Neverending Rap Battle

Man, yo' ass is gone already
Yeah we gettin' on it heavy
You can beat me? Nevy
I put you in a ground without a sound
Make you cry, no one's around
I already sold you all 'round town
I already told how I get down
Man the 5-0 gettin' high though
They like to ride yo smokin hydro
Made of fresh fresh wigga
They pull a hit a you like they pull triggas
Attitude o' not they still see you as a nigga
Smoke you like how do they figga
Like how does that blunt keep gettin' bigga and bigga
Man you ain't gettin' shot, you gettin' bought
Cuz I hook up these addicts wit out a thought
You get at me? I think not
The only way you dispose of the evidence
Is when yo' ass gets smoked evanescence
Yo' ass get washed like herbal essence
Ain't no one be makin' messes
'Cept them seeds that get buried in the ground
Those are ya pieces, not makin' no sounds
Next time you grow up I cut you down
Wait -- whop, here come the hounds
Man the cops find you they just smoke what they found

Look who the f*ck names themselves W.W.A.
Ill have an AK to ya brain cuz you gay
you play wit fire bitch and you bound ta get burned
You can kill yaself afta losin this wun bitch really i aint concerned
I ripped up Lyrical disasta so im the masta
So wwa you a waste of my tyme you punk azz bastad
You a pussy callin ya self a wigga wit attitude
I need ta go ta rehab cuz ima rap addict dude
i neva stop and i dont plan to stop at it soon
Damn this sites like a family tree, cuz im YOUR DADDy TOO

Well if you read his diss to me i think i won but judges we need a descision

~1~

Man I ravage ya like a savage I'll damage you in Spanish you better bring out ya bandage, man ya rhymes is fricken outlandish
No estas nada. La novia tuya quiere me to be her baby fada. Si, es cierto la padre. I tear you apart like a toda madre. Now tell me you washed up broke-ass fiend, what the hell them rhymes you just spit even mean.

Since we all spittin in foreign and im a giant to you migits
Ima ripp all yall in italian and translate it in english
A rIggamton i choa Bastardo faggachio
That means i ripped you goodbye you faggot bastardz, so watch it yo
Im like domioes i give it to you fresh
Im on a role cuz my freestyle'z like a vest
inppenitrable unendabel unbefriendable cannibal
havin yall runnin around in circles like playin hot sauce in basketball

Yo you call yourself my dad/
man that **** is so god damn sad/
my dad died he aint around/
so you basically sayin you 6 feet unda' the ground/
sucks to be you/
cuz all yo' rhymes are through/
you betta listen fuckin word i said/
cuz in the begining you told me you was dead.

Man I need a father cuz I ain't got one
But to tell the truth, it ain't be you, son
You both need some years on me, fools
Cuz I don't need no daddies hangin around in high schools

Allright I'm out, I got ish to do, see ya later fools

ay yo damn WWA i think u got jay, it was short but the punchlines were just pounding

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Im biteing off the liquid tears, of liquid fear as hit the year,
laughing at the boyz whoz toyz with all the stupid shits with beer,
I hate the shear, fits are clear, and beat me for a big career,
lables are hott, bought and yours not,
baby bok will one day be hott,
he spits insane, lyrics through his mouth,
and loves to hear him sound without a doubt,
I'll make a studio, Bok and me, nigga we'll be hott, just wait and see,
Because i have a neverending flow cycle,
bought and sold, then i'll recycle,
through my flow cycle i ride 24"s,
with my bottle of poken 4, You'll hit the floor,
hit sore, kill me and i'll bite the cord,
Electricity runnin through your brain, sucked up and flowin through your veins,
layin dead like a bore, hunted, killed then ignored,
Don't hate me lord, cause im following someone you allonged for,
2 pak thought he was the man,
nigga he sucked more than "My Band",
dropin E, killah to be, mess with me and i'll take out ya knees,
trying to be me, nigga you aint close to see,
me, my vocabularys a little weak,
but atleast i dont wet the sheets,
i know this cat, he's a DJ named TREY, he's so fu*king gay, he sucks dick, like i eat hay, which is pretty much everyday,
I could sit here allday and rap away,
but this is starting to frey, like drinkin parret in bombbay,
i'm done for the day...

PEACE BITCHES...

some1 rate it 1-10 PLZ...

i give it a 6

aight aight... your opinion...

Yo is jay gon' spit back/
or is the dumb **** on crack/
he said he a champ/
i aint seen him stamp/
a new one at me/
maybe he knows that im a sick emcee/
he prolly decided to back of/
and go down an alley and jack off/
cuz he can't get no pussy/
because he such woosie/
my rhymes will kill him/
and thrill him/
and his name is fuckin queer/
and yo i am sincere/
i'll knock yo' ass to the ground/
and spit round/
yo' dead body/
afta' i blast you wit my shotty/
come on and try me/
because with the wrong G/
when we started to battle/
you should have known you were **** up a creek with out a paddle/
come at this/
and i'll murder you in a diss.

no offense WWA but jay would and will murder you when he spits back... so dont even bother...

i know im here to practice my ****

yo dawg u here to practice
awsum need help just let me no

aight thanks

yeah np man

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO u dawgs wnana make on huge ass rap ????