Rap battle anyone?

Discussion in 'The Musician in U' started by TokingToker, Oct 12, 2007.

  1. This faggot's toast, all his posts are shit shows
    Hittin' all the wrong notes, he don't spit flows
    He writes long, tortured poems to his self
    Self disclosing his own lack of mental health
    Immature, less than grown; needs to leave rap alone
    I bust a cap in his ass even when I rap stoned
     
  2. Ooh, congratulation, you can have two lines with matching syllables,
    But truth is your shits overplayed and unoriginal,
    My timing's Swiss analogue, you're running low battery digital,
    Like I'm dropping bombs in this thread, you coming at me with sharpened sticks, aboriginal,
    And I'm about to switch it, too, leaving you miserable as I fuck your bitch, got her rimming, too,
    And I'm FIMing, to0, weed growing, seed sowing, free throwing, while you spitting crap that's illiteral,
    Touching raw nerves, leaving you overly sensitive, clitoral,
    Drive through your neighbourhood and run over your family, hit 'em all,
    Spit 'em all, I'm pleasant enough when I'm not rapping, but when I go in I'll leave 'em all clapping,
    Leaving arse cheeks red from all the slapping,
    Coming apart in so many places, pulled in so many directions I'm snapping,
    Bout to blow, explode, overload, and bitch, you don't want to be around when that happens.
     
  3. *sigh* 
    Looks like I got another bitch crawling round wanting to take the mantle,
    Looks like I'ma have to squash a bitch again like he's a fucking anthill,
    Please keep it short, I can write long bars, but I know you tend to prattle,
    So round it up, try and organise your shit, have it herded like cattle,
    So when I spit the venom it strikes in one place, all your hear is a hiss, spit and rattle,
    Words in a lyrical barrage, call it a gun, gattle,
    You a tattle, can't keep your mouth shut, Harry Potter, because you a snitch, 
    You try and fess on me I'll have to draw the blade, switch.
     
  4.  
    Fitting that you use the word bored so many times, that's how people feel when you shit out your ryhmes.
    You must be sour since you quoted me from days ago, I bet your girl would suck me for a dollar cuz shes a nasty fuckin hoe.
    Go home child we all know you're 14 . While you rely on mommy and daddy , I make my own green.
    You in the minor league while I'm in the majors, I'm on iphone 7 while you still on your pager. 
    It's a goddamn shame you thought you could step to my game . Your rhymes are like kindergarden , sour heads real lame. 
    If you held the glock, you wouldnt know how to use it , this is the wrong thread for you son, why did you choose it?
    I only rhyme with the last word but did you look at your rap? Gtfo here with that hypocritical crap. 
    It's embarassing for me to have to come back to this thread, and shit on lil niggas like you Sour Head. 
    Nigga you like shaq in the sense that you're through with, nigga you like shaq cuz you drive a fuckin Buick. 
    Should park that shit in the garage , sit inside , leave that bitch runnin, suicidal sad nigga , cryin over nothin. 
    You think you can step up but lil nigga better back off, i know my flow makes your gay ass want to jack off. 
    I am en route you in house , while im the tiger , yous a mouse, while I'm confident, yous in doubt. I told you once already bitch, GTFO.
    Maybe you just one of my admirers I mentioned not to long ago. Im flattered but I got enough hoes on my payroll. 
    Or maybe when I rhyme you get hard from my lyrics, then retaliate with shit you think I'll be impressed with when I'll hear it. 
    It's alright boy , go play with your toys, this is the type of thread where real rappers make noise. 
    So now im done with you , to me your dead. Better luck next time , see ya round Sour Head. :wave: 
     
  5. #27246 bubba ho-tep, Oct 16, 2014
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    Seriously lol that's it?
    Did you knick your clit shaving?
    Quickly writing raps so you could fasten a bandaid?
    Rambling your lies, while all your punchlines hit like anorexic wives,
    You couldn't rhyme if you tired,
    See I can pick apart Any rhyme you wanna start with,
    Then cut through every line like I'm mentally retarded,
    This my spot I called it!
    You need hooked on phonics,
    Snack packs and backpack straps for your arm pits,
    Was it short enough for ya?
    Cause I could wright a haiku with seventeen syllables and lyrically belittle your whole shit hole existence.
    Make a fucking decision.
     
