Neverending Rap Battle

Baby bok? Ain't that tha bitch that used to hang around wit Barney?
that ****'s more retarded than Leo Dicaprio playin Arnie
i'll battle you anytime bitch cuz I ain't no feline
you'll see when I throw more heat than Nolan f*ckin Ryan
and If you think you can beat me nigga, I dare you to try it
cuz you'll end up 6 feet deep where everything's quiet
I'm tha general, known through tha hood for puttin in work
I ain't takin it easy on you either nigga, i'm goin berserk
ayo, you hittin like Mantle is funnier than a crank call
how you gonna knock it out tha park nigga when you still play t-ball?
and bitch you'll never be tha next motha f*ckin eminem
you ain't a diamond in tha rough, you's a transparent gem
Marshall Mathers has skill, somethin you lack
cuz you just a geeky ass white boy who wanna be black
like Randy Moss, graduated from a Viking to a Raider
and i'm rippin through your **** like a foreign invader

Mr.insane you are dumb your raps sound like you stole them you dirty bum.
You think hinaken and d-con ripped you ill be your land lord and
Evicted you, ill put you and your family in the street and look at
You with no pity, when I shot your mom in the head because she
Is shitty. Ill rip you like your name was smitty. Na I was just joking
You have the perfect name, you are insane your rhymes sound like you
Are playing the name game. but don't feel bad most people can't rap
But the way you sound you should get slapped. ******* with me you'll get your neck snapped
And get your ass rapped in a body bag with a tag around your toe. Ill treat your girl
Like a hoe while she is eating a sloppy joe. On the corner of the street sucking some nigga's
Meat her breath smells like feet. If the bitch tries to cheat she will be beat.

Yo shut up before it gets any worse. God damn, u making me curse. Ur fuckin up ur rhymes and ur life. Ur like the otha nigga sayin he brings a knife to a gun fight. Thats right. R Dubs back again. Im bringing it for another win. Yall say I ant ****, but yet... i ant heard yall let one rip, u cant spit. While you grittin, imma keep on spitting. Yea Im rockin my black dcs, while im spittin these rhymes, u keep taking them bcs. I kno there powerful, and sapenceful, i bring it hard, R Dubs my real intial. Naw I dont go to skool, so shut the **** up with the bull. I am 14... I am white, all I do is work 2 jobs.. and when I get home at nite I right. I dont live with my mother, I do got three different brothers that came from a different mother. I did get kicked out of skool for smoking weed, yes indeed, I did sell crack and Im only 14, yea I live with my achcohalic nigga uncle dean. No i ant got HIV like u, Im clean. See, I dont diss much, but I wont lie, I dont wear a size A Cub, its a C, and my clit does get licked a bunch. See, its like ur scared, u ant never see me? I spit the truth, with my crickted ass tooth... say some **** that I dont kno about me... say some **** that u seen me do... i dont kno where the **** ur **** comes from, its like a cow u cant understand them, i can do it too, moo, moo. And all the others do.. Booo... Booo. I dont give a ****... Like I said its like ur scared... ur beating around the bush, like ur scared of the pussy, so u eat around the tush. See, Im a lyrical destaster. I am the master, at masterbation, this is my song and my creation. So u better have a rhyme in preperation. I am the poor 14 year old raping, rhyming creater, with about 5 electric heatas, in a bout 5 different small trailas, at the same time im thinking that ur dicks probably only 2 centametas. I kno I ant got there yet, I ant the best... but as im seeing, i got more chesticals than u got them non existing testicals. Hey, yea ur right I catch a bus, not for school, and ur right, i catch it at 7 and work all the way till 5 and sometimes over time until 11. Im above ur level, ur sinking down to the devel. Ive been through hell and back about 3 times, and like i said i could never sum it up with these rhymes. Yea my dads in jail, and I send him 50 bucks every day in the mail. I ant never got a letter. but its for the better. I dont kno if thats me real dad. But i kno he rasied me from diapers until his herion problem got real bad. Say some **** that I dont kno about me.. or battle me... if thats wat they say, u were sayin ur the guy on mtv and ur trying to learn how to rap like me. I dont need to learn, I have my own style and my own cordination, this is my rap town, my lyrical congergation, I be rapping on ur radio sation. So listin with concentration, and u ant gotta stop, keep on with the masterbation.....

