Neverending Rap Battle

Hey yo, you a busta, betta keep ya gun closa
Don't keep it on tha shelf dawg, we all know you's a poser
Betta get ready for da noizze, get ready for the drama
But I Can't hear ****, just the bitchin of ya momma

She be jumpin on me dawg, I don't even botha
I don't wanna give ya funky ass another baby brotha

pass da mic

I found this forum on Google... So I'll just do a little somethin.

I know all you wannabes like to act
But all yo b!tches be doin is lickin dog a$$
Yo rap is sh!t
And da only name you get is "It"
You may not have heard of me,
But lemme warn you, yo gonna say me on MTV
Sure, some of yo are fly
But man, I'm as fine as dime
Lemme tell you people somethin,
This was ma first rap battle eva
But I prefer to battle in real life, not some ghetto ass letta


Note: Just playin around. Was bored, so I just made this thing up. Someone battle me back, I love to read all these rap battle shits.

Yo you betta back off boy, it's time for da ace
you can't run da pace, betta get back to ya place
I'ma serve you acapella, I don't need no base
Cuz ya know yo rhymes r drippin like my cum on ya face

You call yourself da Ace?
Man, you can't even tie ya mutha f*ckin shoe lace
You talkin bout ma place? You live in a cardboard box
I suggest you get back to ya job, go suck MJ's cock
That lil' thing you suck must be pretty small
But hey, it's better than molestin 9 year olds at the mall
I think I made ma point
While I was up in dis joint
Slim, go back on the date with MJ
Don't make a delay, you can't stay here to play
'Cause I mopped you up,
But hey, I put a lil nickel in ya cup
So go buy a gumball
Then go back to fuckin MJ against the wall

Yo, Elite Nick, I'll battle U man... say the word and we'll battle.

In my country, people are very hungry//
For the very reason, bush is way to humble with his money//
While people are starving, and whining without mommies//
Bush is sitting on his ass throwing a few back//
Then when your kids get older, they fight for their country//
Over seas… MAN its to much for me//
So when they come back from fighting in IRAQ//
All the soldiers made a pact//
That they would never go back//
To fight in IRAQ//
Then when Bush gets upset with the enemy//
His first response " lets just bomb on that country "//
As the unnamed soldiers are sent back to IRAQ and in pain//
LORD their calling on your name//
The bomb is dropped and not contained//
As the freefall is engaged//
The soldiers run enraged, and in pain, just like freed slaves//
As it falls to the ground, it makes a loud sound//
The sound of the families in pain//
For their soldiers are enraged and no longer in pain//
They have now past with the day, there was no other way//
In god we trust right, we went down without a fight//
So as our soldiers rest in peace//
Bush is playing with his niece//
As more soldiers are deployed to IRAQ//
Bush is feeling greedy, to the needy//
The ones that need help//
The ones that were wiped off the map//
And now covered in crap//
Their wonderful city gone in a snap//
Did bush bring supplies of many shapes and size//
NO, the wonder above came in a flash//
To the rescue//
To save my new born nephew//
Who's name is Andrew//

This is my first time doin this **** so tell me how i did.... please!!
peace out <~ Mr. Insane ~>

I took a few days off bitches but now i'm back
everyone's gettin' dissed, I ain't cuttin no slack
go ahead and respond back bitches if you able
cuz i'm fittin to tear all ya'll apart like midwest tornado

Mintsportman, I'ma make your life end real tragic
I have you bleedin' on the ground prayin' for some holy magic
and nigga you don't wanna go 16 lines wit me
cuz your vocabulary is weaker than a kid in elementary
you can't understand my flow cuz you ain't from tha streets
you a lil momma's boy bitch who still wets his sheets
And you ain't gotta repeat the same **** 20 times like Mike Jones
cuz your rhymes weak and softer than some newborn's domes
you really think your rhymes ring and speak the truth?
them shits is more rotten than a junkies front tooth
face it bitch, your garbage and your rhymes just plain suck
you can't beat me dude so just give the **** up
so just take your little keyboard and put that **** to rest
am I best? I'm more positive than a Magic Johnson blood test

