Neverending Rap Battle

GUESS WHO BACK????

Yo Oneneverends verses are to be worried about,
They all spit dry like a third world cuntrys drought,
Coz Oneneverends man i got you half stepping,
Wow there don't trip yo going to fast,
Trying to get out there and run right passed,
The finnish line!
Ha boy you ain't gonna make it past the first herdal,
You ain't helping are you trying to rhyme none of them did,
If you was writing this right now you`d call me a flid,
Wait Oneneverends you so big and meture,
But hey i'm the one who can get the girls galor,
You think you pimping it but you just loosing it,
Just making me improving me,
Now for the low down coz im really tired and stressed,
I'm give you 3 days to admite you stopping your rap mess,
Coz everyone here want you to give it a rest,
Coz Oneneverends we all know you giving it your best,
And it all still sounds like babble,
gibble gabble childs english scrabble,
Pace to everyone and live well,
Coz Oneneverends outa diss game so who wants to celebrate?

peace
Dazza Boyz

yo Hinaken, bring that **** dawg

yo

I heard you was gay like Mike Brady
bitch I heard a rumor you dressed like a lady
dont even worry about my sources
I got more hoes then J.Los got divorces

you mess with da Gangsta you goin end up dead
with a ******* bullet hole through yo head
you aint even gonna finish what you said

you Hinaken I respect you dawg and think you da best
but I heard a rumor you commited incest
it aint good to be involved wit ya mother
next thing ya know its gonna be wit ya brother

you think you a bad ass mutha ******
bitch you just a lame ass gay cock sucker

wats everybody????

Dazza Boyz....hahaha ok

Just in time for Christmas, I play you all like toys/
My name ain't Michael Jackson, so I don't f*ck with little Boyz/
But I'll school you son, see in a battle you have to learn to rhyme/
If rapping is your job, then well you better turn to crime/
And steal all my lines if you want to shine and improve your flow/
Then inflate your ego, I'll still rip you just to prove you blow/
You gotta go, you won't last long talkin' your jive to stay alive/
I come up with so many metaphors you can label them metaphives/
At best I rate you a five, or cinco for all you fink hos/
Claiming you're original but put out more copies than Kinko's/
You better quit, I'm blessed with wit, my style guarantees a roped hit/
Even my feces get you high because I'm comin' up with the dope ****/
I'll f*ck Daz up like he was gettin' raped on an escalator/
My rap is sweet leavin' you sour, so you just suck Now and Later/
Daz is on the Dogg Pound, but I'm that cat that brings bad luck/
Call my rhymes abstinent, does it look like I give a f*ck?/

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

eyo eyo my homie just died from a drive by
so i have wack thoughts about how ima die
i been thinkin about my life while im drinkin
i though despite the beef with the knife my ass still sinkin
but i got a second hand chance at life at a diff. stance
nigga i aint kiddin u been shittin yo pants
with ants crawlin on yo ass to make you look black
hairy ass hairs coverin yo nuts all up to yo ass crack
i lack the faith to not be single ima sing till
and mingle do i keep rappin and start my 1'st single
end up like dre with women and niggas on my back
but i dont got the ability every nigga feelin me
and sealin me for safe keepin but beef is still keep on creepin
into my world like lunchtime before i hurl this **** can make you curl
im wearin a pearl my hoochie's payin me like a girl
i belive in dreams and a mc machine im clean
cut from yo mouth to yo ass-crack and rip out yo splean
i see my sista sittin like a spitroast gettin toast
im spittin the most nigga i kill a white boi before i boast
i dont come back till the jobs finished done
nigga work hard play harder but dont have fun
idont be havin thanksgivin nigga listen im not tryin 2 be dissen
im vissiten heaven before my second chance from eleven
white boy robbed a bank put a 9" at my head when i was seven
nigga i be iight just gotta hold on roll on this story be told on
and toldforth as the greatest mc born on the 24th
nigga i cant stick to the topic i drop it like i own a mansion
i aint gonna stop it ima knock it and **** it instead im pissen in a bucket
its an engagment my death will be an arrangment
ima faint and never wake up again but thats said as said
nigga i see my mama berryin me and ferryin me
across to adam and eve's hideout were its pussy town
nigga im just like king d weres my mutherfukin crown
every bitch like my sound but they bound
to pay me money i aint sayin save me honey
like a fatman loosin a donut like a kid killin a grown-up
nigga i shown up i aint ready for a battle
i rather be hidin like my daddy among the cattle
fuckin hillbilly hes so silly no nigga aint gonna drill me
nigga u feel me i gotta piece so how bout u pill me
i rap as the change of weather instead i feel as light as a feather
white shoes leather jacket nigga not feelin betta