MAD PROPS

D_con said:
Mr. Insano ur rhymes is plain tho
and ur flow is stopped up do u need some liquid drano
had to go and talk about smackin my bitches titty
at least my bitch don't look real shitty
and she aint a part of tha itty bitty titty committy
thinkin u tha **** in this rap game
but i'm here to let ya kno ya style is real lame
i'll freeze u on tha spot make ya ass start shiverin
i juss got sreved go back to suckin dick for a livin
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itty bitty titty committy!! LMFAO damn dog funny **** ill post bak here in a bit

itty bitty titty committy, u copy peoples ****??? u aight tho? u check my ****? dont be dissin a girl now dog

Dcon
yo dcon battle me dawg (not hatin) u just sound like a good competitor

ayo, I seriously don't think you wanna battle me child
you ain't got tha hot yet, you only got a taste of tha mild
so for one last time, I think i'll put you in your place
and get you off my back so I can have some breathin space
everybody's like, why you rippin on tha ghetto Orphan Annie?
cuz she's need a taste of tha real world like tha bitch's name was Danny
you just made yourself sound like a lil trashy whore, are you proud?
when it comes to sex wit you, I guess anything's allowed
suckin dick for rock cuz you's a 14 year old crack feen
I bet your biggest customer is your drunk uncle dean
your just a sad little who has to deal wit tha pain
that your dad's shoots up more than Kurt Cobain
you could never be on my level even if you got risen
cuz more than likely you'll be joinin your dad up in tha f*ckin state prison
and i'm suprised you even know what your talkin about
seein as how your a goddamn 7th grade drop out
while your on tha bus goin to make that hard earned cash
your dad's in his cell gettin f*cked in tha ass
just go hook and get tha attention of some random adult male
so maybe you can get your junkie ass dad out on bail
and I ain't gotta write a big ass page to prove my point
cuz I think your stories faker than an artifical joint

do any good rappers remain on this site?
i mean hinaken and doc are still here..but is any1 else?..its sad

Yo D_con.... i will pump some bullets into yo brain, and now yo momma's insane, why u say my bitch shitty? at least im not part of the itty bitty titty committe, i get what u sayin, she's wack? you just mad cause yo daddy aint black, i fucked yo bitch once, i fucked yo bitch twice, the last time i made her pay a price, cause im'a sack tap'er, back slap'er, 2.50 an hour, i got tha power, we'l make a storm in my dorm, thas were it all happens. yea girl feels good dont it. ill let you won it, you chose, you decide how far you wanna go, we can do it in the bed or we can do it on the floo, we can do it outside for everyone to see, or we can do it in my room were its just you and me.
WTF, a week later she gave yo ass STD's
she's more ghetto than a man named stan
who has to use both of his hands
and ya wander y yo momma turned insane?
cause she had a meetin with me... Mr. Insane

Look u ant ****, Im a virgin. U need to go get ur head fixed, my mothas brothas a sergin. I ant **** either, and I ant no annie, u need to back off the ghetto rhymes and take a brether. U think u good as tupac, well can i saw if u see me on ur block with 2 glocks say f*ck the world like tupac, is cause i dont give a f*ck, I dont give a F*ck wat u think. U dont fase me, lieing sycopathic maniac, its ironic, i dont do crack, i used to sell it, but now i think ur the one on cronic. My dads not in the state prison, but if u put words in peoples lyrics or not its ur desision. U dont even kno, u ant ready for this, this is about the 20th time ive had it with the devil, a head on collision. But im still on my mission, to be susessiful, and meaniful, and not rap some shitty bull. This **** ant cool. Living my life.. lets switch lifes, and switch with the switch blade knifes. If I had one chance in ur shoes, I would fix everything u got, including ur rhymes... yea u can spit, but not the truth, well guess what go with fake rhymes and jump in ur birthday suit. Ur happy ur winning, but keep on sinning, but dont worry ur still forgiving. And guess what im happy im still living. My uncle dean... oh he probably fucked ur momma last night, thats right, he told me they called her WAP. Wrinkled ass pussy... and he said that it was real hairy, had about 5 mexians in there too, he said it felt like pinestrawl, when he was in her tusshy and when he went down her brawl. What the f*ck is that ****? Damn roaches crawling down the walls, ****, i just got bit. U think Im lieing, keep on denining, cause ur rhymes are declining. I cant handle u kno more. I feel like u came out of the thrift store.
See Im the lady boss, im biting ur syle like Christ crucified on the cross. U remorize, I scruntinize, and regenerize. I got cash, and I got hash, I got green, and yes my rhymes arent lies and I dont give a ****, I am only 14.

but look, dont listin to my rhymes, im only 14, with a dream, tryna make it on the cheerleading team. I dissmiss this trial, cause im thinkin ur starting to diss the new eminem, they call her feminem , the new 8 mile. But u can say all u say... ur gay... and u pic crabs to eat from dinner from the bay. I do? I never knew this, well thats what that one nigga said who tried to diss. Im pissed, Im sooo scared.. mommy help? Oh yea u ant there, so as i stare into the darkness, im waitin for another lie when u try to diss. I rhyme lyrically, im a distater, like im said im the lyrical master. One day i am gonna be on tv, if not on ur mp3. what u got to say about me? say it proudly, im not just R Dub, no matter what, they also call me smiley!

