Neverending Rap Battle

how you gonna stop me , if ya'll beat junkies cant get off me
cant get sloppy ,wake up , play cuts of what prof made up an ya coffee
stay up get saucy , just dont sauce me ,have ya overdosing on oxy's
over the motion of ya emotions rollin in rollercoasting posse's ,
potent potions more dope then methadone'n nazi's, get off me ,
u gonna need more then gaddafi or a george forman to stop me
you aint informing the cops G ,hell i was born in the hot seat
global warming performing a storm when I drop heat
locals swarming ,alluring adoring how boredom does not speak
bound n tied , rock'n cement shoes ,down ta die,
in the wishing well 5 cent you
I sense you wishing well i sent you down a well,chernobyl you down to hell
playing acdc just to ring your ******* bell's
refribillate till ya liver break
eat the last meal off ya dinner plate
incenerate ya on the interstate
highway to hell with you immitate's ,can't innovate
pen n pap in a state of nothing to prove
so what can you implicate ,
clark kent don't walk around town in a cape
acting animals understandable got the same genes found in a ape
had a super plan to make a super jam
so next day
shooting ,blammin out my super cannon
landing where superman bin standing
now theres no eS-Cape .....


Peace ....

truthfully lyrically ur nothing for me to start pummeling out
dumbing out how da **** you talking with cum in ur mouth?
school who?u still owe me tuition for my other three verses
stop ass switching man up or you'll be hugging ur brother in hearses
i'll be hugging ya mother while we conferring with docs and nurses
this ******* nuts on his chin lover went out kicking screaming curses
micheal myers my ass u scared of ur own damn shadow homie
u battle lonely never a worthy opponent,ur life?i ******* own it
take that lil mickey mouse rapping **** back to the cartoon channel
or u will become the next new disappeared on the id channel
u have no vocabulary no originality u flipped all my lines
check his verse everybody,,no multies,,every SINGLE TIME
you actually wrote,,i get penetrated by men,admission people?
you probably have dreams of getting raped by the VILLAGE PEOPLE...holla back lil nicca,,out

I hope u kno i come up with these on the spot
and i dont care if you like them or not

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holla really i haven't heard that since I fell of my dinosaur please stay up to date
r we going to rap battle again i cant wait:/

@LIL NIGLET
come on baby boy thats a stretch like turning 15 cents into a dollar
there are certain slang that stand the test of time,one of em,,,,HOLLA!!!!
what battle?i was just handing out ass whoopings and lyrical tutorials
informing you on how to properly spit and march to war my dude
u been 8 ,2 much into kiddie 4 play i'm the 1 who goes the whole nine
you will forever be the son of this perfect 10,what are u?like five?,,,stop playing with me fucker,,out

its quite obvious you come up with those on the spot but god bless
there is no quality depth vocabulary multies,,no thought process,,,,think about what ur gonna write,,comes out much better,,,lol

faggot don't think you're fooling anyone with eminem's freestyle at 1997 rap olimpics

I'M SORRY

[deep breath]
Here I go ...

I’m sorry ...
For everything bad that’s happened
I’m sorry if any of you think I’m crap at rapping
I’m sorry if I can’t stand your laughter
I’m sorry if you felt like laughing ...... (2Pac: "I ain't mad atcha!")
I’m sorry if I caused any hurt towards you
I’m sorry if my bad self ignored you
I’m sorry if I moved on too much to you
You must find it annoying, I wasn’t trying to **** you
I’m sorry that you find me so disinteresting
I’m sorry that you really think I’m pestering
I’m sorry I was trying to build a love life
I’m sorry I was trying to be a tough guy
I’m sorry that I spent all this time coming after ya
I guess I was born to be a lonely bachelor
I’m really sorry for everything I said
I’m really sorry that you discreetly wished I was dead
I can’t express enough how sorry I am
That you didn’t have the full heart to call me a man
I guess I was born a pussy, always afraid to stand up
Put a hand up, I suppose I just ain’t man enough
Like Toni Braxton said in her video
I guess I’ve always been this way – for really, yo
I’m sorry that you say I’m no good
Because I wasn’t raised in the same neighbourhood
I’m sorry that you can’t listen to a kid like me
And when I say “kid”, I do mean “kid”, my sweet
I was, always have, and always will be a child
Whose temper is so mild, but I got a good smile
I’m sorry that you couldn’t see the way I talk to you
You perceive it different; so I should away, walk from you
And to all the girls that saw me as a shy guy
I guess I was trying to be a fly guy
But inside, I was insecure, and I was in need of love
But I guess my feelings for you wasn’t enough
And Dad, I’m sorry that you left the family
I guess some things wasn’t meant to be, they just had to be
I’m sorry, Mum, for all the bullshit that you suffered
How I could approach your pain and kill that ************
I’m sorry if I wasn’t integral enough
And all the bullshit I talked, I guess I’ve said it too much
I’m sorry if bad things happened to us
I’m sorry if I hadn’t acted enough
That I didn’t act quickly and logically
But there’s always something in my life that’s stopping me
I can’t put my finger on it - the button’s never there
What do I do? Trace my roots? Go back a few steps?
Rewind my life to the beginning and change my actions?
Change the way I ask things? I’m just asking
I’m sorry that I couldn’t answer difficult questions
I guess they WERE hard to answer – and that was stressing
A problem, a obstacle, a puzzle that’s impossible
Is it possible that I could’ve solved it earlier? It’s probable
I’m sorry I couldn’t answer when you asked me, “What’s stopping you?”
I guess I was behind, that I had a lot of thoughts to brew
Something’s always held me back, the belt’s attached
Yet it’s hanging loose, like a goddamn satchel bag
‘Cause I’ve had some tight yet loose situations
The problems were always there, yet so was the solution
And that’s the thing that’s caused emotional contusions
Arguments I’m always constantly losing
I’m sorry I didn’t win ONE single argument
Even though I hadn’t started it
I tried playing the devil’s advocate, to see weakness in the brawl
I’ve been standing up for so long, my feet are getting sore
I’m sorry that you see me with bruises on my face
These bullies are trying to make me lose it on the place
I was a bit foolish, but I was trying to hold my ground
But all these fuckers ever did was
{“Hold me down!”}
Like Nina Sky on a beat produced by Alchemist
My problems taking it onto the streets are technicalities
That’s my pain, no gain
I was a man yet I failed, I’m so ashamed
I’ve fucked up in some ways, but I know that some day
My brightness will show up against the Lord’s sun rays
By the way, God, I’m sorry that I sinned
Forgive me, exonerate me from ALL my sins
I’m sorry, Father - I’m sorry, everybody
But what I’m NOT sorry for is trying to be somebody

