Neverending Rap Battle

but foreal tho

if any of ya'll wanna battle i always can

i gotta open mic night on thursday in some dudes basement ( i know ghetto) and imma try and get some audio from that to put on soundcloud

holler.

I couldnt even tell if that was a battle verse because some of it rhymed lol

Ill respond to all those questions which have not already been answered,
I battled Bambi first because he dropped a verse in 10 minutes whereas you was taking years, whats stopping you dropping that **** now?

Like I said before, I cant remember the last time I even battled you because im 99.9% sure it was in my early wack days that we all go through whereas you was years deep in the game.

As for all the smack talk like "Ill crack your skull" "excuses" etc keep them on a minimal and post them in the verse you stated you would drop first. Peace

better watch wat u spit,u r talkin to mc
or i,ma slit,your throat so just blood comes out ven u scream
u talk about eminem or any mc,
those were your nightmares n now they became yo dream
y u takin their name if they aint yo destiney?
u talk **** ima **** u widout condoms wid cream
u actin like papa doc,eminem chocked
but at the end doc became a joke
u can consider me eminem n yrself snoopdogg
n u'll seem like a dog if u crawl
eminem came n nigers got their ass kicked off
u r next bully,m holdin ma dick behind u pussy,can call me homo or gay
i'ma go cuz i fucked u n i'ma bless u sayin have a nice day

yeah its new rapper here?i need a shot
so i decided to pick on the person on top
u seem to b 20,m 15,when i kik yo as dont get shocked
cuz wen i hold the lip m used to lock
now u would b thinkin who the **** is he to creep in b/w charlie n u?
well m smuuks,punk of ma hood,come here n i'ma **** u
whatever u spit,i'ma hijack it n flip it back on u
so b carefull of everymove,certainly m showin ma self with ma worst freestyle
but reply me n whole room ll c your cry
i'ma **** u wen u ll agree on 3 dimes
if u disagree i'ma kidnap u,**** u ,throw u n good bye

Goin in everytime dawg foreal, keep that isshh up homie, p3ace!

We can bicker lemon and limes, like the wicker whispers every damn time
The pocket-picker, yo up in her knickers, nothin sicker
Never quicker, quicksand is thicker than this man, this tricker

That was some dope stuff homes,, keep it up, salute my nigga!

yo its christmas eve
trying to get these bitches to leave
my parents will be home soon
so im trying to get in and out of this microphone both
threw a party people destroyin my house
"WHOOOO! bitch im enjoyin that blouse"
SHUT THE **** UP!
maybe i should just nutt up
and join in the rage
instead of writting a page
drinking under age
BOOM! "DID YOU SHOOT MY DADS 12 GAUGE!"
i almost got shot son
by ur shotgun
i fuckin no shits outta hand
yo is that your mom and her husband
OH ****


My christmas present is an ass beating

haha dope freestyle, man i could imagine that isshh for real dawg lol

actually when someone beats the champion...if its not a tittle fight than they aren't champion, if it is then yea there the campion

yo buck,u fucked me up
if u talk about any religion,or binladin,ima make u look as stupid as ****
cuz laden wasn't nothin but spy of america
they used him to win war against russia in 19's,now he is nasty as charecter?
he is yo x factor
yo chewed him n spited him out,n now yo attakin his charecter
dawg!
how the **** he did wrong?
wid out him yo could'nt even have won russian war
u couldn't mess wid russians so yo started beggin pakistan
now i know every american her will diss me but m handgun
whoever ll push me,his body ll go to garbage trunk
u shouldn't have **** this up,i shouldn't have gon' nuts
bush gave al-queda 6billion's in 1990,tell me wat was the reason?
arabs shouldn't b disscussed,nor their religion
cuz yo americans aint nothin but sample of nudies in every season
m lil late to act in this hood
but i'ma **** any dude
who talk anything i dont like nor ma crew
n no
i wont let yo go,nor yr flow
moron,how dear u talk about the thing yo dont know
i'ma glue yo mouth wid ma mic,so u could listen ma flow
slow,slow but i'ma finish the show
i hope u can endure ma left blow
cuz next time safe yo d**k,its gona be low blow
n if u dont quit then buck
i'ma lend u 1 buck,make u suck
ma dick i would **** u from back
n after all that
i'ma take ma change of 50 cents back
(buck joe diss for talkin **** bout arabs n binladen)

