Rap battle anyone?

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

  1. I go on a long binge, come back, get sober
    Bought a Brazilian wax for her minge with odor
    Cleaned the bitch up, clean urine in the piss cup
    All over the field, your plays I disrupt
    Grasscity starting line up, captain of the all star team
    Mind on my money, I grind hard for the cream
    You're just a broke bitch with raps more limp than coke dick
    My heroin flow's so aerobic, leave these amateurs dope sick
     
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    You say no bird puns? fuck you i run over crows in regals, 
    and the way you been acting punk-unbelievable, you will never seagulls, (see goals)
     Your not coherent so you inherent what i say like a parrot,
    I bash in this birds rib cage, no more singing and its apparent
    You scared bro, Whats a bird with no fucking air bro, 
    This bird wouldn't come around my green like i was a scarecrow 
     
    You think you won you got balls but i ball like larry bird 
    Perpetuate, man i got some imaginative verbs fer shure
    Raps fast and furious, seven deadly sins, 
    you hearing this cause im quite belligerent 
    Get behind the wheel, end up with a walker from it
    Paul bearer, i'm about to be delivering death
    I get straight to the Pita pit, delivery fresh 
    These cats cant roast or cook a fool, send em a chef,
    Godly wordage i guess im just blessed, yes.
     
  3. I dont need guns,
    ive got back packs full of tactical puns
    to back it up,
    comeback and slap this kid up, leavin em' head first, backwords in a reversed hearse, he shoulda rehearsed first, cause his worse verse was a re run dispersed from a glee gun burst,
    hidden in the side pocket, cocked and loaded in his green peach fuzz purse.


    I play my soul through the heart strings, my heart beat harp, seems to make my art sing, you dont dont want to get me started on the deep part,
    im departed, im a martian,
    taking target practice on you fools like a marksman. Im far from you, when it comes to, rappin in syllable acrobatics, ill crush you, classical ecstatic, this maniacs a track addict, subtracting and adding these words, like its mathematics.
     
  4.  
    You ain't Bird, you're a third string walk on
    A nerd king whose nuts nobody hop on
    You get no love, best get used to heartless
    Fingerpaint rhymes don't make you an artist
    Your raps are fast and furious? Are you serious?
    Dead you like Paul Walker,
    Resurrect you through pictures taken previous
    Put words in your mouth, there's only one Bird in the house
    My flow's so liquid, yours is worse than Cali droughts
    You were born to lose; a flea trying to fill King Kong's shoes
    You're a worm but if you were a king cobra, I'd be the mongoose
     
  5. My flow is outta this world. Fuckin sci-fi skills,
    How you connect when you can't even pay the wi-fi bill?
    I get you wise guys killed, you just a pussy wit a point to prove, but I ain't losing til the day that I lye still,
    you really think the shit you spat was legit? Must be on crack or some cid, this what happens when giants grapple wit twigs,
    you get snapped, cracked n the ribs, your practically worthless,
    practice archery on this bitch n miss the apple on purpose,
    Fuckin clown, you need to rap in a circus, shits for the birds n you'll get smacked off ya perches, verbally murdered, family packed in the church, it's
    Sad but it's certain, blades get drawn n have your abdomen squirtin,
    your just a pussy, I'm a motherfuckin vaginal merchant..
    ..meanin I'll sell your hacked carcus on the black market,
    Act hard but really you just lookin like a fat target.
    your raps are garbage, passed lethargic, this cats retarted,
    Kid got drive, but dude the type who'd rather crash then park it,
    if blood is art, then I'ma stab this artist, leave a spattered pattern leadin from his bladder up to where his "savage" heart is

    easy
     
  6.  
    I'm the sickest cat- someone hire a vet 
    Fireworks went off at the wrong time - had to fire a tech 
    I'm major, the line about notes hitting me, i hit em back
    leaving Gs Flat on there back.
    Nascar wreck, i leave da breeze on the track - thats a cold flow
    I have you rolling up red and blue- no popo
    Four horsemen with endorsements wildin out - thats four loko 
    One horsemen stand alone swinging clubs,  that's polo - Also my cologne
    Your a total chad, go ahead and suck my Johnson, thats OCHO
    Smoked an Ounce and was so intuitive, thats my O-ZONE
     
     You beating me theirs Norway, Theirs no Sweden this deal - 
    Feel the real Spain when you get booted you Greece wheel, 
    if you don't like these word plays than your a peon 
    I don't have to throw a punch cause my words will beat em'
     
    BARS
     
    They say that we be wominzers
    but its just because our crew be liver
    When the pressures on head, its wet we dive in - scuba diver
    I get her to that spot like i was your uber driver
    wiggle my way in that bitch like i am the new mcguyver
     
    BARS
     
  7.  
     