Ant nobody gonna right back, so imma say what I just wrote down, so be ready to frown, cause this neverending rap battle is about to be tore down.

R DUB THE REAL FEMALE THUG, The lyrical master, disater, A plus the lyrically superb one, spittin rhymes. Off the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drums. Rotten ****, make Hinakin or whateva fake mc call a time out,
Knockin niggas three times my size out. This girls got it hard, living on P Town Blvdbard. The crowd loves me, so when I ain't around they ask for me. I buckle up to kick rap like a crash dummy. Selling weed for the fast money, I get up in that ass money. The fact you tryin to test me DJ Battlefeild, kinda bugs me. I leave these other rappers fed up, like handicap niggas tryin to get up. Emcees get wet up with lyrical gun pillars.
I blow up the spot when it's time to rock. I speak through a mic my voice peak out at a hundred watts. Who wanna cipha? I get dumb word to my mother the father the holy ghost and rev. run. When it's all said and done, I end this post and the service, To cop the type of verses that average emcees seem to worship. Now what the hell you got to say to me now? See I can bring it down, so dont come up here with oh **** wow.

I'm the illest from queens to the new jerusalem briddicks. Anyone who ain't feeling my shidick can suck Hinakins didick
You need to quit it if you ain't spitten more than 50 bars per minute cause you ain't in lyrical fitness kickin boring raps with metaphors that's wack
All of y'all mutha f*ckas need nordictrack to get ya weight up. F*ckin with R DUB THE REAL FEMALE THUG you get ate up. Get beat down and sprayed up, just for bringing my name up. So, wheres the post? The back up? was up?

ayo feminem
u think u as good as eminem
u mo like vanilla ice tryna rhyme again
u tryna take a sip of dat juice and gin
u say u rhyme but u only try 2 rhyme
i furst thought u were good den i changed my mind
u actin wut we would say "funny kine"
yea datz dat slang here so dont try 2 diss
how can u rhyme when u talk wit a lisp
ya sure ull b on tv but not my mp3
da only sho ull b on is wit oprah winfrey
talkin bout how u never make it
u lil bitch tryna cry dont even fake it
ya im frum da islandz and datz oahu nigga

Boys in tha hood, when yall gonna reply, my rhymes are gettin better, only good. There gettin heavier and they only could. There stronge, and so is this weed that im hittin from my stick girls bong. Going along... where yall go? I kno yall ant scared of no girl, or as yall consider a ho? I got a stash of weed, and a friend to smoke it with indeed, i got dem rhymes on my mind, listinin to the club music, and shaking my behind. Im ready to battle, ready to spit, cause i got a mind full of rhymes, and a chest full of breast. Oh no, Opra winfrey? she was the one havin a 3 sum with ur mommy and my daddy? Dont cry, u can only fake it, like u said, u never made it? o **** son, come shoot me, with ur 22 wack ass gun. U cant spit nun. U think u can rhyme cause u hard from the islands of the dirty south, well guess what bitch, i'll bust in your mouth. Now jiggle all around, wiggle to the sound. U wanna battle, well we can get down. U spit a line, I spit mine, U spit ****, I spit ****, I spit so good, U hittin this clit.

highroller2005 vs. Insane
Highroller2005 said:
Mr.insane you are dumb your raps sound like you stole them you dirty bum.
You think hinaken and d-con ripped you ill be your land lord and
Evicted you, ill put you and your family in the street and look at
You with no pity, when I shot your mom in the head because she
Is shitty. Ill rip you like your name was smitty. Na I was just joking
You have the perfect name, you are insane your rhymes sound like you
Are playing the name game. but don't feel bad most people can't rap
But the way you sound you should get slapped. **** with me you'll get your neck snapped
And get your ass rapped in a body bag with a tag around your toe. Ill treat your girl
Like a hoe while she is eating a sloppy joe. On the corner of the street sucking some nigga's
Meat her breath smells like feet. If the bitch tries to cheat she will be beat.
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Hey man ill surround yo bitch
Flop my dick out
Put it in her mouth
Than ill take her ass back to tha dirty south

Than when you go to pick her up from her daily rounds
U say hey babe how was yo day
How much did that bitch pay
She says, that mothafucka didn't pay, he beat my ass all damn day

The next day you get caught for possession
Glycerin rocks in yo socks, was messin
You dumb mothafucka
You make yo self look so damn guilty
Lightin up that fat blunt you so call a phillie

You silly as bitch
As dane cook would say
Go suck a dick
And have a nice day

Yo momma must be proud of her son that's in jail
Getting it in the ass every day in his cell
A wanna be mc
Who beats around the bush
And also licks a crusty ass tuch.