Did you just finish preschool?
You think you're callin me the fool
Don't campare me to eminem
He's the cancer-causing carcinogen
You listen to too much of him
You might as well confess that sin
I'm not a priest but one thing is true
It's a nation of priests that I call my crew
We've been beaten and battered to ashes and dust
But nobody seems to get rid of us........................................................................................................................

yo over let me slap ma spit on yo mouth
so ven u talk ma spit comes out
u know what? i decide to pick on the person on top
but u dissin eminem?it got me shocked
who the **** r u?
u dont like eminem than y u talkin bout'
him?,ok cancer-causin carcinogen is eminem
but u r AIDs infested child molester bitch
u can smash buck's ass cuz he too is ass kisser
but ven it comes to me u can stab me to but from back
u back stabber
cuz u talkin trash
aint nothin u can do to me accept back stabb
n u disscusin eminem in every verse
it got me thinkin he is tapin yo mother
snatched her purse
n said her 'goodbye cock sucker'
i'ma take this **** deeply
n dont talk trash bout white ass u pussy
u love eminem so i bet '8 mile' u must have watched this movie
papa doc was black but eminem was blondie
but who got his ass kicked off? do u feel me?
daues,i'ma guve a **** to u which u can endure
leave yo in jungle alone n i'ma say''love u'

Try multi syllable rhyming

Merry Christmas! And guess what button is back...
THE REPLY TO ALL BUTTON!
Hey, prof, I think we should set off from a new start. I was thinking about it the other day, and I realized that being enemies with the guy on top is a bad idea.

So maybe a second try.

m good at that

You wildly accuse dauer of comparing you to Eminem
Em's the G.O.A.T., you're just sexually obsessed with him
I never knew for a second that you were actually sex-driven
In that case, you should stick your Subway object in Em
And see what kind of reaction that Em reacts with
I doubt for a minute that you'll get a pleasant reaction
You sexually-repressed, depressed peasant who's actin'
a little overzealous
Come on, fellow! Relax, bitch!
There are enough sexually-transmitted diseases in the world
And all because paedophiles feast on little girls
African men give their women's feet a little twirl
Until she queefs and she hurls head-first through the TV at worst
Now you're seeing their asses on television
Those set of women get so driven they make their fellas jealous and livid
Kinda like a love triangle going well out of its tune
I grabbed Tommy Wiseau and kicked his ass out of "The Room"
dauer created the thread, I only took over it
You're overdriven, so I'll run you over and so you'll be over with
And you wonder what's come over you?
Three lorries, a bus, a lorry, and a little song that's over-tuned
(*radio tuning*) Auto-Tune's got a little bit over the limit
Cher should've known better than to use it
Now everybody's abusing it
Choosing to produce **** with that stupid **** on it
It's ****, I tell you - it's stupid!
If stupidity was a bottle of alcohol
Then smuuks would take a leap from grace and down he'd fall
No-one can even try and make this ****** out at all
He's just fallen on his FOUR hinds - now what, DOG?

you actually didnt usse any multi syllable rhymes at all playa

thanks man

it seemed like just yesterday it was the fear of wet dreams
now today we fear of bein killled at someones wedding
cause motherfuckers now whip out weapons in public no matter where there at
and let them things bang while little children are runnin around with they death screams
and the best thing to do is to get involved and try to resolve the problem
but you all get bothered by us nine to fivers
everyone now is for the drama and worryin about tomorrow
being startled meanwhile im tryna figure out how im gonna get my car towed
how to get outta this dark hole
that i burried myself in, what the hells been
goin on with my life, you may ask
and i may answer, i been bein poetic why?
bein the go get it kinda guy, no regrets, no more lies
you know im headin in the right
derection, chasin an adolcent dream for my affection
my intentions is to release all this higher tension
cause all this pressure is rasin, and my confessions
may come back and bite my ass, takin so much ****
startin wipin my ass and fightin back and this is my attack
i wanna kill you all, bill ya boss
blow yall away in a million parts