What happened to you Gangsta, dawg why ain't you respond?
is it cuz in this lyrical warfare, your bitch ass got bombed?
you ain't no thug, man your as gay as a navy sailor
mad at me cuz I got more game than Jayceon Taylor
talkin' **** like you hard and commit all kinds of crimes
50 Cent called dawg, he wants back his rhymes
and I know you'll never be in the number 1 spot
you might be alot of things but a G you not
I'd rather live my life as weak ass white trash cracker
than a prime example of what would happen if Urkel was a rapper
and like I really give a **** if your dick was in my girl
cuz last night I had your bitches pussy drippin' like a jheri curl
and it's ok, she told me that you have a few problems
just pop a couple Viagra's dawg if you wanna solve um
and when i'm introducin' my joint as number 1 on Direct Effect
I bet you'll still be in the bathroom tryin' to get your **** erect

What the **** is you talkin' about me suckin' your big toe?
those are words that come out the mouth of a full blown homo
keep on spittin' lines dawg cuz they borin', they got me snorin'
you the one who rocks more chaps than Ralph Lauren
and please believe me cuh, my rhymes don't need to be assisted
i'll get you an 80 dollar gift certificate to pussies -r- us like 'cris said
I don't even know why i'm battlin' with you faggot, it's waste of my time
when a dick's not in your mouth then it's on your mind
your rhymes are just plain horrible like Da Proffesor said
so cut off your computer and go hop back in your dad's bed
and cuddle up next to him so he can shelter you with safety
cuz your gonna get fuckin' embarassed if you try to step up and face me
and I don't gotta shut the **** up cuz I don't care about what you say
I bet people would pay you to keep your weak ass rap's on E-Bay
and why the hell are you talkin' about fuckin' some dead bodies?
the only body that's gonna be fucked is your's after I blast you with tha shotty

thats my bad ass nigga right there yall

respect man

aight dawg, lemme spin this ****

who the **** is this bitch named King King
he comes up in hear like a bad ass rapper, bitch whats wrong?
aight, pull out yo little nerf gun while i blow a fuckin hole in yo head
why you talkin bout niggas when you live in a white mobile home
im all decked out, pimpin wit a Escalade, the spinnz in chrome
whil u over ther with a hot wheel car, actin like a wannabe mc
what the **** do you kno bout G-unit, nothin i see
your rhymes are faker then michael jacksons nose


Hinakin I aint running, the Gansta will be back and will school yo ass tomorrow

u just don't know !!!
bitches bitches ,step right up!!!
Like pac as a kid you all had dreams about rappin
But your dreams became hope because you turned towards packets
It's comin straight from my heart n as a matter of fact it's
Only bein said cause I was on the same track kids
I made fun of my brother jus 4 workin at macas
Now he's married
Got a kid
He's the boss so you tell me who's Mackin
Bad **** you shouldn't have it
When will this **** quit 4 silly rabbitts ?

Who's strugglin ???

ain't nobod able2fwitme

yo f@#k who you wanna battle
you wak n the fact is you know
ya ain't chit 2 no king
of this culture
Hoe
stand back n wath me blow
Hoe

here we go, i made this rap and im bored....

since that first rap ya'll know who i am,
I'm going to be lightin this **** up like a true gangstas
and we for real son, I aint no bitch ass prankstas

when I hit this **** big I knew what I had to do
im talkin, spittin insane **** that could addict you
i guess these niggas aren't understanding
the level at which I am demanding

man, yo ass isn't competition
four of my lines and you're in submission
see my lyrics are my ammunition
and c-weim slaughters the opposition

see im cocky cause i flow so good
and im bold cause i say **** the hood
i dont need em, im fine on my own
and im ready to face any crew all alone

why bring backup, im better than an entire gang
just sit yo ass down and let me do my thang
after me, my opponents careers are disasters
they claimed ive peaked, but i keep gettin faster

keep on asking whos gonna stop the jew
but sorry man, it aint gonna be any of you
my lyrics are so hot theyre translated for every nation
see im craved by the youth of every population

now ya'll scheming and plotting to try and end my spree
but ill hit back so hard they'll want me for the first degree

oi sinkilla
yo **** you sinkilla,
your crap put your head back under ya piller,
get real scared but this aint no friller,
you **** mingas from hoes bitch,
if i had to **** anyone from showbiz,
it would be jennifer lopez,
id **** her, wid no rubber,
shes me mum so ill av a new kid en a new brother,
en ill call it mr believer,
ill really deseave ya,
chop off your maggot dick with a cleaver,
yo im pimponline en its crumy,
detox cant pimp me it requires money,
as i said hes a cheap bitch hoe en two bit,
hes so poor he has to go outside to ****,