Nigga u don't wanna battle me
Cause ill rip u up and spit u out like u was in jawanna's nook
Take a look
In the big book
And confess all ur sins and cry a big look


Hey dog its ok we all have a few problems,
go get fucked in the head by a man named Fred
tell him to play tha game that insane sent him to name
the game of cold clocks and killas,
he'l bill ya the rest in the mail when you fail.

Your story is touching, it's really sad whore
but why did you have to go and steal Em's life for?
I'm not denyin that tha fact that your f*ckin ass is poor
all your clothes probably did come from tha 99 cent store
you a motha f*ckin virgin? ha ha, bitch I gotta laugh
cuz I bet you was like 9 when you gave up that ass
you dropped out of school cuz you was too stupid to pass
you even tried givin dome to tha teacher of your math class
you said "give me an A and i'll suck your dick"
he laughed, gave you an F and said "get away from me trick"
how sad, you got turned down by a horny old man
it's all good cuz drunk uncle dean's waitin in tha van
and he knows just what to do to make you feel better
he'll kiss you and then open your legs like a certified letter
squeezin on your little titties up underneath your sweater
if molestin kids was a sport, he'd have a varsity letter
but like 50 Cent, I think you like it just a lil bit
cuz girl you's a lil freak ass inbred bitch
you let your uncle nail you like a carpenter's kit
I bet he popped your cherry like tha white on a zit
lost your **** to your uncle, so now you hard?
I don't give a f*ck about you or your damn boulevard
crack pipes and condoms all across your front yard
bitch you trippin if you think you catchin me off guard
cuz i'm always around, i'll strike when you least expect
i might catch you takin a **** or with your uncle havin sex
you ain't out on tha street and you ain't bustin no tech's
your broke ass is sittin at home collectin your welfare checks
what kinda of f*ckin lie gonna come out your mouth next?
maybe that your rich and own a 3 story complex?
or maybe that your brother is that nigga tech nine
that tale is taller than a f*ckin white oak pine
and I don't even remember what you said in your opening rhyme
but i'm sure it stunk more than a homeless food line

no diis just spittin

look im spittin from the keyboard nigga see more
see whore ill **** you out the front door
its more then poor nigga yo asshole is still sore
ima go in the escalade which now can be yours
you can drive by wit broads and bentleys
you can do it all wit me and spit free like mince meat
sit yo ass back down in the seat you lil rich ass freak
im just gonna divise and recignize your eyes
when my dick go up a size see i rhyme like T.I
when u wit me makin hits is easy and cheesy
no other hoochie gonna please me im the real mc
god is watchin before the lord like power to the cord
im bored so im spittin and lickin and sippin on a scooner
niga u can spit whenever it can even be sooner
it hurts doin the demons work in the church
like an office clerk findin the price of a condom yeah nigga observe
ill give you power in an hour if you only scream louder
all newbies sit in the corner and cower like u licked a pussy that was sour


so yeah just got bored and had a wack day man respect to all my niggas

Rdub
Shut the **** up R dub your fake as hell
your name aint ever ring no bells
your way to young for your time
you need to stop hittin that white line
because when it comes time to rhyme your brains filled with to many white grines
manufactured from Crackrock and ready to hit the streets
made for real G's not 14 year old feenes
**** i think I need to redeem because my lyrics were a little mean
I forgot a year ago you were still playin with barbies
Now your poppin pills and thinking you got some rhyming skills?
You want to climb the hustling hill?
Go back to childhood until your ready
So maybe you can keep your life internally steady

u kno we aint goin no place
cuz u aint nuttin but a disgrace
how can u even bare ur face
man dis aint no place fo sum silly ho
dont u kno gurlz jus get on da low ready 2 blow
man yall kno how i get down when i come around
battlin dis clown who back down when i come thru da town
wut weed... u mean dat easter bunny grass
u only smokin dat cash
im only 13 and rhymin out ur ass
u think u shakin ur ass man u in ur own class
i only make it cuz i can
wut gun i snap ur neck wit my hand
cuz i aint no pussy jus gettin a tan in da sand
ayo ur rhymez aint good
and they wouldnt b even if they could
i think ur shookin wit fear
but no worriez da end of ur rap career is near
so oprahz fukin my mom and ur dad
manz dat rhymez sad try again lad
dont even waste my tyme wit dumbass linez