i wanna kill you, i wanna blow you
awayx2

now theres different sides of people
theres some people when they say they wanna kill people they actually mean evil
but theres other sides too, and that applies to
me, okay just cause i say somethin riduculous doesnt mean i mean it no way
when i say 'i wanna blow you away in million parts" its impossible
cause i dont think you could blow into that many parts
you retards, and why woulda wanna BLOW you anyway?
wheres the fun in that you SUCKA?
id rather hit ya upside the head with bricks in a gunnysack fucka
imma runninback for ya motha, hittin that hole sooo hard
blastin missiles on a farm, so moo moo mooove outta my way
when i NUT so smooth on A face
i dont know whos head im CUMIN for
theres clearly different sides
and if you take me serious with these rhymes
i kinda wonder what kind of minds
you guys have, its prolly sicker than mine
when im spittin these lines, or shittin these mines im rigged with *fart* *boom*
take a wiff of my swine ya sick pigs!

bangin um right meow, dont give a **** if ya dont read it, cause i already know im shittin these rhymes betta than you mothafuckasssss

nevermind the ego but however you took ^ that , if ya dont like it , immajuss laugh cause you dont know if i was bein serious or not , no shame in my game



yellin '**** my life' real loud
ppl know im could tho
maybe thats why they tell me to chill out
pop a pill now, pop some pac in
lets get to hip hoppin, pop some big in
grab the bottle, lets get to drinkin
chicks winkin, askin what im thinkin
maybe what im thinkin is so ignorant
ya'll dont wanna here it
im clearly outta control
out out out i could go
in to the middle of the road
in the middle of no
where, with a pen and pad
go mad sheddin light with no flares
some say its no fair
with the talent ive been blessed with
lets say i never used my kleenex to clean this mess with
im tested to go nuts, go bananas, go rambunxious
there musta been a malfunction when i was born or somethin
for most of my life there musta been a rodeo right in front of me or somethin
cause ive been hit with so much bull ****
sometimes i cant hold it, in
most of it im still rollin in
i could be goin in, sane
like the door to it finally opened haaaay
but i just let ink soak the page
when im close to rage, or feelin though
yall just wyle out, meanwhile im chillin though
even though im so close blowin out gears
my heads a freight train, smoke rollin outta my ears

..... And a sick pig I am, a twisted kid I am
****, bitch - I AM a sick kid
My plot to get accepted backfires so fricking quick
It's like I'm flicking thick snot things at a chick and they end up missing
"Ills, don't you think for a minute that you're reaching with this autistic ****?"
Zip it, bitch!
You don't understand just how I spit this
So lick a dick, you silly ******* QUE-AR! (queer)
And everybody on here knows just what they HE-AR! (hear)
When I scratch my balls, the fellas mutter, "Oh, DE-AR!" (dear)
At least that's what I did when I was a kid in special CE-AR (care)
I look at a magazine, masturbate on a freak and tell her, "C'ME-AR!" (come here!)
Here, sit on this DE-AR (deer)
..... and watch how I ride through the forest
It's autumn, and the leaves are all falling
The hunters are coming to score us
Deer Hunter Challenge, they got their cartridges, they're following us
Them big bad South Asian boys are after me again
With their muscles and their tits and their pack of cheesy friends
And their gear and their whips and their bats and lethal things
Ready to beat my ******* brain in until I crack and hit the sink
(*thud*)
Now I'm seeing stars
I see Sir Patrick Moore too, and he's soaring right across Venus and Mars
with a great big smile exposing his teeth and jaw
He was, like, a phenomenal astronomer on Earth
And Ills is, like, the second best artist on his forum with a thirst
Prepared to rid himself of this diabolical curse
That God had put on him when he was born and dispersed
from his mother's womb
He told me, "Boy, this is where it all starts!
Get on and do your work
And you'll become a star when it's your turn!"
Amen, amen, and amen.