You gonna sit your ass down and learn this lesson here Last nigga called me chump ended up dissappeared never said I was Scarface so why compare me to a movie Im more of a historic figure, call me Mussolini You aint graduated shit in your life so stop lying At the kindergarten class talking bout re-applying Yeah I'm napping through our battle, you the type who gets slept on Crept on then stepped at the end you get stepped over Damn almost fell asleep again this battles such a dozer You not ready for me yet, Who you think you're beating, not me It was your moms who tucked me in but wasn't much sleeping nah mean?
I call chump when I see one, look who got out of bed? Aww, what's wrong with sour? Looks like I got in his head I can tell by how you stretching, those words don't even rhyme You don't need to be second guessing yourself on every line Must be out your mind.. to see a star you need a telescope Get your girl off my dick, she saw the thread and said I'm hella dope I've got developed flow, yours needs a lot of work My next paychecks at your house to make ya mama squirt She asked "Can ya?", Like Obama's birth... I told her yea I got the length comma girth... Don't reply with a lotta dirt if you don't know what the dramas worth
what accent you got where syllable rhymes with unfeasible? north korean? Sorry to break the news but your rap career I'm not foreseein
Anticipation feels like the pause during a coma stent. Pick at lines in my own bars before you can even take a-fense, Bout to handcraft your testament, like I'm a Will Smith. Open doors to punch you like, “welcome to Earth, bitch.†I'm about to go camping. Tell your girl to pitch my tent. Words hit harder than Sutras that goes after Kama's end. Call me captain of the love boat, bitches love my sea men. My philips screwdriver screws divers, like Somalians seize ships. That cheap cologne needs a home on top of a Uranus ski lift. Found you by your putrid smell, need lemon juice to clean vents. Your ransom wouldn't buy a minute of my maid's parking permit. Had to sniff out money every where, that's that common scents. So I, chopped you up in my Blendtec, to be sold as protein supplement. Sold your ass to a Catholic priest, so that he could cum in and repent. Kept your brain in a jar, till I saw ya ma'. She was bent and upset. She begged for head because she gets around more than circumference. Let the bitch suck dick to bust quick and gave a discount of ten percent.
The king's back with a new rap to slap the slack jawed rats into a coma, Getting under your skin and killing you like melanoma Verses disturbingly leaving you with a boner, Sit with my tea pot, drink tea while I'm smoking green pot, 3 shot to the head, fuck double tap, triple make sure you're dead, But nobody's left to battle, the good ones stopped, the rest of you just moan and prattle, "Ohh, you're just lying about the things you have", Don't get jealous because all you have is a sleeveless and a doo-rag, "Ooh, swag", Bitch shut the fuck up with that bieber shit, No wonder you've got such a feeble spit, Regal slits, no dirty vaginas, decline her if she isn't up to par, Can't have the ratchet ho's trying to steal my car or from my stash jar, thats a parr, Shit I'm spitting cut so deep as to leave you scarred as I laugh and chuckle at your peril, Bloodlust as the blood crusts on my hands as I beat you to death, smile on my face, feral, 14 bars, trying not to talk cars or materialistic shiznick, You can try, but you can't beat me, it's like physics.
Then please supreme being of lyrical content so magnificent, can you tell me where your likes went? Your rhymes don't get 50 percent, to your obvious lament Oops I thought rappin' was about rhymin', guess that's why you be the water boy and I gots the Heisman While I'm taking a shower you be crying over your hymen, while I win Hell yeah I'm a faggot, better than being a closeted one At least I got the balls to say I'm fucking gay, I got courage and you's got none I mean I've heard faggot, dyke, whore, bitch and slut At least I ain't got a fear maggot in my butt, did you hit an insult glitch, still riding a trike, I really expected more Really you wanna argue lacking lyrics? That shit makes me go into hysterics I spit fire, glitter, star power, fairy dust and rainbows Your verses evidence of the damage cocaine does Fuck yes bitch I am diamond hard Your likes seem soft, childlike almost Best give up the ghost, can't handle my riposte, I'd suggest studying flash cards.
