Rap battle anyone?

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

  1. #28581 Bird__Flew, Sep 5, 2021
    Last edited: Sep 5, 2021
    Wishing you had the funds to blaze my herbs
    You a fucking dunce, no way with words
    Your verses won’t never slay like Bird’s
    Last man standing, I’ll bury your face in the dirt
    Have ‘em airbrush your face on a shirt, RIP
    Crash your whole shit trying to run my hyperscript
    Ain’t even on my radar these dick riders giving lip
    Half of ‘em are homeless living out of their whip
    Take a hardcore loss, downgrade to a cardboard box
    When I come knocking, out the car door get tossed
    I’m eating up the minutes on your burner’s data plan
    Faker then a spray tan, you’re a little beta man
    Rap Battle’s own Caitlyn Jenner homely trans
    We got more broke pussies here than on Onlyfans
     
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  2. My turn to burn the page? Your lines ride at a nervous pace/
    Ya schemes are worthless, Ive seen the verdict and it'll be your worst mistake/
    Better duck when I burst the gauge or ya brain matter will leave permanent stains/
    I mean it, call em a phoenix cuz you'll see this bird ablaze/
    No concern for fakes, so learn your place or end up lookin like charred pork/
    Im bringin out the art of war, that'll teach him for schemin about cardboard/
    Boxcutter slice through Flew, blade mastery havin me lookin like it was a sharp sword/
    Scars form, His face look like a fall victim from 10 story building doing parkour/
    Lets see if you can guard more than the type of battle im armed for/
    Carve your chest and get the heart torn, drop it down the fuckin steps like a Mayan art form/
     
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  3. Fuck this shit, bend over and take this dick....
    no lube, pinpoint bullseye and cripple your thighs!
    Leave a cracka fapping, eyeballing that nigga lacking! Rest of the world lacking, straight slacking... 2021 nobody ready for the action!
    Stunting, smoking a blunt getting ready 4 function! I'm f'n robotic, no nootropic, 100% chaotic... on some new optics! Fuck that cop shit, buck this big dick! From the inside it'll get your throat slit. Not really I'm just on some joke shit!
     
  4. Broo!
    Not cold but fuckin dry ice!
     
  5. Just came to hop in, to give you niggas options
    unlike your shitty top 10, my bars aren’t used that often
    Y’all niggas ain’t got that flame, y’all flows all sound the same
    And I’m here to put you on game, came in to entertain

    Shake shit up a bit, spit all on y’all’s shit
    Tear down all the walls, rip up y’all’s carpet

    I’m Just sayin..
    Y’all look real fruity, got your nose up another mans booty
    Come on grasscity to spit lame ass bars, and y’all lame ass fucks work minimum wage jobs - sobs

    So bro, who you fucking, aint shit but men in this bitch - but on another note, Sorry bro…I support it <3
     
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  6. Whoooaaaaa
     
  7. Post a better flow you have permission to abuse no canceling involved lol.
     
  8. Learn to salute when your captain speaks
    This ain’t a battle, your rappin’s weak
    I’ll lay your girl down on satin sheets
    Bang her brains out steady clappin’ cheeks
    Nah, she too ugly, I only smash dimes
    Last time I poked holes in your trash rhymes
    You’re walking into a field of land mines
    With flows as loud as a deaf mute’s hand signs
    Please shut the fuck up, silence while I think
    Booze in the cup, violent when I drink
    Voted most corrupt client by my shrink
    Volcano erupt make the island sink
    Hold your head underwater, hello fish
    Hydrate homey, drink my yellow piss
    Annihilate me? LOL you wish
     
  9. Boys berating beasts because beavers beat Bobby bowling before beats became brutal!
     
  10. I’ll slap a ho
    I told you before
    You can’t phase me
    Ya’ll niggas can drink my pee
     
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  11. Goons roll up looking like faces of death
    With bleach and garbage bags, no traces left
     
  12. I’m sick of fucking with these yoga bitches
    Who imagine their pussies taste so delicious
    You ain’t feminist you’re just promiscuous
    Titties and ass out in your pics craving dicks
    Tricks thick as Nicki Minaj massage my sausage
    Soothe their throats when I bust better than a lozenge
     
