Neverending Rap Battle

i'm spreading around like i'm cancer
yeah ok, i'll leave scraps alone cause the faggot never gave me an answer
so now i'm coming after that pretty rick boy
i don't know him yet, but i heard he plays with a dick toy
i'll kill your momz, your popz and your friends too
and yo, anything you say can and will be used against you
so go ahead and tell your boys and your mellowish crew
in the mean time, i'ma make green with my partner like yellow and blue
but don't forget that i'm waiting for you
and i started off good but the ending was better
so sincerly hipnotic, end of the letter.

the boy is back
wit a new groove
so for u that means bad news
im killin and leavin fuccin clues
yall better get csi
and get rid of blues clues
wut yall thought i left this post
naw i went out of town ta do a killer show
i went ta rock the boat
but i jus sunk it
ya boy got rhymes
who would have thunk it
man all these punks talkin nonsense
rethink ya raps
make fuccin sense
talkin bout pokemon and farm animals
u typin bullshit ta get laughs off
some niggas is typin real ****
ta get they thought off
and im sittin the back wit the sawed off

BRING IT BIATCHER
i'm a bumble bee!!
don't be scared i won't sting you hard!

i know what you are but what am i?
HA with that i owned your rap

i know i made you cry but i'm like a mirror man.. whatever you say to me! i'll reflect it to you

yes i should be the next TUPAC but people say i'm too good for him..
soon when i leave home.. my parents aren't gona be the only one's to say that

ey yo JCC this **** is real dawg, so don't try it
if you were to put out an album as bad as the **** i just read, people just won't buy it
i'm humble see
but i'll still come at you if you provoque me, you fu**ing bumble bee
cut you in half and disect your ride,
when i'm done with you they'll change my name from hipnotic to insecticide
so shut up, listen to the lesson and learn
hip hop is hell for whack rappers, so i'm guessing you'll burn
oh and by the way i'm done with you, so i'm ending my turn.

Bryan would like to inform pretty rick that he is not bad and doesnt know where the secure institute where he is stored is. Therefore any threats which are made make little impact on his tarnished sole.
He would like to remind you that you are on an internet forum not a 50 pence concert. Bryan though would be willing to meet up to have a game of connect 4 or columns on his megadrive. But beware if you attempted to beat on him, he has dogs that are like fat horses ready to pounce, similar to Bono from U2. Or Musim Butt and the bury paki crew would kick your shins and youd come to his house and he would say i dont care.
Bryan will be next online to battle pretty rick @ 0400 hrs GMT.
Bryan has gone for a daddy burger meal with Rodney Marsh and the victim in the Michael Jackson sex allegations, Gavin.
Oow check his bad self
See ya you slobs.

plz raise your hand if bryan gives you inspiration.the **** he's been through is unbelievable you smelly cunts wouldn't be able to handle it,in the words of the great destinys child.and we all live in a society were we can all compromise and get along but as i witnessed today at the england u19's match against swedans u19's match were a professional swedish football player was lying on the turf and the england supporters began to taunt this unfortunate young superstar.and before i go on can i just say well done to the great stewards at gigg lane who controlled the smelly paki's very very well not letting them spoil the match for the rest of the people.but at the same time not setting a good example to younger supporters or younger paki's.as i walked through bury it really set me back,remembered the good days of my young childhood.and what made my day was seeing the beautiful ginger locks of thomas taylor,and that really hit me.but that smile was swept off my face when a scruffy bastard wearing black trackie bottoms with 2 orange stripes sat next to me and lee chapman.after that the day turned bitter when my favourite paki in the whole world musim butt was not with his fellow crew members.

so plz plz donate to bryan charity to stop beating children.so far this is going better than planned with over 5 donaters.

thank you so much.

Mush xx

re neverending rap battle
who wants pretty rick to rip these f****n clown's bryan tha superstar and
this candy ass hipnotic bun. i'm waitin 4 ya answer

Re: re neverending rap battle
i will b on at 1o o'clock west virginia time, so 4 2 b****Es u betta come correct wit ya rhymes. 2 my fans holl and give me some feed back. 1

Re: re neverending rap battle
tha beef is on fella's. i live 4 this ****

wut is these nigga talkin
makin dates ta rhyme
just post dont put no writin **** ta waste time
but on the real yall is funny
my rhymes punch yours like
kung foo dummies
hey its only fun and games
but its a damn shame
how im so serious
about the crimes i commit
while yall sitin up dreamin and ****
got a nine on my lap while im postin ****
im not game i will pop ya lid
so run up if you wana
ooooweeee look at the waves they sick
im the next #1 rap draft pick

faded.
what chyou talkin bout
the only 9 you got is mine in yo mouth
what you know bout us niggas comin out the dirty south?
mothafucka you beat kung fu dummies
and i eat your lyrics, yummy
you aint got **** on the rhymes
damn quit gettin yo words from the new york times
na nigga i aint no pastor troy, and u wanna be a #1 draft pick
hey, faded come a little closer so i can slap you wit my dick
how does it feel to have a mushroom imprint on your face
huh whats that you'd rather give it a taste
aww damn i knew you were a faggot
damn dawg dont reply.. or i'll have to cause more havoc.

