Neverending Rap Battle

I'm from Va... wanna spit some **** for tha hell of it ?

I'm from Va... wanna spit some **** for tha hell of it ?

I'm from Va... wanna spit some **** for tha hell of it ?

neva mind im out fo tha nite ... holla tomorrow

dam i missed the whole thing.... wats happening?

yep same here peace fools

who the f*k made Dcon and hinaken "spammers of the year" ???
You two should remove yourselves from this website, cause youre verses are so pathetic..
I seriously doubt that you are older than 13.
Pre-puberty texts, pathetic and simple rhymes..

Why dont you use wordplay? metaphors? punches?
And try to have some advanced rhymes..
not chill/pill, to/you, look/hook...

do some wild ****.. like many syllables and many rhyming words.. make it more interesting..
"spreading for this master"
"heading for dis-aster"
see, that's a more interesting rhyme to read..




so please, get "some" skill atleast before spraying the forum with all your sh!tty, high-school drama texts..

hey aight D_con go ahead and spit yo ****
10 lines u say aight u spit first

whos battling?

yo my niggas wats up
i wanna warn u about baby bock he likes cock in his mouth and he alittle white boy that lives outside of spring green, WI i know this because me and his brother are friends so if this little pussy whiped bitchs trys to go after u just call him out for living in the country outside a small city then **** him up

wats going on? I got rhymes on my head, and i got time before bed. Im ready spit, so somebody bring there ****. Whos up for a battle? whoever wants to can judge, spit first....

Dazza Boyz, this **** is main,
My lyrics you hear, you know there insane,
Safe there kept, in my brain,
I know your ****, I can sense your game,
Dont step to me, I don't wanna know your name,
Keep beefing man, I'm like a steam train,
Drag you under, It causes so much pain,
When i have to tell your mum she'll never see you again,
So keep to your word, play it safe,
And Dazza Boyz won't need to mash up your face,
Any endz can front, itz not hard,
Come down to mine, go home with scarz,
Coz i ain't playing, this **** is real,
Come if your ready, Coz i'm ready to KILL!

Dazza Boyz

Any one wanna battles me then your welcome to dissing me

oh ur gonna kill? who me, im so scared mommy help, u see, my rhymes are for real. I ant scared of ur trash, we can clash, i'll even bring my stash, but as im going along, hold on.... sorry i had to hit the bong. So, u trying to battl me? Cant u see, Im R Dub the real female thug, the female thug mc. Hinaken said they call my monoply, cause i got commuinty chest, see i gots these breast, and they alwayz help me do the best. Like I tell everyone im the lyrical distaster, Mrs. Rhyming master. My rhymes go fast, but when u get me anger and lie, they get faster. I dont like liars, or dont say **** about me u ant seen, lets get this clear, i ant got HIV and I am clean, I am 14, and I do have a drunk uncle dean. Now spit ur ****, i spit mine, **** ur ****, and stop thinking about hittin this clit. Ur to soft, i should let my lil bro finish u off.

Imsdal, wht ur sayin is kinda rude
I'm"lyrically 13" but i can still beat u dude
That bullshit ur talkin don't even phase me
what i'm spittin right now, it'll put u in a daze 'g
Dissin me when u can't even freestyle
sit down, grab a pencil and think for awhile
nevermind bad idea ur too dumb for that
lemme guess now ur gonna pull out ur gat
"looky here d_con i juss won"
sit down shut tha **** up and put away ya watergun
my rhymes juss fall into place like u was readin it from a book dude
im done **** u it's time for hinaken to cook u

Ok you make jokes about killing and my lyrics?
Well mabye it's time to get riped ay?
Have fun,
Dazza Boyz spitting for sure,
This gonna hit y'all fast asking for more,
Here i go,
Make you ache skin ich and shake when I break,
This ain't a fake, it's motherfucking earthquake,
Dont you dear make one mistake,
Or I will crush you when you wake,
You'll be like the new forsaken,
Your mind will be shot, your soul'll be taken,
Cook up your corpse like an eight year old easy-bakin,
This is not a ******* drill, people...,
I'm coming straight from the ill needle,
With this profoundly amazing freestyle,
Rapping around you with a smile,
All the while spitting up something vile,
Leaving you a nasty pile of bile,
Damn...your **** gone and stained my bandana...,
Wheres my bitch? anybody seen hannah?
What? shes trying to deep throat a banana,
So she can get ready to have some fun with me and Anna?
...I geuss that's okay...,