    Charging up thoughts into a silent storm
    My mind's a hornet nest, spit a violent swarm
    These words got stingers, ink spots on my fingers
    Rhymes depict nightmares in the heads of dreamers
    You wake up in a cold sweat, still asleep, it ain't over yet
    I'll feed your girl a whole bottle of Percocet and jet
    I'm more hazardous to your health than hard drugs
    Testing accurateness, bust out knives and carve thugs
    Open chest surgery, sever countless aorta purposely
    And keep on hacking with sharp scalpels mercilessly
    I puff earthy buds; your rhymes ain't worthy, bud
    Remove you from this earthly hub if I'm thirsty for blood
    When I let the fangs out, verses like billy clubs bashing your brains out
     
  8. In the hood...
    ...yo yo!
     
  9. #27689 Glock Coma, Apr 14, 2015
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    Rabid sentences with passive aggressiveness is how Glock's mind functions,
    Funny your name brick when u aint stack up to anything Im construction,
    I think its time to crush em, If he act like a goon an Imma get this man killed,
    Got my crew posted on your back alley holdin them cans, Call me Hank Hill,
    You stepped into danger, Tradin hits with Glock? Lets see if u ready to wager,
    I aint hittin a bong when I load one up, spark and then empty the chamber,
    Every punch hit em heavy, Ill have Brick lookin like a fight victim,
    Cuz when Glock toss a hook it put a hole where it lands.. like ice fishing,
    Watch me snap and spray shit, I aint talkin menorahs when I spark the nine,
    This cat is basic wit some forced shit! Wit terms like 'vaginal merchant' ya'll know I out-barred this guy,
    Ya'll puttin Glock against a target..Why? The gun barrel and his heart aligned,
    See ya parts on ice after the piece lift this bitch up like Charlie White,
    You gon get erased from the map, Glock ice cold when I aim and I blast,
    Cuz the shotgun I may pull(maple) gon leave em red center mass like a Canadian flag
     
    Sit down
     
  10. #27690 Minge With Odor, Apr 15, 2015
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    Get slapped for tryna act hard
    Your flows dope and slept on, it's stepped on black tar
    Heroin that was cut and stuck in your butt in someone's backyard
    I run the battle like a track star that edged it on the last yard
    I'm a PILL head I ate everyone of your bad BARS
    Got'n ace up my sleeve'n you're down to your last card
    Style's a hot wheel's nascar that got crammed into your ass hard
    That tar was in the trunk, you're a punk, where do I start?
    A wack guy with a black eye you got in the park
    When your ride was in park sucking dick in the dark
    I'm a state of mind with the pen game of a night mare
    If I could go back in time I'd be right there
    Drop kick to your highchair, body parts hidden in your timeshare
    Finger mailed to your grand mother from Time's Square
    Then fly to her house and use her mouth to cum on her white hair
     
    LOL
     
  11.  
    All I see's ugly rappers, features asymmetric
    Drop these lames on their keisters, my flow's electric
    Hate all you want, you know my shit's epic
    At first glance, you could pass for one of them manly hoes
    Under your skinny jeans rockin' a pair of pantyhose
    Your rhyme was average as far as fantasy goes
    Really, you never hurt a fly; I'm 7-30 certified
    Meds got my wig fried, psych ward straightjacket tied
    And the demons in my mind still aren't pacified
    Insert a gerbil infected with syphilis into your little sis
    This thread's seen me sink more putz than Jack Nicklaus 
    I'm ROFL my skills are so ridiculous
     
  12.  
    Syllables inject a syllabus way sicker than some syphilis
    You're inchin' it and turnin' all your exits into entrances
    From cookie cutter schemes to played angles of your sentences
    My rap game is viciousness I'm snappin' off appendages 
    Coupled with relentlessness in pen-less different incidents 
    I make you look basic I can taste how quick a win this is
    Your weak penmanship combined with no significant 
    Display of any skill gets you killed in all instances
    I'll email his certificate, you thinkin' that I give a shit?
    He can even frame it it'll say how big a bitch he is
     
