand, tick tock on your wrist band
swish man

[Center]

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[TokingToker]

Originally Posted by dino spamoni

you low on your budget, hah this bitch don no how ta ball
he tryna tell me to stay on track callin me short, he aint too tall

o you changin the subject i see how it is
get this shit back on track,jus like this:

you think your flow is good jus cuz you rhymin fast,
that shits easy take your time to flow and have a blast,
you think you fast that aint shit, watch ima kick yo ass:

(faster)
put chu ona post,watchin you roast,
i aint gotta boast you aint even close ,
cant touch my flows, you try i suppose.

I mixed it up, change my style, lika projectile
Already heard your shit on 8 mile
You ain't nothin, cept a pile of shit, you can't spit
So take this as a hint, you gettin this?
I ain't sendin bliss, I'm sayin your piss


(fast)
So you came to spit
I'ma diss, watch this
No betta than ludacris
your lyrics poo n shit
I'ma stop an
Pull on this spliff
Don't come back
Your a fool in the mix
I'm done with this bitch.

Center

I got your attention
This kids locked in detention
Teach him a lesson
Your flows a blessin'

[Center]

^aye...yo

Lets just Flow N Rock It...Supply the Golden Rock Kid...
dont Knock the Buisness, cause my Doo'r? Dun Blocked It!
Stop it! IM good on the mic...hood in ya sights...
causee my 'fashion' is passion, Stood N ya WRites!
Coulda been right - Woulda been Tight... Center an infinite Being..
wit Sentences Meanings...The 'Sun of Christ'... has an 'InTrickIt Meaning'!!
for my Writtens Kids Fiending... its 'OK' I Breeze N Bomb Heathens...
with Breathed Steez N Keyed Frees... then Freeze - Islam Regions!

ok your turn...bring it

[Bong Marley]

Y'all bitches is pussy, ya rhymes is shit,
you want a real MC, this is what you get,
psychosomatic, slightly asthmatic,
flow is illmatic, semi-automatic,
you aint a rapper, just a bunch of stoners,
you'd better serve, as lyrical organ-doners,
so roll me a blunt, and pass me a light,
and please do me a favor, put down the mic.

[Center]

^lol...k..check it

aye...

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N this kid Bomb? Hardly...Ill 'Pack N Blow Ya' like a Bong!..umm..Marley?
haha...yes Slayed N Defy Physics...then Degrade N Supply Writtens...
to Elimate N Situate Wack Pigeons!
ya Gimmicks Fake! go Taste a Mags Fission!
Ess Friction give Vissions Hard like plate N slate Technitians

2 miniutes

[Rugged Man]

as we spring back to the past it was all happening fast
everyone just started at last
young men was still havin a blast still goin to mass
young men skippin class just to dance on the corner of the foreign quarter
all the buildings dripping with mortar
gumballs still cost a solitary quarter
steady b got convicted or murder
life in prison aint no life to be livin
the bridge is over and marley marl just came back over
no more beef after 20 years we vegetarian
never startin beef again
never queef again and stinky gin

I added some more.

[dino spamoni]

Originally Posted by TokingToker

I mixed it up, change my style, lika projectile
Already heard your shit on 8 mile
You ain't nothin, cept a pile of shit, you can't spit
So take this as a hint, you gettin this?
I ain't sendin bliss, I'm sayin your piss


(fast)
So you came to spit
I'ma diss, watch this
No betta than ludacris
your lyrics poo n shit
I'ma stop an
Pull on this spliff
Don't come back
Your a fool in the mix
I'm done with this bitch.

Center

I got your attention
This kids locked in detention
Teach him a lesson
Your flows a blessin'

you only only tryna diss cuz you threatend
if this was a race id be first, youd be second,

i got u in my clutches, you done,
yo scared im hittin dutches fo fun,
im loaded an cocked like my gun,
jus wait ive only begun,
im fightin back i aint gonna run
i cant be outdone

for you i wont even bust out the tec,
my lyrics are sharp theyll cut your neck,
good i dont gotta pull the trigga,
my cyphers bigger,i aint done wit you *****

i dont gotta get physical yo rhymes pitiful,
cant see me im invisiblelike a pro criminal,
yo flow is minimal

my rap is cruel an ruthless
i leave this fool useless,
my flow will leave you toothless

my rhyme so divine i cant even define
wen you gonna quit right nows a good time
smokin a L whys this shit a crime

speakin of the blunt i slash ya like one
then i lyrically smack ya fo fun,
ok im almost done,

you ain seen nothin yet,
i hope you realize ima vet,
now you scared ima threat,
what ever thats wat you get,