who the fucc is dis
dirty south dirt bag
he talkin bout new york times
i rather read the LA
b'cuz im a west coast reptable
comon boy i come ta texas
and turn ya body into vegitable
by hittin u in the head wit dis 45th
nigga plz i been runnin this post
ever since i got a password
u usin other niggas rhymes
i call that pass a word
come on funny bunny
talkin that gay ****
i dont think u can hang wit this army
we dont speak basic ****
i'll step on ya face wit my golf cleets
and make ya face leak
now that i gave u a peice of my mind
i'll turn the other cheek

for rick....
you asked for it, so i'ma give you my contestation
cause from you the words don't wanna come out like constipation
oh my bad, am i using words too big for your vocabulary?
truth is, i don't give a **** cause i bet you look kinda scary
and on top of that, your rhymes break as easy as capilaries
yeah, i'll diss you with medical terms
just for being a whack nigga who likes to swallow helical sperms
i smoke words-weed and my raps come in miracle proportions
while we discard your rhymes like lyrical abortions
crazy like native americans, navajos and tainos
please nigga, you really think you attacking latinos?
i'm playing you and taking your money, like black jack in casinos
and i'm talking without fear, cause i'm doubtful than rick
can leave from here with anything else than a mouthful of dicks.

damn sorry ass nigga talkin bout he got an army
bitch you aint got **** you in formation with your girls barbies
talkin bout you from the west coast
thats where them faggots hang out most
are you from san fransisco too?
sounds like it, talkin bout a bitch ass golf shoe
you aint gonna step on **** wit yo weak ass rhymes
i'm gonna tell you this one more time.. nigga keep readin the times
mutha fucka here talkin bout he jus did a show
where at bitch? showtime at the apollo?
i tried to tell you my flows hit you so hard they conna make you cough
i aint gonna **** wit yo ass no mo, imma let my nigga BUN finish u off

woah woah woah hom'1, texas u back fo more?
man i kno u loss but now u turn to other whors?
**** bitchh i havent heard ur **** back at me,
man in fact, u mor whacked than the nigga jCC,
like u done befor, u again talk **** off the truth,
if u gon spit, u spit wuhs righ not smooth,
u look fo rhymes,
i look fo lines,
ur ****, not rap, sounds like u whine,
this fo rap yo, but sall fine,
trust me, u finish no one, cept u finish ur career,
learn som ****, quit listenin to elvis, and com back righ here.

A rhyme
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Heres this bitch thinkin shes
the **** with these
wack ass lines
let me tell you
shes a bout to end up on the flat line


P.S I MEANT IT TOO

I bring 3 times the pressure 'n' 3 times the pain 3 times the hits goin straight to your brain. My words are like venom goin through your main vain n you about to die n get hit by a train or a pile of bricks,n what you gona do shrimp dick your fast with your words lickity split but you seem to suck dickity dick, you little prick you just got trickity tricked you stupid fool your a fuckin tool,like your mom when i f-f-fucked her in my pool,i make you drool while you think your so cool as i mock 'n' dock you as i picked you up and droped you as i clock the glock pull it back n it looks like i just shot you. I just murdered you man and im only 15 your probly twice my age...yeah you aint black but your rhymes are wack,your just another rapper who will never make it...your rhymes are played out there aint no doubt now to finish you off..ill say **** you and im out

Toon town is sittin here flauntin waitin for someone to be tauntin i aint said enough to pipe down,ill pipe down when i see that little bitch ryan get snipped out. Bun's got you by the toung, Yall niggas cant spit **** even when i told you i was suckin on your mom's tits bitch your gettin hit in all directions Every word i spit is makin the right connection to your brain bitch im like method man cuz i came to bring the pain

texas boy
u's a texas bitch
if i came ta texas ta slang
u probly snitch
ya rhymes r shitty
im a kill u off
like jada did fifthy
u's a clown
thinkin im from sisco
im a crazy nigga
no prob downin a whole bottle of hypno
fo sho i get high as the sky
wen its time ta get down
ya homies fa sho dont ride
plus u hide
it dont make **** better
wen yo bitch ass start ta cry
wuts in texas notin but red necks
man in cali im gettin so much cheese
its like they writin chedda checks
its 10 in the mourn
i aint even had breakfast yet
but im eatin yo punk ass
and im eatin wit no fork
thats the sign of disrespect
so until u make me say oooowee
wit ya rhymes
im a stop typin so u can make time

faded
a'ight hold up, i don't even know what happen
y'all is dissin each other, like if you were good at rappin
faded, you stop, follow and flip
and your girl must love alcohol, cause she be swallowing hip
even she says that your lyrics are loosie and corny
that's why she be callin me whenever her pussy gets horny
don't mess with me man, my phenomenal legion
will shoot out your whole f***ing abdominal region
and then start droppin boddies like it was domino season
and c'mon dawg, you ain't a hustler, your man's coppin a work
i see you at the club like tweet, droppin a skirt
so for you to finally learn something and pay some attention
i'm gonna have to put you on the spot, and tell everyone about your gaysome intentions
but not yet, that's just the last resort
rite now i'm tellin everyone how the rhymes that you claim to be vast is short
how are you so scared dawg? lend me some fear
oh wait, i ain't need it, so i'm ending it here.