Neverending Rap Battle

Yo, you in the ring with a thing, not a man And what I bring is shots to the body That'll make a fool sing, soprano Fall setter, ain't nuttin better Massive concussion, career over, no discussion Both eyes closed, broke nose, cheeks swole You can't see, vision like a peep ho This ain't no slug-fest or exhibition It's a disaster, cold, beat-down, tragic massacre Call in the doctor He's been rocked and socked-up Call the police, the champ's insane and oughta be locked up Pay-per-viewers have to try to not to light the whole block up He's hurt and he's wobbling and he can't keep his things up He's gettin banged up Uppercuts, overhead right, short left jab Right into a change up Big thing, he's down and canvas smell like dirt, don't it? El Cool Magnifico crush all weak opponent.

When I crush your face it feels like a tonne of bricks After the standin eight head to your corner to sit Manager screamin at you.It don't matter cos he walked dead into by bisteses Don't get mad cos you lost to the top of the listeds I'm sick, cold with the work, demented and viscious Plus I'm pretty so the ring girls be blowin me kissess
I'm gunna hit you with these boulders Servin you from the shoulders Step into the range of my blows and get rolled up Folded-up wit your snot-box leakin on ya Hold 'im up so I can put bangs and bings on ya You see two of me, don't ya? From the series of punches To your dome and your kidneys Should'a did you some crunches I throw thangs in bunches Got me grabbin and punkin now Tryin a knock the grill up out your mouth dawg.

Yo slipperz I don't consider u competition, ur lines lack comprehension
Guess that's why u use notes on the side for description
Come to my hood and I'll leave u in the fetal position, bloody and twich'n
Nigga stop bit*h'n, u got my attention
When u read this post, remember u begged to get abused
Talkin' to me all wrong, got me confused....
Wit another, ur the down low brother!
I rep the "dirty south" like pubic hairs on ur mother
Read the signature "I clap clowns",use hollow tip rounds after I hunt them down with hell's hounds
Piss ur pants, u dont stand a chance, save ur rants
Renovate ur style and revamp, build up skill then come see the champ!

Next......

im gonna spit what i had originally spit being how your verse was awful



ayo im new to dis forum like you to spitten/
betta watch urself befo i start kicken/
cuz ill be hitten/
look at ur wrist dawg, c'mon start slitten/
cuz im tough like cassidy/ icy like jay/
please stop testin G/ i dont wanna f**k wit u i aint gay/
Pharahoe, Jean Grae, Mos, Kweli, das ma heroes/
u listen to 50? biatch ima eat u like a box of cheerios/
cos im tellin u, das ur delirium/
da sh!t in da charts aint good its just wut whack niggaz hearin/
if u wanna floss wit me boy, betta git sum feelin/
if u a wacko like 4merlin ima kick ur rear-end/
shout out to da greats prof and doc/
u two iz tyte u rhymes iz deep/
but da most of da other ones is like groupies wit braces/
dissin each other witout even knowin da basics/
yo drop that mic now -just face it/
rappin is like a f**kin race,
it requires real skillz/

votes up plz for me vs sportsman

sportsman wrote: Yo, you in the ring with a thing, not a man And what I bring is shots to the body That'll make a fool sing, soprano Fall setter, ain't nuttin better Massive concussion, career over, no discussion Both eyes closed, broke nose, cheeks swole You can't see, vision like a peep ho This ain't no slug-fest or exhibition It's a disaster, cold, beat-down, tragic massacre Call in the doctor He's been rocked and socked-up Call the police, the champ's insane and oughta be locked up Pay-per-viewers have to try to not to light the whole block up He's hurt and he's wobbling and he can't keep his things up He's gettin banged up Uppercuts, overhead right, short left jab Right into a change up Big thing, he's down and canvas smell like dirt, don't it? El Cool Magnifico crush all weak opponent.

