Neverending Rap Battle

rat
you say ur a good rapper well it dont matter
well shane is a little rat that goes for uncle pat
i no ur skiny but dont me so mingy
ur off to pole but dont live in a hole
i like to shag ur mam but u dont give a dam
so dont say nout o ill give u a shout
lets go now you hore
im out

CAMP DEAN
yO

Yo dean is camp gay boy who sails his boat ahoy
'oh boy slow down' he sez as he gets his arse ripped open again

ohh brad your so lovely why dont u jus bum me sez dean
next minute i hear a scream, its all messy,

dean looks like screech from saved by the bell
what the hell, why duz he smell, worse then andy
**** ive run out of shandy

dean u like cocks especially whilst shagging on rocks your outta livestock no1 wants your nob your not a heartthrob

ayo who wanna battle bull 4real no corny niggas

to mike619
ayo mike

listen boy
im ma manic like cass said in dat one line all i need is one time and a couple of punch lines , and im blow like soda when u shaking it
dis rap thing stop cus faking it im hot like da pistol i hold i heard u was white like the crack i hold/ in the secret stash in the coat i had ya bitch floatin like a boat but anyway if wanna get at me it really w/e cus im here all day



STREETHUSTLAS and GOODFELLAS

Watch as the room rocks
Men only moonwalk
Mixed media slang
Banging in your boom box verbal violence
Lyrical stylist
In a time when rock hip hop rhymes are childish
You can't tempt me with rhymes that are empty
Rapping to a beat doesn't make you an MC
With your lack of skill and facility
You're killing me
And a DJ in the group just for credibility
I heard that some of you are getting help with your rhymes
You're not an emcee if someone else writes your lines
And rapping over rock doesn't make you a pioneer
Cause rock and hip hop have collaborated for years
But now they're getting randomly mixed and matched up
All after a fast buck and all the tracks suck
So how does it stack up? None of it's real
You want to be an emcee you've got to study the skill
So you pick up a pen and write yourself a new identity
But mentally you don't have the hip hop energy
With a tendency to make up stories
Sounding like the only hip hop you've heard is top 40
And your record company is completely missing it
All the kids are dissing it for not being legitimate
So in a battle you can't hack it
React with whack ****
And get smacked with verbal back flips
Get your ass kicked by fabulous battle catalysts
It's taken decades for emcees to establish this
You're new to hip hop and welcome if your serious
But not on the mic
Leave that to the experienced

iam rappen tight
yo yo yo mai name is james and i go to mid pac and i have a 6 pack + dat i have a gat and ill blast u back

ok shane, vet or any man who wana step up
im here wit 2 cold hard glocks come on man step up
u have no idea what my flows come from
armed robery.murder 1 come on man think of what youve done?
gone to skool
graduate
man u such a pussy you think im afraid
my flows hit ya head
like bullets 2 a vest
im the m.a.n. better then all the rest
rest in peice shane dont take risks
holo tips comen at ur door and shane i dont miss
i take my gun outa my holster and shoot 4 shots
before any vet has got a chance 2 take outa glock
dobule barrels.aks n glocks
man i got uzis knives anything u wont
im the young gun only 15
dropped outa skool started goin clean
till young fools thought they could step
so i started a crew and and showed ppl 2 respect
u think ur proud coz u can rhyme ova the net
i bet u neva been on stage
u aint no fukn vet
so step back and come bak wen ya ready
coz u walk out that door buckjoe will be shootin
so hold steady

yo shane u think ur good
well maybe u should
you went to the town
to go find a nown
i are a little rat
but u are quite fat

you mum said shes scream
as soon as i would cream

Lightnin
Yo Buck
your right your 15
u still never aint seen
a girl naked,) u try mirror me back
, man your slack
u dont own a knife,
talking about taking my life
yo
yeah right, last time i waz on stage(last nite) i waz rull ov rage rage got locked.............................
yo
u
shoot your pellets cos u cant afford
real bullets
u fuking slick
tick tock,
Click (goes the trigger)
clock strickes 3
wheres buck???, hez jus been killed by me

now im off im dun with u
say the same **** over and through
come up wit sumthin new
u 2 easy,

next time dont miss me (with that pellet)

Shane719 Killer 3

Your ass stinks up the class
We all know its the **** that comes out
If you wore boxers like man
It would roll down yo pants
But you wear the tight ass underwear
So it stays there
When you freestyle you don't curse off or make any **** of sense
I saw you going to bed at ten on friday night
As I was going to a fight
I know I ain't black or white
But yo face ain't a pretty sight
You go to school for the learning
We go to settle our conflicts
And cut off yo dicks
Yo mom doesn't let you leave the house
Or choose your own spouse
Those clothes are from the late eighties
You ain't gonna get the ladies
One day im dissing you
The next ill be pissing on you
When you talk no one's listening
Everything you say is gay
We out there earning street cred
While you working on extra credit
You did a mouse
It left an immpression on your face
And bit on your shirt
I hoped it hurt
I saw a subscirption of LADIES magazine in yo mailbox
After all, you wanna know how to please yo man
And how to piss in a can
Cause there's no way in hell yo mama's buy'n a tiolet
That's how gay you get


**** ya hometown

yo im the grand daddy mac,
mother ****** im back,
wit the rest,
im better than da tribe called quest,
if u diss my ****,
ull get such a hit,
wit my ak47,
ull be on ur way 2 hell,
afta iv rang ur bell,
non of u bitches no me,
im da no1 homie!