  6. #27247 God Almighty, Oct 16, 2014
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    Fine, we'll talk fucking dissection, 
    I'll go in to your verse so deep, we'll call it an insurrection,
    So let me point out a few errors that may have escaped your detection, 
    Then I'll go back to raps that give people erections,
    "Then cut threw every line like I'm mentally retarded", Hate to break it, you used the wrong sort of through,
    And why are you hoarding the capital "I"'s like they're a currency, Jew?
    And when it comes to making sense, it seems you really don't have a clue,
    I'll call you Google, you seem to have a spare Chromosome installed, too,
    I welcome your illiterate bitch self to try and write a decent dissing haiku,
    And what's with the random capital letters in the middle of lines,
    Ah well, at least you tried, but please, come back with something that makes a bit of sense next time?
     
  7. #27248 bubba ho-tep, Oct 16, 2014
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    Dude for real?
    you suck that bad that you felt the need to call me out on the improper usage of the word "threw" and my capital I's? Lol
    Bro I don't got the time for double checking these lines,
    Im on an app writting raps,
    doing 50 million things while you sit on your ass,
    Every person on this forum knows your nothing but trash, lol
    Keep on running that trap,
    We bring your name up for laughs,
    Real shit too.

    Lol like I can see you sitting back spell checking raps,
    Fingering your sack,
    While you try an teach us English class,
    Your a fucking laugh.

    Oh and BTW thanks for the heads up,
    I fixed the "threw" and i's so now you look like a dumb fuck.
     
  8. I really don't know why I'm battling you again,
    I've already beat you so many times, you trying to come back is in vain,
    Bout to cause you some pain, pulmonary embolism, bitch, blow up your brain,
    The verdict's still out on whether I'm insane,
    Making you flat line,
    Bars so sick, I kill you with a spat line,
    9 mil, draw it, now it's gat time,
    Then destroy you all again when it comes to rap time,
    I'll keep it short for now, I haven't slept and my brains not working too well,
    But be sure on the morrow I'm bout to unleash the power of two hells.
     
  9. Maaaan, I fuck so much, they said I was born with no virginity.
    I ain't paying for no daycare, this bitch gotta be kiddin' me
    Hoes go toe to toe for my hose flow, claiming pregnancy.
    They know I'm a no show in the lamaze class, call it truancy.
    Skippin' class just to slip in ass? Probably just the kid in me.
    Big bad wolf say he get billed pills for Plan B by packs of three?
    Why a nigga lion like Simba? You are just a kitten G.
    Mane, get hammered with nails in your hands for crossing me.
    Stroll ya baby nuts 'round my block and get cracked before you cross the street.
     
  10. Taking hatchets to these villains with my flashes of brilliance
    I stomp 'em like roaches, but they display resilience
    Low intelligence quotients, claim they got millions
    Everything they say's doubtful,
    Blabber mouths who spit a mouthful
    Life's struggle drives me back to the alcohol
    Still I persevere with nerves of steel
    You're trash. Take it literal. My words are real
     
  11. Here to change the channel on you hoes
    Check the news, you didnt know?
    I spread ebola with my flows
    Spit a verse on the plane n it soaked into his clothes
    Told em that i kill it...
    Weeks later now they know
    You get smashed like a thrown pumpkin
    Mashed like control buttons
    And beat like you stole somethin
    Battlin me is like a sh!t purpose
    Like sippin a piss thermos boiled in a brick furnace
    Rhymin savage, each bars a vagina magnet
    Your bars attract lines of faggots
    Think gold bars to flies and maggots
    Come at me.brah
    Here to change the channel on you hoes
    Check the news, you didnt know?
    I spread ebola with my flows
    Spit a verse on the plane n it soaked into his clothes
    Told em that i kill it...
    Weeks later now they know
    You get smashed like a thrown pumpkin
    Mashed like control buttons
    And beat like you stole somethin
    Battlin me is like a sh!t purpose
    Like sippin a piss thermos boiled in a brick furnace
    Rhymin savage, each bars a vagina magnet
    Your bars attract lines of faggots
    Think gold bars to flies and maggots
    Come at me.brah
     
