A beef with me ends in rigor mortis ID’d by your teeth, your face too porous Your mama weeps, to her you were gorgeous Paid my respects, sent a wreath from the florist’s A tasteful arrangement of black orchids Displayed next to candles and old portraits The world goes on revolving in orbits As your innards leak out your orifice Embalm me like an Egyptian Pharaoh Organs in jars, soul’s a precision arrow Animal-headed gods judge my bared soul Spirit in the sky, blue angels air show Voices from beyond speaking through the Tarot Jesus on the cross looking like a scarecrow Dark basement, I’m stepping down the stairs slow Ghosts in there make you feel terror to go
Bloodthirsty—I got a tiger’s taste You playing blackface in cyberspace Soft-spoken like pigs wired the place Your best shit misfired in your face Get erased, fear in your eye dilates Nuclear arms race annihilates In an Audi out the hood, the stash flown Bullets rain down, you’re in the splash zone Rowdy fans, on the field trash thrown Don’t mean nothing once the cash blown On the porcelain throne home alone Penning dope spits, got the coke shits Jack Daniels in the Coke mix Offbeat, hoping what I wrote fits
I’m a sinner, yo, I’m a beast Never gonna find no inner peace Gotta stay slick, can’t keep my hands clean Loading rounds into the magazine Side piece a snub in the ankle holster High priest of drugs, a bankroll folder Iced out gold charms, tats cover my whole arms Got enough enemies to fill troll farms Bury ‘em deep and hope they stay there War stories to tell when I got gray hair Looking for god in all the wrong places Been doing dirt on a long-term basis My bars your fantasy, product of long habit Stick to Xanny bars, you’re on the wrong tablet Battling me is tying yourself a snug noose Rearrange your features when I let slugs loose
Me an Vintage Blunts Latest Verses In CaseYall Didn't See These In The Other Thread. VintageBlunts **Verse 1** I'm bad news, dudes get jabbed with a sharp knife Catch me with a brew at the pub then I'm in a bar fight I'm the dark knight, white light enters dark eyes Cark it and catch a pearly arrival at the afterlife You sound like Nicki Minaj Licking ass while hitting glass Lay off the raps and recognize your shit at lyrical arts Dizzy and Dan Straight killing off the opposition Always got a pot to piss in, got missiles locked in on your position Rock the system, not on a mission I'm on a warpath leaving opponents dropping going missing Fuck man, i need to cool off send me to the arctic I'll melt the ice caps when i fire up and bust some bars quick Level headed, got that flat top, take the top back and pop wild You got rap locked? I rule everything - I'm gods child Get the full frontal from the gat piece my rap sheet long Rap laps around wack G's burn em like dap weed in a 3 feet bong Got Toni on the collabs, we go harder than rave heads Our Fams rock braids dreads bald heads and stainless tec's Fakes get sprayed in blood and gravestones made up Send their mum a prayer with flowers in a vase like wtf? To late to say goodbye when it happens, i get ta clapping illers Back in action, catch a wacking like I'm a mafia contract killer Dizzy **Verse 2 ** Im Back again Tonika The Baddest Bitch On GC Noting You Do or Say Matter To Me Try Battlin T You End Up on Banned From TV// Every Timmes I Rhyme I Feel lIkke I Improve Drastically an I Do This Savage Sh*t So Easy// You Stupid If You Dissin My Vission an You Just End Up Missin...Bitches jealous bc Toni Got Bars Like a Prison// If You Listen You See im Different I Had The Rapp Game on Lock So Long it Got Stockholm Syndrom// Im High On That Ghost Train Like Bitch Choo Choo Like My Daughter Say Yall Rhymes is Just Doo Doo//Im Stylish an Pretty Like a Dark Skinn New New but Underneath my Exterior im Ima