Neverending Rap Battle

Damn sweetie u can lie, I fucked my uncle? Whats next? Did me and u have sex? In my 3 story complex? When I get that jimmy jank? Thanks I guess I gotta go cash my imaginary welfare check at the bank. Oh and no i didnt suck my teacher dick, ewww? Mr. Rick, I got kicked out in the 9th grade. Cause I was smoking and selling weed, I had it made. I was homeschooled by my uncle dean... now im working. Yo ur rhymes are yelling at ya, R U CLEAN, and yea ur telling the truth for once, he gave ur momma HIV. And they broke ur tv, while they was watching me rap with LiL Kim on MTV. Hey yo Imma let u kno, If I could go back to childhood I would. But its all good, U can hate... but Im just another fish in the sea, and ur my bait. I pray, and I pray, I say it over, and over, I wish everyday was the way every other 14 year olds life is. So, u can diss, but all I can do is miss. I never played with barbies never could afford. We didnt have cable either, not even a phone cord. I played with dirt, and wore a half ripped shirt. But now Im on top, and im never gonna drop, i cant stop. Im rocking dem black dcs. With the south pole denimes, tight as can bes. Im rocking my roca wear shirt, along with this mic better than all of yall men that think yall mcs. So f*ck this rhyme, f*ck all my wasted time, f*ck u, f*ck me, f*ck cant u see, u keeping actin hard, yea like u said f*ck my blvdvard. But u can....
Keep act'n like you rep da boogy down bronx
I come frome the land of the honky tonk. So if ya cant walk dat walk dont talk dat talk. Keep talk'n dat **** and white girl split ya dome. Smake ya ass up boy and send ya home. Ya come ta battle me ya better where ya vest. Cause ya cant free style wit a slug in ya chest. Stop staring at this breast. Dats what'll happn' if i give it my best. I flow like a convoy.
Scream it out loud and proud bad ass white girl, cause this mic's my toy.
yall scared ta see me on da mic cause i might say somthing ya might not like, like i'm da great white...Yo, if hind site's 20/20 you should have ya eyes riped out and glued to ya ass...So you can look back in da past & see how bad i just spanked dat ass...I ain't try'n to win dis battle i'm all ready da best...So i'ma give you dis post and let you finish da rest...

Look boys and girls, it's tha project Lizzy Mguire
except she ain't rich and she's a pathalogical liar
to get your dicked sucked, a rock's all you gotta buy her
cuz tha bitch is is burnt out worse than that nigga Richard Pryor
tha fight's already started so grab your ringside seat
and watch me kick this bitch back to f*ckin Sesame Street
please believe, my victory is in tha jaws of defeat
this bitch couldn't catch me if she had 6 damn feet
cuz I got tha illest rhymes and my flow is too fast
your just another small obstacle that I have to go pass
10 years from now I bet you'll be kissin my ass
but when I see you homeless on tha street, I'll just roll by and laugh
tha thought of you bein rich bitch is just plain funny
cuz I ain't ever seen a crack head that's been good wit money
as soon as you get tha loot, you'll just smoke it all up
I bet you'd tried to make a pipe from a glass measurin cup
I guess you just envy me bitch, that's why you all on my jock
your name should be Taiwan since you bang all that cock
Are you out of dope already? Is it time to restock?
i'ma just gonna call your ass Pookie cuz you smoke C Rock

aight R Dub.. i'm tired of readin all your long ass ****.. lol..how bout we have a 16 line battle tomorrow and settle this **** once and for all.. whoever wants to can judge and decide who tha winner.. what cha say?

808Killla Yea... yea... yea...808killa, ur soo hard... yes ur momma butt rapped my daddy in jail, did u kno she was a trans sexuail? Damn ur 13? I thought u was a 40 year old bi sexuial? U rap some ****, so rap it up and send it back, ur talkin smack, and ur **** is wack. Cause Im lady mack. I must of busted in ur mouth a billion times. Is it my turn to spit my amazing rhymes? These rhymes are to this mind cravin ritual, my rhymes are to artificial, everyone knowes from the east side of P Town to the west that R DUB's my real intial. imma tell u like I tell the othas, log out, dont reply until u got it on a paper, used with a pencil, then reply where i can battler for real, but make sure its suspenceful.

