Rap battle anyone?

[potsandplans]

ayo, tokingtoker thinks he's got skill
reppin that bullshit thinkin he's real
n!gga step back 'fo i pop one in yo grill
and bury your ass in a fuckin' landfill
i'm fuckin' ill, i'll give you my word
i'll give you two hacks with my samurai sword
stick it up yo ass the way yo moms preferred
and let you reflect on what had just occurred
so sit down charlie brown and let me astound
i'll stab you in the gut and twist it around
my style is so vile i keep pedophiles on speed dial
and meanwhile i'll knock you tha fuck out with this freestyle

[potsandplans]

Originally Posted by backfromthedead

Its not about who wins its about expressing yourself

I was the first to battle toker on this thread and now after its success I have posted some of my beats on my blog

Free Rap Beats

You can use them however you like if you give proper credit and it might help your flow hearing some orginal beats.

Enjoy

Ayo backfromthedead claims there ain't no winners
then how do you explain my twenty-fo' inch spinners
my bitches and hoes and why the yeyo flows
the sapphires in my teeth and rubies up my nose
got platinum plated shoes and thousand dollar clothes
diamonds in cornrows and my pubes made of gold
and thats right it grows, shits twenty-fo' karats
my style's unorthodox like laser guided ferrets
but i still keeps it more than just straight up g
i keep my glock cocked and i'll drop you fo free
i'll cut you no slack even when im pushin' that crack
never hesitatin' to twist yo cap back
i'll end yo whack shit when the clock strikes eleven
have fun in purgatory cause only winners go to heaven

[potsandplans]

Originally Posted by SmokeTrichs

haha thats why i beasted you everytime. You have no content to your shit. No puns, no jokes, even your metaphors are childish and require no thought. Throw me off the empire and tomato paste? that's why i left a mess of you, tomato sauce red to be exact. Yea and uh how are you dissing on american mustle, detroit iron built v8s? what are you some pussy ass driving around in some hybrid prius? and uh just so you know.. flowing for one bar dont count hahah. And as for the shit, thats cuz i am the shit. your lady knows this thats why she's on my dick. look for love elsewhere cuz this aint it. even your bitch is a fleabitten trick. but hey what can i say a dogs got to play. next time i'm diggin it's your shallow grave. And im not even trying. Step your game up.

I got more metaphors than ancient myths and lore
only one word for what i am, hardcore
stab you with an icepick and break yo neck like a roor
strangle you with a fuckin' phone charger chord
and leave you in a bloody mess on the floor
and meanwhile i'll go rob me a liquor store
then I'll call the cops on myself because I can
maybe if you were gangsta too you'd understand
i'm a badass motherfucka facin' the pigs in blue
they don't got a clue when i whip out my seven plus two
pretty soon this battle's dwindled to a duel
its just me and the cop, I tightly gripped my glock
cause its my job to keep the police force out of stock
i'll tear you apart piece by piece dismantle
n!gga i'll destroy you like a cheap pair of sandals
so don't be fuckin' around with skills you can't handle

[potsandplans]

Originally Posted by TokingToker

Son.. Stop talking about fags, before you end up in a body bag
I smoke the best, you smoke schwagg, after I'm done with you, I'll need a big rag
To clean up the blood, you'll have a tag on your toe, your not a friend, you a foe
Every MC knows, that you can't flow, So pretend your a crow and bounce out this show
In the dark you'll see a glow, thats my .45 son, you on death row
I bet you a fat *****, and to get around you probably need to be towed
I don't talk shit, My spit is like mace in your face, burn so bad you only got a taste
Drop you off the sears tower and you become tomatoe paste, easy kid, my lyrics are bass
Your lyrics.. Are a waste... I'll leave you dead without a trace

man both you n!ggas are straight up fags
the only mothafuckas who go from riches to rags
yo shit is subpar a waste like sellin tenbags
and yo face is uglier than a pair of ballsacks
and you think you all that, callin' him gay
when i be on yo ass, slay after slay
I was just on ebay and I found yo moms
with a bid from tokin' and one from elton john
makin' two in total, yo style is scrotal
i'll cut yo eyes horizontally and call'em bifocals

[LegitBaller]

hahah!! thats funny 'yo shit is subpar like sellin tenbags"
i dont really 'spit' but ill leave somethin for the record..
im deep in the game n that aint a lie
it comes natural to me, so i aint gotta try
gimme a dutch n ill get the red eye
gimme a patch n ill grow the fungi
never, is the last time this cat went 'dry
keep my name out yo mouth if you aint gonna buy

[SmokeTrichs]

Originally Posted by potsandplans

I got more metaphors than ancient myths and lore
only one word for what i am, hardcore
stab you with an icepick and break yo neck like a roor
strangle you with a fuckin' phone charger chord
and leave you in a bloody mess on the floor
and meanwhile i'll go rob me a liquor store
then I'll call the cops on myself because I can
maybe if you were gangsta too you'd understand
i'm a badass motherfucka facin' the pigs in blue
they don't got a clue when i whip out my seven plus two
pretty soon this battle's dwindled to a duel
its just me and the cop, I tightly gripped my glock
cause its my job to keep the police force out of stock
i'll tear you apart piece by piece dismantle
n!gga i'll destroy you like a cheap pair of sandals
so don't be fuckin' around with skills you can't handle

o what the fuck this kid is fucking nuts/
get him a rubber duck cuz ima leave him in a tub/
leakin like a sponge from the trey-8 snub/
fuck robbin a store, ill just run up on u an your whore/
sweatin more bullets than sand on a shore/
split open your skull and drink it like a gourd/
straight warlord rollin w 4s and 5s, dont bother counting cuz you're really out of time/
you're caught in a lie cuz u claim to be hard, knowing damn well your bars are subpar/
smack you out the yard w a 9-iron hard, im a fucking beast that belongs in a barn/
but ima call u john cuz u just bought the farm, no nothing doing i mean to cause harm/
even my lyrics got red dots, don't bother to answer cuz you've already been shot/
go an call the cops, fuck it why not, already marked a snitch you'd best hide in a box/
clever like a fox but stink like a rat, no wonder your own hood put a hit on yo ass/