Peace out

Dazza Boyz

You call it spit? faggot that was a short list of BULLSHIT,
FOOl quit, give it up, pass the mic over,
I'm pass you when you on your bike and i'm in my rover,
SIKE, im be in hummer in the winter,
And a 'lac in the summer, coz i'm getting big wages,
Maybe being a plummer pay but nothing like my wages,
I'm kicked back, i ain't getting in rages,
Keep my ruthless thoughts to my pages,
Coz ain't notting like a hot beat, with some agression,
So i'm saving all my energy for my next studio session,
This battle ain't nothing bitch, i'm shaking it off,
If theres any fake talk, i ain't taking it off,
I'm be breaking you off...
I don't give **** if you done crimes,
I only give a **** if you can spit rhymes,
Coz i don't wanna get jacked or investigated,
Smacked, left for dead and randomly hated,
I wanna get respected and rated,
So i don't communicate or relate the fakes,
I been there before, yer i've made some mistakes,
Now **** changes...
So take the heat from the street to the beat,
Spit nasty ****, or call it defeat,
Coz my rap sheet is killing, i ain't even scared,
I'm just chilling and enjoying the feelin...

Dazza Boyz dissing D_CoN

Peace out

Dazza Boyz

damn dazza.. good **** homie.. for real..

Nigga stop now, D Con on the roll, about to blow out.
Stop with all the scream and shout,
Rappings wat we all about.
This ant no skool, u rapping rhymes i raped in the 3rd grade,
The ones we actually made, im like renagade, ur like imma kill u wit my gernade, ur the heart, Im the spade. So stop back away, before i astray, dont even begin, i'll crush ur rhymes, ur syle, and ur heart, this site ant for u, so dont even start, ur from a different part, go back to ur street, and think of another ghetto ass beat. Rap itsnt a game. Its ashame, Ur gonna kill me wit a gun, u a pussy, why cant u use ur hands son?
Go lick a dick, duck, **** up a bitch. Stop, before u begin, God might even call u a sin. Damn r u retarted? Rip another one dog, eww that one stunk, damn Dat Boy farted.

yea... R Dub Motha F*cka. I didnt go no where.. Im just lettin u kno,

Nigga, Im top pedigry, dont play with me.
U betta listin and never copy my story.
U dont belong in this catigory.
See, Maby im old fashion, but my passion is smashin anyone rappin.
U cant rap, do u even kno how? U got me pissed now.
I can spit, But im tellin u right now ur not gonna like it,
Cause if i get pushed over the edge, Im pullin u with me,
Cause im gonna stick it in u, and win B.
Words stick to u like crazy glue when u diss me. But see, They just bounce off me like a 250.
I didnt mean to diss u, I did it accidently. Im sorry, i gotta go, u ant gotta tell me,I kno ur gonna miss me.
Now can u see B?
D Con, Hinaken, DJ battlefeild u with me?
When u see me, im rhyming, its hard to see me without one,
Its like u always talking **** about ur watergun.
My rhymes are bustin in u harder than that 22 son.
Just stick it right up ur ass crack, and get back, i dont care if im white or black, my rhymes will make it on a track, i dont slack, this **** ant whack and im tired of ur f*ckin nic nac nursery rhymes, this is for real, its not play times...
Ur rappin like ur one of the gothics,
my lyrics are death prothics.
Ur **** isnt frequent, sorry, u and ur rhymes just got sent.
Sorry, im just to quick, so quit, its ok, we can keep it a secret.
Ur lyrics come from satin, stop hatin, mines a God Givin talent, urs also sound like something that came from a mental patient. Urs are fake, my cook u, then bake, these rhymes are real, Comin straight like a hot hamburger from the grill, God put them here for a purpose, cause there meant to be here. Like I said? Can u see clear? Can u read? Yes a friend with rhymes, is a friend indeed.
We ant friends, and u wanna kno why?
Cause u ant got rhymes nigga, i got em 5 times bigga.
Now tell me ur gonna kill me with ur gun, go head and cock back the trigga
It dont matta, please tell me who won, me or dis nigga, does even it figga?

wats up hinaken, my **** is slow tonite, im tryna bring it up, i havent slept much lately, but im gettin it back. my shits whack tonite thou but at least im tryin right?

ayo dub, bitch are you sufferin from a thievin transgression?
cuz copyin 8 mile lines must be you pet peive obsession
you know your crack whore, I think it's time for your confession
I ain't stressin hoe cuz suck dicks for a profession
like a failed 4th down bitch, i'm takin over possession
so I can school you how to rhyme and teach your ass a lesson
and one thing I ask, what's wit all tha hostility?
is it cuz tha thought of you beatin me ain't even a possibility?
i'm just takin out tha trash, it's my civic responsibility
cuz your weaker than 5 year old with a physical disability
i'm extinguishin your flames, i'm puttin out your fire
cuz I can no longer be tha nigga that you desire
your on tha bottom bitch and i'm movin up higher
so i'm leavin you now as a pathalogical liar, drug supplier
who's only gonna rhyme about havin a shitty life
if I was you, i'd just end it tonight wit a huntin knife