your 3 story complex?? the word being your,
does your mumma you talk alot of sh!t whore?
spreading **** on this lyricle tip,
spittin that the complex is umm ahh...your ****?
you dam stright you from the honky tonk Dub clown
shouldnt you be making a new thread called"the Hoe Down"
i gotta line, you might wanna actually do it
grab sum soap, have a shower, you smell like sh!t
litsen to her retreat rap, fu(k this and fu(k that,
the words of a losing battler, her new nick name, R RAT,
is that what that smell was you skanky wannabe
YOUR DAT DAME SMELLY FISH ROTTING IN THE SEA!

man hinakin, why u bustin out? Im tired of all this scream and shout. Rappin is what im about. If u wanna quit now its ur say.. but i can rap with these rhymes all day. We ant gotta play. They can all judge now. Im ready for bed. But Im also ready for a battle, head on head. My rhymes are slipping away... but like i said i can rhyme all night and all day. There on my mind all the time, u quick now i guess I won, but tomorrow we can battle it off again, and i get my second win. this is the way u wanna play, U can go on with ur hinakin, while im sippin on my uncles jin. U wanna keep it going? Cause if not I take this win. But we can battle again tomorrow. Hey that was some good spittin sweetie, but im not leing about anything, i am 14, i will be 15 on december 3, 1990. I am white, I do live with my uncle. I am a virgin, but u told the truth once, i have been fucked in the ass, but not when i was 9. I use to be poor, but then my parents left me and i lived with my uncle, then i got kicked out of skool for fightin, then went to a christian school and got kicked out of school for smoking weed when i was a freshmen cause i was just stressed out cause of my parents and all. u kno, as i was spittin i was kinda tellin my testimony, i luv music, it brings out my feelings. but yea wateva u want we can do. but thinks for the challenge, post back homi.

~*R Dub*~

oh i wasn't quittin.. i was just gonna wait to finish this **** tomorrow b/c i'm f*ckin tired as hell.. you got some tight **** girl.. mad props to ya..i guess we'll see who's gonna win this **** tomorrow..

aight lata Hinaken, i guess we rip it 2moro then...
Pop yo colla, u repping true battleing homi, Holla!

DJ battlefeild shut up. u a suck up, a lonely losing **** up. U really wanna battle, then was up? U ant got **** on me. U cant handle this, u cant diss, f*ck this... PLUS DA LYRICS I SPIT YOU NO DAY BE OTTA CONTROL.
AND DONT GET MADE AT ME IF IM NOT WELL EDUCATED
I DONT LET JEALOUSY GET IN DA WAY OF MY FAME
EVERY THING BOUT ME IS THOROUGH
BUT AT THE SAME TIME NOTHING BOUT ME REMAINS THE SAME
IM ALWAYS DROPIN SOMETHING NEW ON U CATS
ITS HARD FOR YALL TO KEEP UP WIT ME
AND STAY ON THE RIGHT TRACK
NO SLIPIN OUTTA LINE IF YOU GONE ROLL WIT ME
CUZ DIS CHICK RIGHT HEA PLAYS NO GAMES AS U CAN SEE

lok at this crazy ass vato trying to say he's tuff
trying to say he ruff
i lie, cheat, and steal
not to mention kill and deal
look in the mirrior and tell me what u see
a nother bitch trying to be me
one of this day im going to catch u triipin
im the one holding the glock and my fingers are slippin
dog now u crossed the line
ganna take out my nine
and waste ur life
**** the gun ill do it with a knife
OH **** DJ BATTLEFEILD, THIS IS THE SAME **** U SAID.... I JUST FOUND OUT U COPYIN SOME PEEP? MAN U A CREEP. WERE U COME FROM? DOG, U SAY IM COPING? CAUSE I WAS REPPING TECH N9NE, DAMN U COPYING SOME NIGGA THAT CANT RHYME AT THE SAME TIME. DONT ACT INNOCENT, CAUSE I JUST BITE UR RHYME, U ANT WORK 50 CENT. GUESS WHAT? U ANT ****, SO IMMA SHOVE THEM GHETTO ASS RHYMES RIGHT UP UR ASS, AND BRING MY SLINGING **** RIGHT FROM MY EDIBAL CLIT!

HEY NAW THAT WONT U.... HA HA HA SEE IMMA TRICK UP, WHILE IM LETTIN MY TRIGGA SLIP UP, NIGGA DONT SLIP UP. I DONT U UNDERCONTROL, IM ON MY RAPPING, RHYMING PATROL. I FOUND OUT WHO IT BE, ITS THAT FAKE NIGGA, THAT SAID HE WAS THE REAL MC. BUT FOR REAL U TRYNA BATTLE SWEETIE? CAUSE BOY, HOMEGIRL BOUT TO BRING IT LIKE IT ANT NEVA BEEN BROUGHT! DJ R DUB THE REAL FEMALE THUG, LOL? SO U UP FOR IT TOMORROW? CAUSE I GOTTA GO, IM TIRED AS HELL, I GOTTA GET UP AND WORK TOMORROW, BUT I BE ON TOMORROW NITE.