Psycho an Cuckoo// Let Me Be Honest for For A Sec I ain Even Semi Modest Ima The Most Beautiful Lady in Jamaica an America I Tokin On That Bomb Bitch Got me Feelin Like a Demi Goddess// This One of Those Times Where You Mess with me an Toni Ominous bc I Know All Life Bout is Pain is Broken Promises// Disrespect Me Im Out for Blood Like Dracula Dudes Hittin On Ya Girl but yall Creepy It would Be Like Dry Humpin a Tarantula// You Rhymes Lame Fall Flat Like a Spatula I Just Laugh at Ya when Im HIGHliketheSKY Shout Out To my Sis Angela// Ima Be Honest still Pray a lot but im Still Crazy asa Fox so Bitches Hatin Ona Mom an So I Just Stay Sadistically Sprayin Thots// I Thank Yall Who Sayin Im The Bomb but Iain The One To Mess with Dizzy Have You Buried Alive ina Refridgerator Box// My Boo Know He Lucky Everytimes he Get to F*ck me We Just Chillin Afterwards an Havin a Puffy//Im The best I Know im Neurotic but Atleast you Can Trust Me Ima Jamaican Goddess Yall Hoes Just Musty Jealous of Diz BC im Cute Even When im Ugly// Yea Im Deaf But I Still Listen To The OGs an Me an My Fam is Too Deep On These Chicago Streets an We Always Listen to What The Hood Say// That's Really Ok If You Don Like Me Tho Not Everybody Can Have Good Taste// Haters Always Show they True Colors Eventually this what I Learn But They Can Phase Me I Stay Movin Away from them bc im The Jamaican Humming Bird// For Whats it Worth ion even Pay Attention to dem im In My Head or In The Clouds More then im On The Earth// You Be Lyin if You Say You not Attracted To Me ima Rare Black Diamond I Get Them Wrapped Around My Finger Without even Tryin// Most Dudes Fooled by My Shyness but I Draw them In Into My Life Like a Mfn Siren an Then Leave Them Wantin More an Cryin// Ima Usually Wild an Crazy an Haunted Like Jack Torrance that's why I Stay Smokin With More Treees then a Forest Tryna Battle Nika Got Yall Froze Up Like Cold Storage Yall Rhymes is Too borin I Live Live In The Fast Lane Like If We Playin Chicken I Wanna Floor it// Tonika an Dan Stay Spaced Off that Ghost Train Haze yall Tryna get Like us isa Disgrace Yall Get In Our Face an Like Vintage say Murder Was The Case// You Haters Better Know Your Places bc Tonika not Playing with a Full Deck but I Got Alotta Aces// My an D Stay Shinin Like We Always Out Here Blingin My Diamonds Flash You So Brightly It will Leave You Eyes Stingin// You Not Gon Jack Dizzy or Vintage tho Ion Care Who or what You You Bringin either with Guns or the Hands We Go Down Shootin or Swingin// ~Toni~
Battle me forsake your luck Nigga you fake as fuck Stomp you into the dirt Face all caked in mud I’ll piss on your grave Send your fam chrysanthemums Either you stupid or brave Trying to test my anthems This ain’t fun and games This is a holy war Playing with guns and dames What they call me O.G. for In the streets running wild Hear what I’m spittin’ ‘bout More bodies on my AR Than Kyle Rittenhouse
Bird flew I see yuh still on here.. nothings changed... yuh sound is shit. Recycling them same lines like some kinda super scientific powder head. If u cold.... I'm cryogenic. If u hot.... why nobody sweats? U been bird flu for forever... U AINT CORONA VIRUS YET? I know u high as shit. To be on this site still tryna be a rhymer. Smokin garbage mid. Which explains all Dat garbage juice u writing. U yuh mama's kid. But it's no invitation to jump on my dick Yuh father's rib calls me her baby.. but she's nothing but a side bitch.
He's better than you, it's true so come and battle me or are you too afraid that I might come up with something good while all you can rap is ding that don't even make sense perhaps I'm dense but I know who I am I like the my clam, I have your theme song it's like Barney's only the beat is wrong and the lyrics suck I don't give a fuck.