yo who's this dean,
ur time is up!
u cnt even rap man,
u rap bout the birds n bees,
u 4get bout the bitches,
u work in mcd's,
flipping burgers 4 a living,
how u suppose 2 earn real cash,
in that **** hole!
gangsta's carry guns,
while u putting meat inbetween buns,
ur raps are lame,
u can take all the blame,
ill put u thugs to shame!

i brake backs wit wooden bats leave you on the ground with your face flat i got hundreds in stacks an thousands in bags in the back you got **** ill bring the pack no sawed off shoty just a gat you pull the trigga ill pull it faster then that you think you phat your **** sucks its whack so back up listen to what you sayin by the end of this rap youll be on your knees prayin just like your bitch she had a mouth full yesterday a couple of her boys came rollin in and came out the wrong way so just remmember when u **** wit me your fuckin with the best ill spray bullets through ya chest but not me cause i got on da vest to protect the most valuable goods cause i grew up in the hood i would change my life in a secound if i could if i try hard enough mybe i should but u only got one chance look what happen to biggy and pac they got there lives taken away in just a few shoots

dis is ma first time round people i aint scared
am yo new badass mc u wish ya aint heard
i am the king so gimme da crown
me an ma homies go cruzin around
people got da shitz cos we runnin dis town
we start rippin them AKS n poppin them nines
get on the mike an start bustin sum rhymes
now that yas no me ill c u later
peace out homies frm da smooth operater

OK i no its crap but still

BUCKSHOT HOE, U BETTA RECOGNIZE
ey yo, ey yo get ur s**t 2gether cuz ur minute is up so go/
i can't lose, i'm tough like the skin around a apple, u funny so i laugh and kackle, keep runnin ur yapper and i'll pop ur top like a bottle of snapple/
i deal wit situations at hand, winnings a demand/
u a handicap in a wheelchair, can't stand, i can't believe i'm battlin a crackhead, smokin rocks out of a can/
everybody take a moment of silence, no wonder u weak, u prolly a cowboy from dallas/
i got manz that busts gats and take away ur family planz/
i'll have ur face lookin worse than 50 cents dimple, i can't stop, this site needs me, i'm detramental/
u all curdled up that like 2 week old milk, buck u died after tha second verse, right then u was kilt/
i switch up more styles then patterns in quilts, u nuttin but a card game, i pulled ya and delt/
i'm tryin to teach u disapline look at my belt, matter of fact look at urself/
u rap soft like u sittin wit skee-lo, leave shane and heat alone cuz those cats be my peep-pole/
i got ya back youngin, whutz crackin shane, close this case cuz it's finished/

no shot joe
u might be young but u ain't no buck, u nuttin more than a bullet n tha chamber that's about 2 get stuck/
gangsta's boogie while chickens like u cluck/
answer me back, unless u give and admit ur s**t is totally wack/

its me
been out of town for a while
had ta take a trip down memory lane
like 8 mile
you see how ya boy jus switch styles
got cha how crew goin buck wild
wit the **** that kid to kids
how
is it the way i come back
and take ova
nd kicc u new dudes off da map
check the boys reseme
its a long steak
how i burn these niggas
and leave streaks like nascar
ya flow is like a low profile hoe
it always get fucked on the low

odd socks sucks
yo odd socks u suck nigga cause we all know you aint livin out what u spittin out your like your rhmes weak i bet your skinny as hell like the chihhuaha from taco bell cause you suck man ill slap the **** out of you man but its kind of hard to get the smell of pussy out my hand i bet you think you hood nigga i bet u rock them shirts of double xl double xl from what i heard u ugly as hell and remember my name verse got it perfected you beatin me is like oj simpson getting arrested chump

big daddy69 is weak
big dady 69 u suck i heard u ugly as hell like 50 cents friend young buck and really i dont think you should be rappin cause im the illest your style is like dying in my sleep i cant feel it man i bet u aint even get heads yet cause your dick is tiny to short and after this rap u gon need emotional support i heard u have a gurl all i speak is hoood i keep her ike a termite i keep her eatin wood chump hit me back

Don't talk about food or ya get me in the mood
Ya better be quiet coz im on a diet
I been learnin da secrets about porridge and weetbix
About sugar and cream and foods that's obscene.
It may be good to ur lips but not to ur hips
Mc Donalds, KFC, BK
You can tell by the rapping that that's where I be
It may melt in your mouth but not down south
Make sure u don't stop and shout mmm mm smells good
Or else My Unhealthy will be in da hood
Sayn oh yeah ur right u gotta think to ur self,
I got to put up a fight
And say to My Unhealthy we aint tight
And tell Mr Unhealthy u booked him a flight
To the world of fat
And tell him don't come back
U need to eat what's right
You can extend your life
Eatin' grains and greens
And lots of fruit and beans
A lot less fat dat don't got ur back.
Get out and move that butt
Exercise a lot
Watch the weight come down
Be lookin good round town
So now ya done what's right
Ya got ya self a life and nobody looks like Lucy Lu
So get off the couch
That's all you gotta do
Hear the sandles and my jandles
Let ur feet feel the beat
I won't give up, I won't give in
Coz My Unhealthy Aint gone win.