  12. #27253 God Almighty, Oct 17, 2014
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    Why you quoting twice, there really is no need,
    Why don't you look at all my battles and choose to head,
    My words and plead, You'll hurt and bleed,
    But I guess you wanna jump straight to the top for the dirt and greed,
    The dirt's my territory, but being God it's elementary that everything mine, igneous or sedimentary,
    Your shit's evident to me, it's bad, that's relevant, he he, 
    You played ten, lost all, it's like I'm playing 3 for 3,
    Gee, guess that means I haven't lost yet,
    I'll have you crying and weeping to your mummy like you lost a pet,
    She tells you to go play, heads to the bedroom so I can make her wet,
    Nah, just playing, wouldn't touch anything as odorous as you, minge,
    Can see you wiping back to front, hair sticky with shit and sweetcorn, cringe,
    Fist's, swing it, battles, bring it, coz really this entire time I haven't written up a verse I'm just winging it,
    No point in writing major destructive flows, when off the top of my head blows you hoes,
    So now I'm done I'm gunna go, 
    Get in your boat, and start to row, 
    Up shits creek without a paddle, sure you want to do this bro?
     
  13. Continuous flows to grope a ho who hopes for rope,
    Suicide, god caresses dressed in his cloak and starts to choke the bitch for jokes,
    Pussies wet, that pussies soaked, take off the rope, you know the choke was done with rope that's meant to be broke?
    Aha, sexual restraints, no complaints from the girl who nearly faints,
    The saint who made her so wet and sweat she look she she covered with a layer of paint,
    This is great, think you'll win? All you do is cause an awful din while I'm sitting with my biscuit tin,
    Time for tea, dip the teabag in, I'll butter scones with the knife I'll later use to slice off your skin,
    Causing me to grin, this shit's just too easy, come in with a flow so steezy,
    Yours is light and airy, don't mean rapper when I say you're breezy,
    Your shit really does please me, I know I beat you with my eyes closed,
    Are you just thinking of words and picking them with a blindfold?
     
  14. got faded and forgot about you yesterday, 
    I'm NC-17, you rated g, I say shit you could never say
    I rock about rocking my iron tight on an iron mike, call me tyson
    but I ain't bitin
    knock you out with one strike when we fighting
    thats on the street or just writing,
    I really get cake nigga you just the icing
    think its time to throw the towel in
    before my knife leave you howlin
    impressed? couldn't care less
    about what you were thinkin
    you get popped in the head like abe lincoln
    tryna battle me what the fuck you been drinkin?
    we not made to the same caliber
    thats why after I had your girl I let my pal in her
    we ran a train and see I was the conductor
    revenge for those obvious rhymes in obvious structure
    i'd say practice to get better but don't see natural ability
    squashing you is easy, don't give no thrill to me, need to battle someone who's ill to me
    not some herb calls himself Wax Payne
    shouldn't have bothered, my first one left you smacked lame
     
  15. I know you think about me all day long cuz you hate that you were wrong , when I come out lookin better than your sorry ass song

    It ain't nothin , bitch stop frontin you took more than a day to get back u took a month 'n i ain't got time for small game because my flow is always huntin' for somethin' more than yo shit cuz it's so stale and it's boring , gfto with that bullshit .

    You couldn't touch me even if you got a 50ft pole , your rhymes lack in skill and no game in yo flows. And I can bet you ain't no threat every time you come through . The only real cake that u get was at birthdays no one came to.