  13. Raa,
    I'm smoking loud, but I'm speakin soft,
    Deadly intent, silencer, sneakin in your loft,
    Dick takes em on a trip to the future, 1.21 jiggawatts,
    When she see the D, no way she asking for a bigger cock,
    Diamond toe ring, ditch her before she asking for a bigger rock,
    Making me a sinner of debauchery, all this champagne that we sippin off,
    Your bars are shit, I think your imagination must be slippin off,
    I'm a force of nature like an iceberg, you just the moisture that be drippin off,
    Don't fuck wih me, you end up in a box like you're shippin off,
    Ah, you losing your edge like I'm snipping off,
    Figure of speach, you just sittin dribbling, downs, I'm hitting three,
    I'm hitting free's, music, skank out while I'm snippin trees,
    That LST, trippin over branches like LSD, I'mma kill you, like I kill my enemies,
    You selling weed, I'm cashing cheques like a banker,
    So shut up, sit down, take a sip of tea, wanker.
     
  14.  
    Your life sucks? Tough shit: God's a thug
    Lie in the hole you dug
    I'll invite myself over to your house,
    hog all your bud
    Hit you with the modded slug
    Illest thing about you is HIV positive blood
    Your flow's rudimentary, losing me
    Switching up tenses confusingly
    The ending sucked
    You're a product of incest
    Mediocrity was the verdict at the coroner's inquest
    Take your Ritalin and Prozac,
    you over medicated little basket case
    Fuck rap, I'm just talking shit 
    You're probably a 40 year old virgin
    With the face of an urchin
    In a sex dungeon lurkin'
    Note to self: unfriend this person
     
  15. You see I'm not complimentary, you're turning purple but I'm not yellow
    A little more artistic than your average man in the ghetto
    Rhymes a little more sweet than a can of mellow yellow
    Rock mics a little harder than all you pebbles
    Y'all sedimentary, but I spit flames and turn igneous
    Y'all elementary, behave right and earn liquorice
    You know I'm finna be dead, no one's sick as this
    Youre gassed, Put the bic to your head, you burn quick you prick
    You fickle little twigs get snapped in half
    I'm confident with the ball, you're so quick to pass
    Or Split the hash ball in two, coughing spitting ash
    Um, I'll be the professor of Mary Jane academy, sit in class
    I'm a lizard that isn't effected by you predators
    Camouflaged appearance, 5'6" but you can't measure up
    And the saying what you don't see can't hurt you doesn't apply
    Because when I come from the shadows you get severed, bud
     
  16. My rhymes dope, I spit chronic/
    Dick big have ur bitch sit on it/
    lick her (liquor) and have her suck  it till she turn blue/
    that's that hypnotiq/
    Im a step over grass like there was shit on it/
    Got punch lines aiming at ur jaw, its crunch time/
    You aint got an edge up while I clutch nines/
    touch mine and I'll leave these kids lined up like lunch lines/
    spray ur spine up, bullets penetrate ur brain n leave u mind fucked/
    have u laying on ya back, arms up reaching to God like u trynna climb up/
    You shoulda never signed up, shoulda read the fine print before speakin/
    sick guns, let my weapons go like they sneeze and bless your soul/
    it's like i'm trynna watch my cholesterol/
    the way I eat grass like I was vegan/
    You're unique? nah son, your just that shitty/
    I aint got no friends, but I got the mack with me/
    so act witty, and I'll blast fifty/
    rounds, n put your bodyparts all over town/
    call it grasscity.
    -Read
     
  17. believe me when I say that I'm stealthy, type to creep up
    On ya baby mom n stab her while she's takin a selfie,
    N I don't need a goon to break in n help me, after I take it to chelsea, glock gettin ripped.. n it ain't cuz he's healthy,
    All these punches that he claim to be throwin, you'd think my face would be swollen, he must've missed cuz bruises ain't even showin,
    Wit those corny ass construction bars, shits gettin played,
    Takin your chick for a day, is the only way you'd ever be involved with brick gettin laid.. cuz brick is sick n depraved,
    But glocks a bitch n you can see it when he spits on a page,
    I'll skin a salmon wit a razor, kid, I'm sick wit the blade,
    You bound to get twisted in wicked, inexplicable ways,
    I got the button that will thicken his rage, this is what happens when a bully's forced to fight a guy that isn't afraid,
    You can't erase me, bitch I'm permanent ink, nowadays you
    Gotta physically touch a brain to get a person to think,
    I'll bust ya head, leave it lookin like a boil when it bursts in the sink, have your neuro surgeon in search of a shrink,
     