When I crush your face it feels like a tonne of bricks After the standin eight head to your corner to sit Manager screamin at you.It don't matter cos he walked dead into by bisteses Don't get mad cos you lost to the top of the listeds I'm sick, cold with the work, demented and viscious Plus I'm pretty so the ring girls be blowin me kissess
I'm gunna hit you with these boulders Servin you from the shoulders Step into the range of my blows and get rolled up Folded-up wit your snot-box leakin on ya Hold 'im up so I can put bangs and bings on ya You see two of me, don't ya? From the series of punches To your dome and your kidneys Should'a did you some crunches I throw thangs in bunches Got me grabbin and punkin now Tryin a knock the grill up out your mouth dawg.


da proffesor worte: im gonna spit what i had originally spit being how your verse was awful



ayo im new to dis forum like you to spitten/
betta watch urself befo i start kicken/
cuz ill be hitten/
look at ur wrist dawg, c'mon start slitten/
cuz im tough like cassidy/ icy like jay/
please stop testin G/ i dont wanna f**k wit u i aint gay/
Pharahoe, Jean Grae, Mos, Kweli, das ma heroes/
u listen to 50? biatch ima eat u like a box of cheerios/
cos im tellin u, das ur delirium/
da sh!t in da charts aint good its just wut whack niggaz hearin/
if u wanna floss wit me boy, betta git sum feelin/
if u a wacko like 4merlin ima kick ur rear-end/
shout out to da greats prof and doc/
u two iz tyte u rhymes iz deep/
but da most of da other ones is like groupies wit braces/
dissin each other witout even knowin da basics/
yo drop that mic now -just face it/
rappin is like a f**kin race,
it requires real skillz/

sportsman wrote: Yo, you in the ring with a thing, not a man And what I bring is shots to the body That'll make a fool sing, soprano Fall setter, ain't nuttin better Massive concussion, career over, no discussion Both eyes closed, broke nose, cheeks swole You can't see, vision like a peep ho This ain't no slug-fest or exhibition It's a disaster, cold, beat-down, tragic massacre Call in the doctor He's been rocked and socked-up Call the police, the champ's insane and oughta be locked up Pay-per-viewers have to try to not to light the whole block up He's hurt and he's wobbling and he can't keep his things up He's gettin banged up Uppercuts, overhead right, short left jab Right into a change up Big thing, he's down and canvas smell like dirt, don't it? El Cool Magnifico crush all weak opponent.

When I crush your face it feels like a tonne of bricks After the standin eight head to your corner to sit Manager screamin at you.It don't matter cos he walked dead into by bisteses Don't get mad cos you lost to the top of the listeds I'm sick, cold with the work, demented and viscious Plus I'm pretty so the ring girls be blowin me kissess
I'm gunna hit you with these boulders Servin you from the shoulders Step into the range of my blows and get rolled up Folded-up wit your snot-box leakin on ya Hold 'im up so I can put bangs and bings on ya You see two of me, don't ya? From the series of punches To your dome and your kidneys Should'a did you some crunches I throw thangs in bunches Got me grabbin and punkin now Tryin a knock the grill up out your mouth dawg.


da proffesor worte: im gonna spit what i had originally spit being how your verse was awful



ayo im new to dis forum like you to spitten/
betta watch urself befo i start kicken/
cuz ill be hitten/
look at ur wrist dawg, c'mon start slitten/
cuz im tough like cassidy/ icy like jay/
please stop testin G/ i dont wanna f**k wit u i aint gay/
Pharahoe, Jean Grae, Mos, Kweli, das ma heroes/
u listen to 50? biatch ima eat u like a box of cheerios/
cos im tellin u, das ur delirium/
da sh!t in da charts aint good its just wut whack niggaz hearin/
if u wanna floss wit me boy, betta git sum feelin/
if u a wacko like 4merlin ima kick ur rear-end/
shout out to da greats prof and doc/
u two iz tyte u rhymes iz deep/
but da most of da other ones is like groupies wit braces/
dissin each other witout even knowin da basics/
yo drop that mic now -just face it/
rappin is like a f**kin race,
it requires real skillz/

sportsman wrote: Yo, you in the ring with a thing, not a man And what I bring is shots to the body That'll make a fool sing, soprano Fall setter, ain't nuttin better Massive concussion, career over, no discussion Both eyes closed, broke nose, cheeks swole You can't see, vision like a peep ho This ain't no slug-fest or exhibition It's a disaster, cold, beat-down, tragic massacre Call in the doctor He's been rocked and socked-up Call the police, the champ's insane and oughta be locked up Pay-per-viewers have to try to not to light the whole block up He's hurt and he's wobbling and he can't keep his things up He's gettin banged up Uppercuts, overhead right, short left jab Right into a change up Big thing, he's down and canvas smell like dirt, don't it? El Cool Magnifico crush all weak opponent.