    You just a kid and like a kid you whine and you pout , haulin around that knife you got last year from the fuckin Boy Scouts. It's ok maybe one day you'll grow to live like an OG but for now go back to askin your mom "where's the fuckin OG?"

    "Sour head wound up dead when he provoked the wrong people " the head lines his mother read as she prayed on a church steeple. You are just a clown on center stage but every but laughin at you cuz no one take you serious and cuz everyone has room to doubt you.

    I think it's clear that you're done you should go into hidin' come back and get annihilated like Osama Bin Laden. You ain't got it ya bish , just a little kid with a knick for writin bullshit and get pissed when I call u out like this.

    I ain't got time to fuck with you no more , you come out with bullshit that make my eyes sore. Sour head go to bed it's past your bed time , and we'll all wait a week for your next shitty rhyme.
     
  16. Aha, retiring you bitches, leaving you reeling,
    Destroy with lazers, no regards to your feelings, 
    Healing and seething, I'll just cut wounds wide open,
    Wield a sledgehammer one handed leave you bleeding and broken,
    Standing in this thread, "You shall not pass!", call me Tolkein,
    You're sulking, hiding in corners and fleeing trying to hide from my immortal gaze,
    But my x-ray gaze will find you, explode, shooting out energy rays,
    The venom he sprays melting like ice on hot days, be afraid, 
    Going after White, Black, Asian, Straight people and Gays,
    Don't give a shit, I'll fucking come at you, claws out, slashing at you till you back off and quit,
    You cannot beat me, defeat me, or the rhymes that I writ, 
    So how bout you all come back when you're thinking a bit, 
    This is it, I'mma split, until one of you comes against me who can actually spit.
     
  17. You're the God Almighty? Well I don't see no bible, and if we're talking battles I sure as hell don't see no rival, only the fittest of the fit are fit for survival, and you've been walking down that path for awhile, no smile but it's sure been awfully vital for you to reconcile, my flow like going viral, your flow like error, no trial, they copy all my verses and they save em like a file, I guess I'll be here for awhile.





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  18. Aha, move along, take a ticket, we have another customer,
    Fall back in line, fall down, my fists metal like I'm dustin ya,
    Yeah, I'm bustin ya, sometimes my flows getting pedantic,
    We already know I've won, now we just talking semantics,
    You just sycophantic, trying to win favours, you know my gigantic powers are mantic,
    Getting frantic as I poke and jab, moving so fast it's like I'm invisible,
    Yeah I'm moving, call me a criminal,
    Nah, no need to move, when I move it's subliminal, 
    Ahhh, we go hard up in this bitch,
    Take some viagra, you can't go hard up in your bitch,
    Leave her to me, fuck her with a bottle, leave a shard up in his bitch,
    Scarred up this bitch, what? Expecting any less,
    Aggressiveness hasn't regressed still leaving you distressed as I digress,
    You know I'm bout to be the best the world has seen,
    I'm calling it, Charlie Sheen, I'm winning!!! Lights, camera, action, scene...
     
  19. #27260 bubba ho-tep, Oct 22, 2014
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    Those rhyme's are corny like my shit's in the morning,
    Cool story, hope you didn't record it,
    I wouldn't waist a gig of space for something so fucking boring,
    Like I'm sitting here looking thinking maybe he'll surprise me?,
    Maybe he'll say something that'll help out his rhyme scheme?,
    But I see,
    nothing's changed but the lines seen,
    Fresh meat for the feast, come watch how the lion feeds,
    They eyeing me.
    Trying to find an blindside me,
    But im too smooth an move like the shoes on a mime's feet,
    This my street!
    Stay the fuck off my block bra,
    I'm serving all these bitches so there's no need to card ya,
    Swerving smoking Spliffs fully facing this ganja,
    Smoke the loudest shit around you smoking snakes and sparkla's,
    You're a tasteless author that's fake n awkward,
    Standing with the Hunchback of Notre Dame's posture,
    Guess I won't get the blessings from our heavenly father,
    But you don't need blessings when you lyrically slaughter.
    Too Easy.
     

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