  13. Demonized and demonetized
    My crippling flow got you paralyzed
    The vaccine killing you parasites
    Like a medicine mandated
    Make haters highly animated
    Put ‘em on an I.V. ventilated
    Out of breath with a weight on their chest
    Doubt death and fate, still get laid to rest
    You’re too stupid to feel afraid to test
    Bird soars angelic, emblematic
    Two magazines taped together
    My mental a MAC-10 fully automatic
     
  14. How the fuck you think you can handle this?
    Hand over fist fold you after a few crunches like a bag of chips,
    I mangle kids, you so frail probably sneeze and crack a rib,
    type to get mad at his mom if his lunch missing the fruit snacks from it,
    Im known to slap a bitch, velocity pop your teeth and shatter shit,
    The jab is quick, broken nose have you leakin on your lap a bit,
    Every shot accurate, so approach with caution when I grab the fifth,
    Glock go crazy and empty half the clip,
    and your fam get the other half like a powerball jackpot hit
     
  15. Hundred shell casings underfoot
    Mental horsepower under the hood
    Bird brings the heat like climate change
    Turn the thread into a firing range
    Brains out your head running down the wall
    When I let go, gunning down y’all
    Pigs sketch a description, face of God
    From the history books erase your squad
    I reign from now until forever
    Retard strength, the pain don’t register
    Out for revenge you best dig two graves
    Rhymes cutting edge inspire the new wave
     
  16. Makes me philosophic
    When I’m lighting candles for the dead
    Hang you like a trophy
    Next to exotic animal heads
    Heavy artillery
    Menaces you with the battle rhymes
    Serve you long sentences
    Like penalties for capital crimes
    Out of your element
    Bird’s paragraphs put hate in your heart
    Highly intelligent
    My word craft’s always state of the art
     
  17. Glock always on peak performance
    This rap shit? Im bleeding for it
    Dope rap to you is seeming foreign
    Half assed rappers drop when i speak the chorus
    Only bird i respect is an eagle soarin
    Slaughter you in the deepest forest
    Theyll find your body in 10 different spots like a seasoned tourist
    So who really has the hate in their heart?
    Glock graspin, you gaspin when i make it spark
    You make being fake an art
    Choppin off limbs you gonna need replacement parts
    Punch your bird chest till its breaking apart
    Then you run to the feds and the statement starts
     
  18. Seek help, admit Glock got a problem
    Your peak is most people’s rock bottom
    I won’t counsel you, I’ll cancel you
    Pistol-whip your mug break the handle, dude
    Desert Eagle with the black talons
    Bird pure evil, heart full of malice
    Murder logistics run through my foul mind
    Dump you in the sticks, worms form a chow line
    On your remains I sprinkle a bag of lime
    Emptying more than single mags at one time
    I’m a giant at this, the iron fist
    All up in your space like a Zionist
    Missiles and tanks to tear up your settlement
    Spill your vessel’s contents once the metal’s spent
     
  19. Me and my guns use the buddy system,
    I clutch n click em, drop him in the first minute like Sonny Liston,
    You just another victim, bloody incisions on your gut evict em,
    They just wont listen, so i end fights with the first slash,
    Have blood pooling around you...call it a bird bath,
    Curve that, lets mince words you think are confirmed fact,
    You shoulda learned that you were the one who needed urgent help,
    Cuz when the pump burstin shells it leaves ya body with a burnin smell,
    Before u even start rappin the curtains fell, so lets end the show,
    Switch flipped and your flesh get poked, the funeral blessing goes:
    Here lies the biggest bitch youll ever know, so get the message set in stone
     
  20. Never carried heat on your person
    Playing in the street with a squirt gun
    You treat the beat like V.R. immersion
    On some bullshit fantasy version
    Fake as fuck, you far from lifelike
    Duck ‘cuz Bird brings nukes to the knife fight
    Insults I give you are your day’s highlight
    Switch out your blunt with a stick of dynamite
    Cartoon Bugs Bunny, drugs make it funny
    Paid off my student loans with drug money
    You look like the snitch who makes thugs jumpy
    Now you slumped over, six slugs to the tummy
     

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