Afraid of u? Quit lying. I'm damaging. I'm callin u anal lube.. for dick riding without strapping up. Annicus..... must be what they call where ur from... booty cannabis. U get urs by the baggie.. I'm smokin mines by the cannisters.. Wit a Bruce banner buzz. I'll get in yuh mama's monkey til my banana bust. While on camera.. callin me Thor cuz Im gone give her Dat hammer bruh. And yuh bitch next.. call her pb how jam in her. Then switch clips.. bust.. and let u be the janitor.
I’ll eat a bitch, yo, let’s eat the rich, Burning petrol in my bucket ‘til we reach the cliff, And all is lost, environmental holocaust, Can’t call us off, I’ll be there with the Molotov, Either you’re with us or you’re against us, The status quo isn’t popular consensus, Old Bird still spittin’ endless sentences, Onewize can’t get my templates out of his head, I battled a hundred, some come back like the undead, Put a stake through the heart of snakes who fake the art, High like astronauts, the re-entry breaks ‘em apart, Their flow is trash as is, Bird burn ‘em up into ashes, Born woke, now we under attack by fascists, Weight of the world on our shoulders like Atlas, The game has always been one of survival, Stay hungry, grasscity disciple psychos
What u can gather from my lines. Can bring one pleasure like a high.. Stay smokin Marshall Mathers... I got a Black Panther type of vibe. Bird flew but he landed. It was simple as me bacchanding a fly.. Scramble yuh egg and murder ur mother goose nursery rhyme. Im trying my arrows.. If bird flew... my eye on the sparrow.. dyin at the hands of a lion. Tryin to mix saliva with marrow. The wave I'm ridins on poseidon. U a bird..man that's a side bitch! Wiz'll eat every mf on this thread That's just a side dish.. Told yuh moms if she ever looks at me again.. Ima call her my bitch.. And dem jaws better be like sharks who need some dentures... when it comes to my dicc. I'm monkey pox. When u thought u was sick. You can't even cough in my midst. Heard this was a knife fight... So I brought me a stick. Get yuh nightlights.. YES.. the monster is here. Yall wanna fight fight.. yall toddlers to wiz. wanna go night night? I'll turn ur afternoon back into the nightlife
When bird directs his bad etiquette at you Get shit on like a confederate statue Clean up crews scraping brains off the corners Earthly remains turn up at the coroner’s Looks like somebody took a hatchet to your face Since you went M.I.A your ma’s been a basket case Judgment Day when I say that’s the last straw Leaving bodies in the wake of my fast draw Onewize a beta man with monkey pox infections The bill for his data plan’s going to collections This is a slaughter, it ain’t no rap battle Blood in the water: shark vs. tadpole Dunk on you like I was a young Kobe Bryant Butcher you—now you looking like Kobe Bryant Hang you out a helicopter by your necktie Once I’m done you’ll need a doctor and a tech guy
Maybe I shoulda changed that last line and ended it with pesticide or something else? Idk, whatever. Kinda sucks to go out like this, but I think I’m done rap battling everyone. No more verses or rhyming—I’m done. Thanks to all you creative people who posted on Rap battle anyone @ Grasscity! Stay up, people ✌
Ya fuckin' wack and ya mums tongue is on my nut sack You're crying cos after i fucked her i took your drug stash Talking like you catch bodys only thing you caught was the flu Dildos were on sale so you bought a few Sit in the corner and shut the fuck up Done took myself out the game i never got dumped on by chumps You started this and now ima finish you off Can't go the distance like you're playing miniature golf Earthly remains at the coroners? What else would it be Think you're in space killing aliens in ya spare time literally Judgement day? I know toddlers with better flows Call you a dog because you got a wet nose or swoopy web toe Bird flew over the cuckoos nest and lost his mind, his way I'm pulling the pin and tossing his a live grenade Out a helicopter? This aint scarface homeboy Proper rock ya fuck a doctor leave your entire Biological print destroyed