If you ain't even rappin I'd say your opinion doesn't count, ..So you should prolly stop runnin your mother fuckin mouth, I puff pounds, you piff pinners, you're range of raw talent is just thinner, N beef to me, well.. it's just dinner, You're bitch is hot? Well I just did her, I thought if I Pissed liquor all over her mouth it would make her lips simmer, Sadly it didnt, I missed, figured I'd hit but she held up her dick skinners to block it, she's not a big swimmer, Lmao
Flash cards? You ain't fuckin tough, you just act hard, This bitch is on my nuts, I think I need some kind of sack guard, I'll kill you in your front yard n drag you to the back yard, You's you flow like a clean record.. you ain't never had bars, Annicus?, you see my flow bubbling like it's cancerous, Knowin you'll never win.. so why the fuck are you chancin this? I'm the type to murder everything before have to dip, but you the type to split so fuckin fast I bet your pants would rip, My shit can speak for itself. I don't need to sell it, You could die, your tape will never be a decent relic, you're underdeveloped, you need someone to guide you son, you ain't had a problem yet but you're about to find you one. Let me remind you bums, you can't bust a rap, when you do it's so fuckin wack, Yung Joc wouldn't even sign you son. N for the record, nah, this ain't a debate, I'll hold my fists out, you can beat em up with your face
It was an oddly worded statement if he wasn't trying to rhyme. He does have a point though just not if he was talking to me lol
I don't understand, what sort of a name is @[member="Acidphere"], Sounds like a name picked out by an ED faggot, flacid queer, Plastic spear inserted into his rectum, Girls wouldn't sleep with him, so he wrecked em, Left them mangled on the side of the road for forensics to inspect em, Aluminium foil on his head, so the aliens couldn't detect him, Acidphere, make you lose your mind like I'm dropping acid, Because I'm dropping you, a knife to get a nice slice, no retaliation because you're placid, I'm bored, so I'm rapping you for the second time, Killing you, going to be my eleventh crime, I'm the homicidal modified designated death personification, Perfectly justified to kill you, receive confirmed verification of your assassination, So once I'm done with your degradation, I'll just kick back with a fat blunt from my home plantation.
Dramas strictly for the birds aka the females Rapping those type of words is how I know you be frail Getting in my head? With the spam raps YOU spread? couldn't get in my email How can I second guess my self when I never guessed a first time I KNOW my shit is dope so did you from my first line My girl don't really like your raps she flirts to fill her purse On the other hand your moms? One verse had me sucking on her titties like a wet nurse You far from a star so ill hold off on that Telescope Thought you won the fight but I'm in here to dispel that hope
Another line about dropping acid, what a classic! You're literally the millionth person to call me flaccid queer, so does that make me one? fuck me...Its been a minute, sorry you had to be the one i slaughter first. Yes i'm the guy in the Foil hat speaking gibberish, One shot to the mouth, leave ya Jay-Z with the nigga lips, Ya'll sweet, bout to get pulled apart like licorice Only thing on your girls wish list is a bigger dick, But i aint the one to call out little packages, but i do it anways cause i have the heat to back it with, I'm dirtier than a hippy on a two weak camping trip, Catch me on the corner, same tin hat cracking whips, God almighty? what kind of name is that? Oh yeah its Acid's bitch! You can try to drop acid, but be ready for an everlasting trip, When you spit i'll blast those lips and leave ya with a nasty lisp, so next time you try to pass a rip you'll sound like daffy kid... yo you had to make it personal by saying i bite lines, That shits laughable, made me spit out my white wine, its funny how i've heard all those punches you said before? so now whos the faggot biting similes and metaphors? and i dont fuck girls? shit man i slay pussy for fun, 5 bitches in my pad but i had to forfit on the fourth one, Real talk,even thats shit our almighty god couldn't Forecome.. My punchlines stay strong like the ghost of Jim Jones, Now get boned,I'm out! its time to get stoned out the o-zone from some hash i bought from an Old Crone.
Clearly immortal, Portal to another dimension, I'm raising above these bitches, god status, call it my ascension, Schooling these bitch "Rappers" like a gave them a detention, some of you are good, but some so bad they dont merit mention or attention, Causing peril and strife, dissention, keeping my cool like retention, Lifting all these weak dudes above my head, bench press 'em, Remember, I'm God Almighty, But also British, so don't get between me and my tea, High, lean thats why you talk such bullshit, Trying t act on a next hype, talkin bout emptying a full clip, Out of interest, did you see the nude pics of JLaw? Ohh, wait, they wouldn't interest you forgot you where a gay lord, Only thing you're lord of, my family has a family crest, No go on rapping bout how your shit "Is the best", Already destroyed you once, got the last word in, You consuming grass like a cow, but you follow ME, I'm hearding.
Well we're a few verses in with no official scorin' But I'm already puttin on the crown cuz all ya bars are borin' You're learning it's harder to stay consistent with your past ditties I got twice the verses in this thread than all your posts on grass city! But you've been here since 2012, lurk much? Or you've been saving up 2 years for Wi-Fi to post your verse up His tears boutta burst cuz, he's feeling all sour He ain't real just today's actor like Matt Lauer I'm around the clock like Jack Bauer, the hustle never halts Sour boutta file bullying charges for this digital assault Put it in the books, another sheared sheep like the rest No shame in backing down, you got beat by the best
Slightly Stoopid with the flow, good punchlines, hard hitting lines. Sour - has good rebuttals, works off of what you say better. Sour had the first Round, Slightly had the second.
As a side note, just started a grow journal, Had a few problems but hopefully I've cleared the hurdles, If you wanna check it out, that's great, If not, feel free to just sit back and masturbate, So what, I don't give a fuck, do as you will, Wish someone, anyone, would rap me, but obviously, nobody want's to get killed.
We should try to throw in some more breakdowns like that otherwise we'll have all these battles that never end lol