When I crush your face it feels like a tonne of bricks After the standin eight head to your corner to sit Manager screamin at you.It don't matter cos he walked dead into by bisteses Don't get mad cos you lost to the top of the listeds I'm sick, cold with the work, demented and viscious Plus I'm pretty so the ring girls be blowin me kissess
I'm gunna hit you with these boulders Servin you from the shoulders Step into the range of my blows and get rolled up Folded-up wit your snot-box leakin on ya Hold 'im up so I can put bangs and bings on ya You see two of me, don't ya? From the series of punches To your dome and your kidneys Should'a did you some crunches I throw thangs in bunches Got me grabbin and punkin now Tryin a knock the grill up out your mouth dawg.


da proffesor worte: im gonna spit what i had originally spit being how your verse was awful



ayo im new to dis forum like you to spitten/
betta watch urself befo i start kicken/
cuz ill be hitten/
look at ur wrist dawg, c'mon start slitten/
cuz im tough like cassidy/ icy like jay/
please stop testin G/ i dont wanna f**k wit u i aint gay/
Pharahoe, Jean Grae, Mos, Kweli, das ma heroes/
u listen to 50? biatch ima eat u like a box of cheerios/
cos im tellin u, das ur delirium/
da sh!t in da charts aint good its just wut whack niggaz hearin/
if u wanna floss wit me boy, betta git sum feelin/
if u a wacko like 4merlin ima kick ur rear-end/
shout out to da greats prof and doc/
u two iz tyte u rhymes iz deep/
but da most of da other ones is like groupies wit braces/
dissin each other witout even knowin da basics/
yo drop that mic now -just face it/
rappin is like a f**kin race,
it requires real skillz/

cmo peeps lets c da votes

cmon*

lmao ****, that was a pretty weak battle... but aight

structure: Proff, spots man, Ur's was messed up. spittin' in paragraphs gets borin' to read, on ones gonna read it if it's spit like that.
flow: sports
multies: none
Meta's: proff
wordplay: none
punches: none- sayin' none cause they were weak as ****.
Personals: none
Enjoyment; None
Vote: proff
explaination: weak ass battle. proff wins cause he had some disses in his verse that kinda hit, but sports mans disses were weak.
lmao weak. weak...... and seein' as proff won, tha's not sayi'n much.

ok yo man

Check it, I got styles, all of em sick Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks I make em **** about a pile, of bricks to show He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe That wanna flow, here it is, comin up ****'s creek I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep and I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky Method Man on some ****, niggaz call me The Fly Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll get severe on the double I harass it I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered By a psychopathic, way beyond an average Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it
What goes off? What goes on? The Meth **** that we got is to stay high, no question Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin When brothers start wettin everything in ya section Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up Is there a fuckin snake in my garden? Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf In a FUCKED UP situation, without no help I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody God damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs I be sprayin, brother with words Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM

Check it, I got styles, all of em sick Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks I make em **** about a pile, of bricks to show He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe That wanna flow, here it is, comin up ****'s creek I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep and I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky Method Man on some ****, niggaz call me The Fly Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll get severe on the double I harass it I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered By a psychopathic, way beyond an average Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it
What goes off? What goes on? The Meth **** that we got is to stay high, no question Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin When brothers start wettin everything in ya section Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up Is there a fuckin snake in my garden? Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf In a FUCKED UP situation, without no help I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody God damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs I be sprayin, brother with words Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM

better ?

Meh....... stuctures wack! why U spit in paragraphs, got bored of readin' it half way though.

yeah... sport.. Sh*t ya structure is f*cked up.. i would neva read that..

make it short ?

yeah make that sh*t short nobody wants to read a novel
anyway, anyone rate me and slipperz battle ? doc? anyone?
page 512 and mine was 513

ight man
i'm liek train
i can take pan
I'm the Borris, sorest, looser that you ever saw
But watch out dawg, i'm quick on the draw

thinking u can box? man u aint got **** but chicken pox.. now bitch please sit down.. before i lay my fists down onto ur face.. u fuckin disgrace

lay em down,
dont make me frown