Neverending Rap Battle

spidey's only 8? that's f*ckin hilarious..

why whats so funny what cause hes so young and spits like that

how old did you think he was he told me about this so i came on it just to see whats goin down

lmao I knew he was 8, or somethin' like that, cuz all his spits were wack as fuk, and so are you're triple G.

yea dont be disin up my bro still hes good for his age

any way gotta run
peace cool though dont tell him i told ya dis hell be pissed off

lol..what the fuk U gonna do about it? He's wak as fuk.. even for his age he fukin' sucks.. and so do you triple G...

*Weak as f*ck but still better than anything Spidey or Triple could ever do.. lol *

Damn spidey, your just Triple's little 8 year old brother?
maybe that's why you've posted weak raps one after another
I'll hit you wit so much heat that you'll begin to smother
wannabe safe? go climb back in bed with your mother
I'll pimp smack your ass after I powder my palm
are you lost little boy? this **** ain't Nick.Com
this is tha illest site where tha boys drops bombs
go throw a spongebob game back up in your CD-Rom
cuz you whack as f*ck and so is your brother triple
your just a baby, still suckin on mom's nipple
march of dimes poster child, your ass is prolly a cripple
cuz when your mom was knocked up, she ain't drop tha ripple
and I ain't even worried about your little 3rd grade ass
cuz you can't even leave class without a hallway pass
I would say go outside and just play in tha grass
but i'm rainin on you nigga, check tha forecast

Spidey and Triple Keep acting like your rep the boogy down London
I come frome the land of the white
So if you can't walk that walk don't talk that talk
Keep talking the **** and i'll split you dome
Smake your ass up and send you home
You coming to fight me, you better where your vest
Cause you can't free style with a slug in your chest
That's what'll happen' if i give it my best
I flow like a convoy, this mic is my toy
Scream it out loud and proud weak boyz
You all scared to see me on the mic cause i might say
Somthing you might not like, like i'm the great white alive
Spidey and Triple, if hind site's 20/20 you should have your eyes riped out
And glued to your ass
So you can look back in the past & see how bad
I just spanked the ass
I ain't try and to win this battle coz i'm already the best
So i'm give you the mic and let you finish the rest

Dazza Boyz

(Spidey and Triple is shitabe and what a waste of time to battles to little kids who can't get their lyrics right)

whos battling?

sup every one

ok well im gonna go get drunk now... whuRRs the Beam???

Dazza boyz... u taKIN MY RHYMES? BOY GO BACK A FEW PAGES AND SEE WHERE I RIPED THAT TO SOMEBODY, U FONY, U THOUGHT KNOBODY WOULD KNO. u changed the words around. Whats up with that?

any one gonna battle in this ****?

somebody spit somethin

goddamn somebody spit somethin ... im bored as hell here

u spit something???
waz up hinaken? Where u repping va? Where u stay at? ha ha im not the youngest, but im still the only girl. Spideys younger than me and so is triple G. yea! lol

new to the game
Yo im new to this so plz rate my spit




So many rainy days and gun sprays, I'm hearing AK's out my window
Close my shades, let me blaze on this indo
My situation getting sticky, life is green
I mean I'm 19, and my momma is a dope fiend
And I think about all the hard times we had
No dad, no time shared, the buster never cared
A little bastard child, going wild,
Another victim of a broken home, my friend was the chrome
And if it wasn't for bad, I had no luck at all
I represented my hood, I sprayed my name on the wall
Fresh outta jail, and I'm here to see the sun rise another year
But tell me where do we go from here

judge dAWGS

I'm closin' down shop cause my clientels gettin too big
I got these laws on my balls and they sweatin' my ****
Dope fiends knockin' at my door, they got my spot too hot
These suckas runnin' on my colors on my quarter shop
Two baby mommas, four kids three mack elevens
Three cars about thirteen boo boo's
I'm just a ghetto superstar
On parole, convicted felon known for 187's and 211's
A young nigga down to do whatever
First and fifteenth checks fix blowin up my beeper
Bookoo pages new credit, my **** is cut up and ready
I'm on top never drop pushin keys that rock
But i gotta close shop cause my spots too ho

I show respect to those who know how to write..
Those who know how to use multies, wordplays, metaphors and a more advanced rhyming.
I show respect to those who has an "okay" meaning behind their text, not just some pre-puberty junk.

With that said, there's not many here that could even qualify for the special-olympics, lyrically..

But you Eryk, you're the most advanced writer on this thread, and as i've said before, i don't understand why you hang around here.. hehe
Uhm, i can't remember his nickname, but the guy i caught biting.. he had something going on.. (though it probably wasn't his sh!t)..
Fo Realz has had some decent texts and so has Time Bandit..

the rest of you... well.... grow up.