R Dub u kno u jus a f*ckin scrub
and my mommy did give ur daddy sum luv
and ill admit ya my momz a slut
ya shez also trannsexual so wut
at least im man enuff 2 admit
ur da f*ckin 1 jus askin help fo dis ****
gettin ur rhymez outta a nursery book
u cant handle ur jus 2 shook
actin like oscar da grouch
talkin like u down frum da durrty south
muthaf*cka dont make me break ur mouth
cuz like wut hinaken said go back 2 sesame street
muthaf*cka i run ur streetz and twist ur beatz
rhyme out ur rhymez and mess wit ur mind
gotcha so confused i swear 2 god u went blind
go ahead rhyme back wit a nursery line
ur skillz aint as half as good as mine
cuz ur jus sum crackhead whore alwayz wantin more
goin up 2 twisted niggaz and suckin there dickz on da floor
slut take my fourty back to da store
and ill b fair and admit u got potential
but u said ur f*ckin rhymez were artificial
so wutchu u sayin u fakin it
jus follow me cuz im makin it
u wanted artificial here sumsum to touch
here comez my rush but itz 2 real 2 touch
cuz u kno ill make u forever hush
give up da game datz wut u want me 2 do
i bet u also want me 2 stay in skool
herez sum lessonz fo u cuz ima tell u da rule fo when u battlin me
rule #1 keep ur composure cuz once u slip ill forever expose ya
rule#2 try not 2 rush ur ass cuz once u rush ima rap forever fast
rule#3 spit decent linez and throw away dat book of f*ckin nursery rhymez
final lesson herez da test rap wit me again and bring ur best


my bad if itz kinda long

ima log off...PEACE

who am i ment to be copying young scrub??


im not the one repeating the same verse from some Kat you dont even know and claim hes your brother!!!

my shits real from the mind

yours is real from someone else.... try something new!

check ya status Minor i think you fu(ked up

check all the battles on your ass Dub, you's a losing battle every time!!!

thats my nigga

what up bitches

holy Fuk, gon for alil while, then **** load of posts, Hinakin's been spittin' like a motherfuker, SOME nice lines, some are iffy, Keep doin' you're thing. You'll improve. lol.... others are ****..


LIKE I SAID I HAVE AN OPEN CALLOUT. TO ANYONE...

Yo, my name is baby bok my rhymes is da bomb, my joint is of da hook, every one calls me da coochie crook, im da one who made earth, and im the reason yo mom gave you birth,its not my fault im such a playa, but it is my fault you such a hata, when you step up to me you know theres about to be killen, and when da cops come they bout to see yo blood spillen, and remeber when you see me dont aks to battle, cause i will tame you like a cowboy does to cattle.

Babay baby bok
you sound like one of them new kids on the block
I bet you love to handle and suck the cock
I dont mean to beat your ass like hard rock
But I did f*ck your mom wearing a tube sock
You call yourself the coochie crook
Bitch you cant even handle a first grade book
And now your claiming your god
But you say your a cowboy to
Man what the **** are you
Your nothing but a joke
Claiming your a playa and made earth
Bitch I would love to kill who ever gave birth to this ******* retard
I'd smack you back into B.C before you ever heard of me

bicthes ass
yo im sick of these rhyme issue!
Unlike me..always chill and do wushu.
Now im here readin these bullshits
baby bok says his rhyme is da bomb!
And u dj battlefield throw a real bomb and put his ass to the tomb.
baby bok ur rhymes are nothing but a long sentence with no meaning,
If u battle with me surely im winning.
And u battlefield?your rhyme is peice of trash,
il take the lighter and burn it to ash.
baby bok ur still a 9 month old baby...to survive u need your mothers tits,
in order to speak u need 5 more years before your mouth produce teeths.
Dj battlefield? i bet u heard about battlefield 1942..
il take my gat and start to shot u *tututututututututututututu
dj battlefield before u wanna battle me u betta have some strategy,
If not u will face tragedy.
baby and dj no emcees or labels gonna sign u 2,cuz ur ************ aint the best!