eyo yeah my homie drizzle RIP was killed by a drive by at 11:13 this mornin and **** so someone rate my verse iight

respect

that was a funny-ass starter dawg

just spittin no dissen iight

Sorry, I aint got mercy when you face me
you can try your rhymes, but it will never afflict injuries
Ima, CRUSH YOU like a squirrel running IN THE STREET
I'm like Shaquille O'neal, standin tough and BRINNGIN tha heat
ima Launcha 'kicks verses' like ~ DAVID BECKHAM IN THE PLAYOFFS They missin 'lyrical skills and flow' so just stay off
I 'spit so much fire' you'd think I was da Chinese DRAGON
But when u spit, all that comes out is smoke, fire is what you lacking
Your flows and rhymes are so simple that they couldn't pop a pimple
When I get on the mic, I'm like Kanye, I spit it through the wire
I spit so much fire that'll make your whole crew retire

you are piece of **** with no fuckin dick
and me is da best motherfuckin MC
you are disgraceand i'll break your face
I'll do it with my rhymes and leave no trace
My fuckin rhymes are the best fuckin rhymes
If you don't like them you may **** some rhymes
U may **** L.Rhymes U may **** B.Rhymes
U may **** who ya want...eaven NY Times
But Don't **** with me You cock-suckin bitch
cos if you do you will lose your motherfuckin dick
yo...hi...bye...i'll take out my knife
and you will say BYE BYE to your fuckin wife
Cos with no balls u cant **** no whores
So no fuckin scores for you anymore
i would say peace...but i wount, me whore
Cos me against you is deffenetly WAR

yo im just playin tryin 2 clear my head iight so my rhymes r soundin wack now but im just playin thats all respect

i ment that to you One Never Ends u have funny ass lyrics dawg

word, neverendin' one, I got U man... Busy as **** right now. just got off work, but Ill spit one back to you aight man...

I'm out..

Now, this ghetto got me crazy
And these streets got me trapped
Many times I've tried to leave
But this game keep pullin me back
In a circle full of crime
Bout to lose my mind
****, I wanna make a change
But I just keep wasting my time
Ain't no real future sellin' dope
Only few make it out
For a ghetto nigga like me
Got too many golds in my mouth
I can't get a job
Ain't nobody gonna hire a thug
And my rap sheet consists
Of 187 and drugs
And goin' in and outta jail
Everybody say I'm a fool
But even the President makes mistakes
**** I ain't perfect to
I gotta do somethin'
Ain't nobody gonna give me nothin'
Got a mouth to feed
So I'm gonna keep these fiends jumpin'
On my block niggas
**** I'm the man out of jail
I'm the jury and judge
So don't **** with me cuz
It's like the Vegas Strip
These streets is always open
As long as the money roar
I'm gonna keep this city small

