Rap battle anyone?

[ill bill]

smoke the grass-the dosha, have you relaxed-like yoga,
my battle skills are nasty, like jedi masta yoda,
putcha on ya back, like i was about to stroke-ya,
no-ho-mo, but-bout-ta blow like coca,
my flow wet these hoaxers, like... a super soaker,
im nasty like nas, dont make do you like hova,
this far from ova, im hot like a stove-bre,
the heat turned up, you aint no fuckin soldja
this shits gettin old, its too late to run,
hope you...
"woke up this mornin, and got yourself a gun"

[Retroshark]

so im back again with the deep south flow
and by deep south i mean south london bro
i keep it real yea, as you americans say
talkin bout weed and bunnin' all day

you probably askin "why he rhymin that way?"
well, if you have to know its just how i spray
you may not know the slang cause its a little european
but allow that chat, i dont care cause your a peon.

im keepin this one AA-BB
keep my rymes real simple cause ya batties cant read
talkin bout my ends like its where you grew up
your talkin gangsta shit, but you should just shut up.

i woke up this mornin had my frosted flakes
keep me on the edge, that shits grrrrRRRRREEAAAAATTT!
try to keep up me but yo ryms are just bait,
i come swimin like a fish, my mind dilates.

keep you on the edge just like a cliff hanga
so turn up your speakers cause this ones a banga.

[SmokinBowlers]

now when you cats act cocky, you gotta release
i got a pistol screamin "cock me", i aint aimin at feet

im the type of real ***** who be carrying heat
i dont care you brought an army cause i'll bury the fleet

you the type of emcee who don't bite with your teeth
i dont care for your rhymes cuz you receit and repeat

you only real on occasion, im every night of the week
but you had to know about me so i gave you a peek

[Retroshark]

a peek is what you gave us but we wanted the show.
your rhyms off track so now its my turn to flow.
im comin back with some easier rhyms
cause no matter how i type it you bitches still behind.

i see you readin lyrics trying to replicate,
what you seen on MTV or heard from 50 cent.
my rhyms are all original, never half-dose,
i dont fuck with pistols but my knife is real close.

ill stab you through the heart, make your chest explode,
blood all on the ceiling, all over your clothes.
ill step into the next room to get your mom,
since she does your laundry as it is, ther wont be no qualms.

while shes at the dryer ill hit her from behind
if you need a repeat then just hit rewind.
i know it may sound shocking coming from someone like me
but me plus your momma and yo sister makes 3.

[Retroshark]

yea, that shit was on point, it was on the tip.
tip of my chalice is what yo bitch likes to lick.
forget those little candies that you get on a stick,
just accept the little fact that your bitch wants my dick

heard her tell her friends the shit was heavenly,
got her feeling like shes takin extacy
made her body feel all tingly
but dont go worryin bout people like me.

were on another level, just gotta understand
the thing between my legs ur missin, makes me a man.
i hope this aint to hard to understand
cause your pussy ass rhyms are wayy to bland.

[ill bill]

Originally Posted by Retroshark

so im back again with the deep south flow
and by deep south i mean south london bro
i keep it real yea, as you americans say
talkin bout weed and bunnin' all day

you probably askin "why he rhymin that way?"
well, if you have to know its just how i spray
you may not know the slang cause its a little european
but allow that chat, i dont care cause your a peon.

im keepin this one AA-BB
keep my rymes real simple cause ya batties cant read
talkin bout my ends like its where you grew up
your talkin gangsta shit, but you should just shut up.

i woke up this mornin had my frosted flakes
keep me on the edge, that shits grrrrRRRRREEAAAAATTT!
try to keep up me but yo ryms are just bait,
i come swimin like a fish, my mind dilates.

keep you on the edge just like a cliff hanga
so turn up your speakers cause this ones a banga.

okay, so your european? but im the one shittin on ya raps?
cant catch the word play? it figgas, this *****'s wack,
you was eatin frosted flakes,i was leavin frostin, on-ya-broads face,
dudes such a bitch, jacked-his-dick, asked-his-chick, how awesome it taste,
but yet, I digress, i got a lesson to teach, im violent when stressed
whole collections of heat, i step-in-the-street,
this ***** want beef? he steppin to me?
see i aint stressin it b, he just catchin the lead,
push me to the edge, ill toss ya, leave-ya for dead
ya mouth taste nasty?,yeah ya spit straight garbage shit,
ya girl eattin the jizz? , tell-her, dont spit.... just gargle bitch

[Retroshark]

well who'd have thunk it?
it'd be me who sunk it.
goin down like titanic,
im causin' mass pannic.
your rhymes are off beat,
like a drunken hispanic.
gotcha words twisted but my shits still static.

gota smoke a bowl
time to unwind.
let the herb sink it,
settle my mind.
i keep you on guard,
i keep you off point.
id be givin' you a toke if this wasnt MY joint.

[Retroshark]

i bust a mean flow even tho im outside,
smokin tin foil, yea my brains real fried.
bet you got scared, got you real surprised,
the way my lyrics flow i dont need to be inside.

i just had to add that cause i was talking to someone on aim in rhym, left to smoke and sent her a text with the above rhym in response to a comment on my tinfoil pipe i just made and the fact i was ryming in aim.

[ill bill]

Im risin to the top, in the cream of the crop,
*****z pisssed that i rock-the top-spot, of the-pop-charts,
and when it comes to makin these hitz, I WILL NOT-STOP,
nah dawg, i admit ya shits hot.. like tea kettles,
be me? im hot, like I caught three felons, and pop three fellows
three bullets, three mellons, blast-em up to heaven,
if that aint work, leave em headless like the last-scene of se7en

[GhettoShinobi]

damn yall *****z don't sleep? lol, yall don't got any responcibilities like work or school lol

[ill bill]

spring break homie

[GhettoShinobi]

lol ight i feel u on dat lol i don't even kno why im talking im on the comp 24/7

i got gunz, wit maxxed clips- i slash dicks, and swell lipz -my homiz rack mad chipz, and my fo'z get there throats slit-

[ill bill]

anybody got anything?

[GhettoShinobi]

yeah bill imma type some quick shit for u in a sec, kinda tired though.

[GhettoShinobi]

explode, n lace shrapnel- laid up ina church chappel- fuck around n imma use da ox 2 slit your adams apple-
like minz i bake cakez- n surely if you mistake- my intake- will have u floating down n e great lake-
but this is for example- only bits and samples- i hold ampuls, front and get your shit trampled-
my shit is robus- fo'z combust- n rly i throw thrusts- fuck i even do drive bys in my tour buss-
im connecting flow'z like conjuctions- leave mics wit dysfunctions- i got the hits 2 leave n e ***** out of function-
i rly make da ho'z drip- 9'z wit the new clips- my homie'z get the cash, while my fo'z get there throats slit-