  18. Blasting guns at me? Now, I'm holding my gut cuz it's too funny
    My ass is gone (lmao), I'm dead, but no Jesus juice running
    I'm atheist, I'll pass on reading the same shit on a new Sunday
    Team of barbers come to slice off your head, the crew's coming
    My fingers touch the keyboard and cut like Edward scissor hands
    Thinking you got a monopoly in this battle, pulled your card son, you miss a chance
    Your girl says I fuck her right, legs shaking like this is a dance
    You probably smoke meth, scratching, yelling 'this isn't ants?'
    Read this: Isn't a glance in your akashic records enough to prove
    You've been a bitch forever, never had nuts, but in food
    I'm a Spartan in the battle, fuck leaving you with cuts and bruises
    I'll break your spine, pages falling out no luck to glue it
     
  19. #27699 Apocalibz, Apr 22, 2015
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    yo, who am I today, to take the answers from tomorrow, borrow and escape with, glance at empty sorrows,
    with the one, hollowing chance that I, may be the one follow, my own path, and free myself, to the futures of tomorrow!
    But it takes, some major courage and effort, to ressurect from these future en devours, pulling levers, pushing buttons and hell, who know where I might go to, if im inside of my mind, floating beyond god knows who,
    but ill try in my due time,
    And ill hold this holy mind, like an old and lonely mime, holding the hands of time of fate when it creates a sign of marginal hate, beyond religion this gift is a vision, a curse, of reminiscent thoughts of me thinking different,

    It isn't whether or not, you got cars or cash flow, its if you know you, which is which and who is who, deep down inside you got some time to do, to rethink your life and find the timeless truth.
    Im a ghost writer, I think better without a beat, it clutters my brain and drains creativity,
    Rhymes are what you make it, the words remain the beat, see its as easy as abcs or counting with 123s,
    I want to be, better than anybody, be somethin, that none of you mother fuckers have ever seen, I find it funny, half of you struggle to find the bars, say you the greatest and you're gangster cause you livin as a hood rat star.

    So I beg on your pardon, if you got startled, and waddled away, dry heaving a pop bottle, from a pepsie product, and you were brought up, in a house where, mommy and daddy won the lotto, bought you a brand new lambo and made you a promise,
    and you look at them, head nodding,
    "I,ll swear", but you dont, care about your future or whether or not you become impaired, or become a dope head, cause life gets too easy for most of them, who hope for wealth, they've got nothing to live for they're deep in their riches now, why would they go for help,
    they buy can buy anything they wanted, ya there overwhelmed and hopeless now, swinging from a rope in an open house.
     
  20. #27700 ReadThis, Apr 23, 2015
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    You could spit...nah you should quit/
    before I spread arms like Jesus on the crucifix/
    Lord forgive me, this isn't blasphemy/
    this a tragedy, imma eat grass /
    like every thing else is bad for me/
    Like Jordan with the flu, I shoot sick/
    I got a knife but ur skull is too thick/
    fuck it I chop n screw it like its music/
    hit ur fade n split ur waves like a crew ship/
    blood will have u choking like you chewed quick/
    bullet poking like toothpicks, leave u leaning like ur foodsick/
    Someone call an ambulance, n rush this boy to the er/
    I aim n take shots, read in glasses like I can see far/
    I'm an addict, I need bars, n you can't deliver/
    but didn't I say im an addict, so im in ur attic/
    with a mask and a ratchet, ready to blast it/
    waiting to draw like im trynna paint a picture/
    Readthis squeeze quick n touch ur cap like ur knees itch/
    I brought an extra glock? FUck it I'll give him extra shots/
    like a waiter that needs TIPS/
    Break the news to ur family....shiiiit someone has to tell em/
    how I blast n put grass in a bag like I was trynna sell him.
     

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