ayo detox
Damn it homey, I understand ya phoney, I can see-thru-you/
I'm a cannabil, it's mandatory I eat you thru the C-P-U//
this fag's worst than 1st, quit being anal don't ur ass hurt/
It's probably genetic, I bet u regret walking round wit ur dad's purse//
has anyone seen detox post, ...other than a bad verse?/
I'm adverse, after I school you, tommorrow you should show up to class first//
with a pencil, cuz ya penmanship's mediocre I'm official/
after I rip you I'ma stencil 'SIMPLE' on your temples//
let's make it suspensful, I'ma go get my pistols/
and see how many shells it takes for me to miss you//
I gave ya girl a protein shake don't let her kiss you/
wit a fist full of dick, and her mouth on the tip she's blissfull//
dude's pitiful, the type to throw a party in the daytime/
wit no bitches just crossdressers and gay guys//
me murdering this fool is merely a medium to waste time/
detox just got murdered, cause he aint in no condition to rhyme//

Back and ready to flow,
That rhyme you spat and iv just read just really didn't go,
You see at the end you said you ready to shoot your gun,
But is that it you ain't ready to go one on one?
You see your line in there ain't your, don't deny it,
You got help off someone and don't you know it,
Killa r i seen you real spits there nothing like that,
Don't care what you spit coz i'll always react,
You think trying to diss multiple people brings you fame,
i tell you something you got it twisted, thats insane,
You see DISS me all you like if thats what you call it,
coz all i see is some punk ass kid who all envius on it,
You think you some gangsta? i tell you something,
You ain't no gangsta coz you got your boyz bumming,
Your crew don't back you up so why you think they do,
They leave you burning up with a fever, i pass on the flu to you,
Don't ever send me threats, they don't do anything for me,
You see i rap about real things not all faults and imaginary,
You see thats the difference between you and me,
I can acctully do this you can't even begging to emcee,
Killa R you a waste of my time, NO JOKE at all,
You think you on cloud nine? up there so tall,
Guess what?
No you really ain't coz you that bad,
Spit back at me again and i will find it damn well sad,

Killa r stop spitting crap

Peace
Dazza Boyz

Oi Dr eryk,
You know i'll mash in two pieces like stars,
So hot you hear me blazing along in my car,
Run you down, run you up, leave you all carved,
You better ring the police ring the alarm,
Grass me up coz no does it better then this retard,
I don't wanna be harsh but you gotta be hard,
Don't ask me if i'm ready, i'm always alert,
And i did this your bitch but not my fault shes a flirt,
Drink up my beer and give you a smerk,
For these next lines your gonna go biserk,
You think your ryhmes or so nice,
I might have to screw them up spit them out and make you think twice,
Step up my game who the **** you talking to,
Im the ************ that battled these pussys for you,
Breaking up the hottest MCs around,
Ain't seen none of them back, none to be found,
So i'm gonna stand my ground,
And look you in the ******* eye,
And tell you i'm the ******* greatest MC till i die...

Dazza Boyz

damn killa r.... WORD!

wackety wack...
You're a disgrace...

Kid there's no point in spittin' no more, Cuz even you know I've beatin' you.. Fuk.. Ismdal said I beat you, and he knows all elements, and I've had all elements covered.. you're just rhymin' words... no punches, meta's multies' wordplay, nothin'! so stop...

CUS i'VE BEATEN YOU EASY..

and if you want me to spit one more then I will.. fuk, lets have a real battle. and everyone will judege our ****,, if you accept then ust say so...

The dazza is riddled with marks, questions or not, I hit him with sparks
I'll **** on his heart, no one sees your rhymes like you spit in the dark//
This ****** hates my shine, prolly bite bastard, just paste a line
Its not cuz he quit text, On this forum hes wasting his time time//
Don't be mad if they laugh, or blast back, this first battle is your last
You've got no future here, and no one gives a **** about your past//
In the grounds your down, with moist eyes, come back with a new disguise
In the lounge, your not proud kid, and your best spit only got two replies//
Battle Lost? **** don't try this, goin at my spits only results in violence
I strike with high hits, ur my bitch, and like Hannibal, you'll be silenced//
Your denied, blunder was felt, Killa r exposes the pussy you hide under your belt
Cried at the spits ive dealt, you say your the the best? ****, you even lied to yourself//