Neverending Rap Battle

Minty where you at, man
Minty where you at?

Man the way you recycle sh-t
You shouldn't be a rapper -- you should be a bicyclist
Without a map you couldn't find-a-clit
You couldn't spit a rhyme unless your mama was writin' it
So turn off the Christmas lights and put down your cocoa
Kiss ya mama good bye and come at me all loco
Man you can't touch me, even if you think you so close
You got nothin dope, and nothin new tampoco
When we battle, for sure, no puedes tocarme
I'll have you drop and give me 50 like you just joined the Army
So let's see you recycle again and again
Dress up old ish like new ish and pretend you freestyle tambien
Boy I drop these lyrics, run 'em up on ya
Yeah we can battle, come on if you wanna
I put you put you down, like I'm a gunna
Have you cryin for ya mami, by this time mañana

Peace fo' reezy
Chillin' it real, M Jeezy

yo ok ill battle any1
havent been on in a while so sum1 spit at me

ill spit now i guess

Analyze the strength of my game, like Lee Corso
Call me a lost soul, with a vest on my torso
And of course, yo, y'all know I'm no stranger to danger
Like Christ in a manger, feel a whole range of my anger
I breathe down **** so hard you can see sound
And beat down these rap clowns in like three rounds
My pen 'bout as sharp as a dagger, walk with a swagger
Tie your wife to the back of a black Jag and I drag her
Ten blocks, untie the bitch and I still bag her
Give her a smack in the ass and a six pack of lager
My **** go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel
My flows spill like usin the wrong end of a funnel
Everyday I grow more older, and more colder
Fly you to Colorado, roll you over with a Boulder
I know you want to retaliate but you won't dare
Cause you fuckin with some niggaz like this who just don't care

yo since we good now. INSANE hows about we team up and show these punks wuts really good. Dazza said he aint like you and M jeezy startin ta piss me off so holla back

Yo Proff--

The strength of ya game
Ha -- man that ish is tame
I don't analyze I tantalize
Ya mama cries when she sees my eyes
Cuz I don't die, I just revise
And I twist you up like twisty ties
Eat you for lunch like crispy fries
I'll take your Lee Corso, your torso, and moreso
I'll be in the back, tappin' ya girl like morse code
Yeah I feel ya anger when I bang her when I wined and dined and sang her
It stings you like a canker but she liked it when I hanged her
But only by the wrists the way she like those kinky twists
When you not around I tie her up and put it down
That's why she loves it more, man, when you ain't in town
Man I don't have a wife
So you might wanna crack the ice
By askin' her her name
Cuz judgin by your game
I don't know como se llama
But I can play a guessing game
And she's probably ya mama

ok yo, im a jigahoe, smokin lots of dro,
slap a bitch back i need a hoe, so listen up and let me tell you,
insanes back on the mic let me nail you,
i took a small break, let me get my **** up to date.

Nebies in this thread, you suck more than the movie shawn of the dead,
your rhymes aren't original, there in the same place like a decimal,
carry 3 to the 5, then you multiply, thats how much you whine,
the more i diss you, ithe more i shine,
your game is like the world series of poker, straight flush, and its over...

aight...

yep sup everyone.....

Man my rhymes are on point, like a decimal
Yours are nothin' -- like infinitesimal
Boy, when I add up, I *drop* the decimal
I get in the mix, and bang heads until
Yeah I bajo el cero and bajo el punto
I keep droppin you down, till you realize you shouldn't, yo
Mess wit me, you stressin', b, I'll teach you a lesson b:
You -- yeah you -- can never get next ta me
Look at you gang up, formin' ya factions
I'll tear you apart, like you was a fraction
You call me a newbie, but guess what's true, b,
King Jay's next post makes only 23
"Slap a bitch" yeah that's original
Tell me what idea you didn't pull
From MTV, and even VH1
You wanna battle me, come up with somethin' newer than that, son

yo
i'm finally back

n my jeezy that was the weakest rap i had dawg its funny how u try n rap right back at it thats funny as hell

It's funny that you post your weakest
Just so you could take a ride under my K-Swiss sneakas
Man, rap right back = funny as hell
Nah, rap right back = a rap battle
Son get some vision and learn the definition.

huh,.
Dude better stop showing ur rhyme further,
Cuz if u do i show u my gat have u murder.
Bury ur body deep down the hole from toe to nose.
Have u raping -(ur name) FEAT Ghost.
Your rhyme is weak and sick better dont say
i advice u go to doctor have ur rhyme x-ray.
Deep inside is wack no meanings no direction only fiction.
U want to beat me badly? Ur not worthy cuz these only for rappers section.
Your not a pure rapper ur a pure cheater rhyme eater wack spitter.
U got no guts........u gonna beat me with what?
You can speak out loud but ur words wont come out
Cuz when u face me il have u taste me and when u taste me il make u get replace.
Believe it or not rhyme is my only best-friend
So if u mess em up a little i wont let u rest-then
Il be at the back of your crib at night like a vampire.
Ready to bite and tear ur neck as soon u leave ur empire.
Im sick of your frontin....u really wanna hold me? then show me hommie.
Dont judge my sentence or il have u death sentence.

yo i'll hit this site later man peace

they call me baby bok i drop bombs like funk flex
play with my money and ill put holes in a nigga like mesh
make niggas wanna kill they self like kurt cobain
yall niggas is as soft as pure cocaine
i spit that propane **** make a nigga lose it
yall some bitch ass niggas that be packin guns and be scared to use it
and my niggas be runnin tha streets like tha lox
trigga fingers is itchy like tha chickenpox
niggas is fresh out tha box we dont go for that bullshit
so my advice is if yall got them things yall better be quick to pull ****
cuz we dont play that **** in tha city im from
if u a bitch nigga ill have yo ass did in by tha bums
take over yalls blocks like get down or lay down like beanie
yall niggas is like stevie wonder yall cant see me

sum1 tell me how this is
i havent written in a while so it aint my best

Analyze the strength of my game, like Lee Corso
Call me a lost soul, with a vest on my torso
And of course, yo, y'all know I'm no stranger to danger
Like Christ in a manger, feel a whole range of my anger
I breathe down **** so hard you can see sound
And beat down these rap clowns in like three rounds
My pen 'bout as sharp as a dagger, walk with a swagger
Tie your wife to the back of a black Jag and I drag her
Ten blocks, untie the bitch and I still bag her
Give her a smack in the ass and a six pack of lager
My **** go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel
My flows spill like usin the wrong end of a funnel
Everyday I grow more older, and more colder
Fly you to Colorado, roll you over with a Boulder
I know you want to retaliate but you won't dare
Cause you **** with some niggaz like this who just don't care

it doesnt sound bad really peace

Yep good rhymes comin from everyone..




now everybody step

ight my geey u on bitch i'll spit for cause i'm no puss