[TokingToker]

Originally Posted by potsandplans

man both you n!ggas are straight up fags
the only mothafuckas who go from riches to rags
yo shit is subpar a waste like sellin tenbags
and yo face is uglier than a pair of ballsacks
and you think you all that, callin' him gay
when i be on yo ass, slay after slay
I was just on ebay and I found yo moms
with a bid from tokin' and one from elton john
makin' two in total, yo style is scrotal
i'll cut yo eyes horizontally and call'em bifocals

This kid thinks he can battle me but I'll beat his ass and get evenly
I'll pay the cops and kill you legally, I never went from riches to rags
But the only clothes you own, is walmart bags, & son I'm not a fag
On a description I'm fact your fiction, I'm boss you bitchin
I'll chop you up like the pig in my kitchen, now we got a situation
You and your friend having mutual masturbation, having sex sensations
Next time you call me out be ready, cause *****, I'm not shaking I'm steady.

[SmokinGirly]

ahem.....



i smoke that KUSH, and i ball like SWOOSH



lol jk dats weezy


this shit is too funny

[SmokeTrichs]

smoked out crazy rooms looking hazy/
tapped some random lady knocked her up w a baby/
wake me when im 80 and shitting out gravy/
heres a $5 spree to macys, crazy? only lately/
stay rockin 'cedes hotter than hades, block out the glare with a pair of balla avies/
stay away from queers cuz they look kinda AIDS-y/

[sinemociones]

I got the rap handle, most bitches wanna' scandle, stupid *****z scramble, a lethal threat, im the rap vandle.-
I speak power in my typing, the ho'z im striking, an unstoppable thief fuck all that swiper no swiping-
I'm fucking bitches till their assholes bled, and the sheets red, cum on the bitches head, then i'v long fled-
No remorse, im mad loco, from N.Y to Accapoco, representin queenz siete uno ocho-
I fuck the flowz till this rap game finished, with more records then guiness, shit im even runnin' the fucking devil out of buisness-
My first murder was this kid named Kevin, pressed with the Mac-11, and sent him n his whole crew straight 2 Heaven-
And ain't no fucking doubt im a straight up sinner, nobodies a winner, who ever's missin' is the person that's for dinner-
And no doubt my ass is suicidal, no god is my damn idol, fuck magazines next to the toilets a black bible-
I heat *****s then re use them as tar, 2 many fallen stars, you'll find *****z fingers in my cookie jars-
I got bitches screaming Oh-No, I slay Po-Po, Im the type 2 kill your whole block fucking Solo-
And fuck it im taking a piss on the game, all these cowards lame, putting every 'rapper' out there straight 2 shame-

NYC flow right here

[SmokeTrichs]

they know they know im pro they home/
oh no, here goes, sick flows, hit hoes chochos, uh oh/
loco, it's so, easy what im dooi/
i aint even fooli, where my paper at cuz im all about my schooli/
keep a steady GP stack up plenty GB, OG, who me? thats right, stay high/
lets take, a flight, say bye, sup guy, u want these, here knives?/
hello, these hoes, jello, mellow, dodo, coco, hoho/
your battle raps are so-so/
*Hiccup*, i just buurped out a haater/
snake in the grass, and i turned him into gaators/

[seahag]

im sick of all your 'threatening' flows.
cause you've got a dick, it means you can freestyle?

rims and blunts wont make up for your weak drum samples.
and while we're on the subject, next time your in cali, learn how to roll a blunt.
women are tired of hearing your materialistic rap flows.
girls walk out when you enter the room.

Mr. cool no more, your my wifes secretary.
Tight skirts, and high heels, is what i see.
James Brown didnt know it was you hanging round the club last night.
Bendin over backwards for the same dick you got rid of.

Put on your bib, dinners been served.

[seahag]

also, i'm a white man, but i respect history more than some of you black men.
doesnt mean i resort to the politically correct term african-american.
we all human beings. then you go an organize us by race. makes me wonder, do you really have feelings?

i wrote this all in mexico, while eating a taco.
like kool keith said, IM SEEIN ROBOTS.
oh look frank lucas is at my door, gotta go.
didnt you notice? dinners been served.

[sinemociones]

the wigz i stay peelin', keep any honey kneelin', to anwswer seahags question; fuck no i got no feelings.-
all my vocals rare, im hitting any honey bare, you refuse 2 use the N word because your ass scared-
and when i hit you watch all your joints bend, ain't ya' friend, i don't give a fuck who i offend-
you just mad phoney, on gc because you're lonely, im killing cats 10 minutes before my testimony-

haha

[potsandplans]

none of you motherfuckers have anything on me
i'll drop yo ass and resurrect you as a zombie
your scent is funky and yo style is pure honky
i'm like glass shards; you cannot stomp me
i'll send yo ass straight up crying to yo mommy
drive by ratatat with a gat named tommy
i'll break yo nose with ludicrous flows
fill you with holes from yo head to yo toes
yo method blows like service from bellsouth
i don't see how you can spit with a dick in yo mouth
so watch yo selves i can destroy yo shit all night
except maybe smoketrichs, that mofug's alright

(maybe)