imma dead guy drivin ten speed thru a cemetery lettin motherfuckers out of there grave to roam around with me
kill ya again just by hittin ya once, pop a squat in your coffin so people could say you're the **** for once
im the guy that makes a debut, turn around the next day and every starts to hate you
make blood spill out your mouth like fuckin grape juice, snatch everything off you before i rape you, shirts, shorts and capes too
show off you dead bodies like there my plaques cause that's what the greats do
velcro strap you to a stretcher put screws and rusty nails thru your chest then latch you
im throwin screwdrivers and screwguns at you, hop of the civil war trenches and hit you with 77 more wrenches
im more horrendous than a Gaga girlfriend, dont get offended
so **** the planet, do some kinky **** so bad that gravity cant even stand it
that's what i call droppin the world no handed
**** your rap anthems, gimme a ballad, no notebook paper
**** it, ill write my lyrics on Mit Romneys presedential ballot

im confused

every time you see girls,they be runnin
you better jerk off thats the only way you cummin
i squeeze niggahs like if they were lemonade
chew thousands of rappers like the next renagade
i keep on comin real raw,my guns is blazin
take the gun out the draw and start my invasion
im americas next top hostile i kill liars
you know you in denial when i spit fires
i call immigration cuz a penny is what you worth
i kill civilations ending in 20 to child birth
i aint gettin nervice,doin it for a cruel porpous
finish ya ass off leave ya doin community service

wow,ya writin gold compared to mine....dammm

ill **** on the ground right in front of you just to see your reaction
pick up and eat, puke it back up and throw at you, you're no match you
think your somethin special, cause you wrote one multi, but i've been written
that 27 in your name, you thought was a sex posistion
this aint game day to me, you're an exbedition, just spring training
sometimes i just let you win maybe, dont ask me why, but ive been crazy
smack your old man, then snatch your pen outta your own hand
dip it acid gas slit your throat hit pause on the camera and say "that's a wrap" (that's rap)


8 bar battle. eh?

who's writin gold? i have a golden colored pen....

lol nice

Thats it,anything else?
thats how you rap when you suckin yourself?
rip you limb from limb,light gettin dimm
show you ya grimm,they aint no chance you gonna win
ya words aint ****,they aint gonna settle
treat you like a crypt in a ghetto
words hotter then a tea kettle
ill choke ya wit da curtain
tryna step up?...it aint workin
your whole rhyme scheme is greener then green
ya words are soft like a mushed jellybean
scratch that,more like a ne-yo
ya **** sounds like ass mixed wit frappachino
we know

dint get to finish

BETRAYAL

Its true,what goes around comes around
the mafia squad sayin yo you down?
time stops,vein poppin out
"hold up guys i might be droppin out"
hearts thompin now
"you gonna risk 25 to life,dont ya wanna go home and see ya fam n wife
,give me the knife"
"im good bro,nothin more important then gettin this dough
"NO"
"yes,i wanna be all nicely dressed,jewles and finece"
"stop and be blessed"
"ive tried,that never worked,the only solution is robbin this store clerk
its the fast way of livin,never recieved always givin
"dont go"
"my minds set on this mission"
"just stop,its not all about wealth"
"it is,im not gonna lie to myself"
cops come and we stuffed in a car cuffed
"i told you we were goin to get caught,he bluffed
since we got caught,he blamed it on me
i thought we were brothers from the start..............
now i see..........





is it any good?

You are a horrible gangster actin like you spittin for some grams
This win is like lemonade it'll be slipping through your hands
And You got guns? Comin from a kid wit a kitten in his picture
I'm spittin some scriptures till your sick and ur wrist hurts
Written with fingers that will blast ya spot
When you get mad you don't grab the glock?
Having sex with ya boyfriend was the only time u let a magnum pop