yo i made up a new rime the other day,
it was so amazing that it blew me away,
my lyrics are good infact theyre great,
there reall nice but sometimes they can caose hate,
i got told off in school for avin two lates,
ryhmes ar mother **** they could be greats,
but ive spit me **** en tragedys appened in two states,
ive switched spit so ive had to change rates,
i hate bein hated by the other bois suckin on cox,
but i noteced your good sorry detox,

shut up king kong
u think u cool but all yo **** is wrong
quit rap and go play sum ping pong
u sound like a muthafucka
u don got a suck to own a gun u dick sucka
oh bac to the subject
maybe thats wat u reflect
wat a hell is king kong for a name
get betta names and maybe u can eat up more fame
damn son r u white
how u goin to represent a monkey in a rap game
ma name z tha problem get that **** clear
i battle niggaz and get the game scared
And i spit flames like a dragon
plus am sittin side was in brand new wagon
who tha **** needs help bitches.

tha problem yall
show respect for the nigga.

Ah yo mintsportsman
wat a **** is wrong witch
ama cave ur face in like a frickin Jew
coz u sound mad corny like a nigga beat down wit his eyez turnin blue
shut ur mouth b4 i get it stuck together wit ma crazy glue
u dont got a degree
and u stil brag about ur **** like a kindergaten referee
witch ur ass smily lik a bitch from jail and let free
ur fuckin battle post looks like u was writtin a term paper
wit a lot of nosense and wak rhymes on it like a gay rapper
wat a **** is ur name is that a type of a cigar
o wat i think jus a dumbass niggaz
yall lucky coz there nuttin in ma left trigga
u fuckin homo
r stupid o summin
wats da point of opening ur trash can if u aint spittin out nuttin
ur dumdass is slow yo.
am out of here
but i be back when ur **** start to seem like they gt a glow yo

tha problem
show respect for a nigga.

YTZ NEVERENDING SH!T CUD REALLY KILL U
yo

neverending rap battles 2005
i want every rapper to keep this forum alive

kick sh1t blasting rappers/
u cant stop us, we like internet robberz!!!!!
we take what we want, we never get caught /
fk the sh1t split man its da law. rich - poor
we walkin da candy shop 2nd floor
wit guns at peeps HEAD
shop keeper yelling man fk take the bread.
wit a bullet to his head he DEA"D
"pulled the trigger OOps, man i run with ma n1gger,we go 2 pauls/ we stand up tall, we never fking fall
LET THIS BE A LESSON TO YALL
KEEP IT REAL GIVE ME A CALL

ytz 2005 free

You's the Pimponline, who's sellin' gay sex
you need to take your rhymes and run 'um through spellcheck
why you gotta steal Em's line about Jennifer Lopez?
that's scandalous and cheap just like your momma tha hoe is
You don't want beef wit Hinaken cuz I spit hot fire
If you thinkin you beatin' me and Detox then you might as well retire
and if I find you puttin' my niggaz name in your mouth again
i'll have you cryin' like Rocky when he was yellin' for Adrian
your rhymes is tired dawg so just keep your mouth shut
before I have you like DMX, slippin', fallin' and unable to get up
I bet your criminal record is like a rich man's bathtub, squeaky and clean
while I got one longer than Fenway Park for stackin' monster green
and like Lil Scrappy, you don't wanna be dead in tha streets
you might as well scrap the rhymes you writin' and push delete
cuz you if you **** wit me, i'll strike on you faster than a stroke of lightinin'
and leave you gap toothed and ugly just like that nigga Mike Tyson

Yeah, let's keep this **** going


Since the first grade I have been keepin a pad,
About the dreams that I've had and the **** that makes me mad,
Now that I'm older and I'm passin through time,
I come here to excite and incite you with freestyle rhyme,
No need for the hate that brews some times between us,
As a matta of fact if you seen us, you be wishin u been us,
I may diss ya when i spit to ya but if some bit-- talks wack,
As a matta of fact dawg u can count on me watchin your back,
For ages many pages have been filled with raps on this site,
So yall keep it alive and this sh1t will continue to thrive...aight.