Neverending Rap Battle

i, am, here
to shout my message loud and clear,
i'm gettin irrate, about to perforate your ear drum.
young bums talkin guns for fun,
mouthing off bout the slums like you're comin from one.
all i hear in here is similar, familiar,
"yo i'm a killer, i'll muthaf*ckin kill ya"
its gettin repetitive so take a tip, take a bit
of time over your lyrics and stop gettin negative.

pick ya face up
this is no waste
so im wasting my fluid all on ya bitch face
yall cats is fuccin stupid
thinkin faded wont turn ya mind ta fluid
the flow is so uncontrolible
so im blastin and takin off on u ass holes
i got money ta waste and gats ta bust
so wen i hit the seen yall rushin for the bus
me yes im like jerry fuccin bust
i got a team that won but we down
and we ready ta fuccin bust
im a class clown
wit alot on my mind
so its notin ta get on the computer and type out my rhymes
im too advanced yall far behind
so catch up or shut up
this is not a game
but rappin and playstation is all the same

no **** u a class clown
ur tryna act like 50...afta ya hurrd "Blood Hound"
ill beat u at ur hometown
cuz like pac "I get around"
act all nice in my face
den act big at ur place
u cant blast wut u cannot see
datz y u get mad at me
i even murdered ya whole family
ima get u when u all nice and cozy
da clock strikez 1...2 den half past three
how hard can it b...
u laugh like a gigly bitch...hehehe
but once i come u dont wanna beef wit me
im gon rest today
den come after u in da middle of may
uckfay u itchbay gon **** ur lutsay
cant keep up with my igpay atinlay
but hey....wut can i say.....

faded and determined
this is for u fadded ima hustla use to havin thingds thats rot got a gun named michael jackson and when things get hot id love to show you the reason hes the king of pop clown stop all u posers listen here im the champ and my title it aint for sharin and fadded u aint half the man that i am so stop comparin and you shouldnt spit because what you reciting is quite trashy u bark like dmx but you bite like lassie chump

Re: Neverending Rap Battle
Yo This is out to all the fake rappers on here beat my **** ah yea right
Remember kid, that I know where you live
and how much pressure to apply to the side of each rib
where to bend each reachable limb and where each is
until your appendages are hand pumping your lungs so you can breath in
See then, even your bleedin is still screamin
pleadin for loard Jesus while the demons redeem you from eden
like Heaven could stop me from being too mean
or coping spleens from pre-teens in New Oreleans
by tradeing beads for Ginsing or Ginsu cleaves
that where cleaned with Jim Bean cause you know me
I'm the silent, quiet type that provokes riots
all for the pointless meaning of straight up promoting violence

No One Can Beat My Style!
Neophunk up in here all ya about to witness this ****
That's enough about you let's go and spit it about me
so you can see what it's like to be white and an O.G.
sipping on O.E. hopeing I croak or O.D. on *prescription coke
before I choke my own throat so blow me
yeah, **** you too, who knew I would be the fool
to rob Brew-Thru with glue for brew and some free food
before I run through the mall with napalm and a bomb
*rallin on enough Adderall I could crawl from here to Islam
and to think that my shrink said that I could't drink or get geeked
let alone speak to the inner me who tries to kill myself in my sleep
like I carry this axe in my back pocket just in case somebody might ask
well relax, it's stashed by my ass to stab in the cracks of bad backs
so I murder your kids, and Fed-Ex you the limbs
with a nice little note that reads "I'm keeping the ribs...
to remind me at night that I can still kill if I like..
so I might return to your crib when I feel like it" right?

Re: faded and determined
leave the man alone kid go home your a cookies worst nightmare im your worst night mare you came to the wrong place to talk dumb **** you bout to see what it feels like to be dissed you faggot you make your self clear you aint got no lable youll never be able to spit sick twisted **** bitch you aint fuckin with us dawg you just warmin us up **** with me and see im the real mc bitch ass motha fucka !

we only talk bout death and murder cuz dats what we cause its clear we play no games we all tryin to get fame then we got faggots like you who cant spit so instead you talk **** bitch dont **** with us or we all gonna start gangin up on yo ass like fred durst did to paris hilton we'll tear yo ass up you fuckin chump !

ENOUGH IZ ENOUGH
OKAY

Hey,
im tired of getting up
waking up to u
like a child, u threw, im ripping like strong glue
coming at u
2
i hit rappers like lyrical whirlwinds
i aint jimmy white but god i win, pin
1, 2, 3

u out, i made u out
2 be a failed rapper like
eddie claxton wit margret thatcher
u a child catcher,
im gunna stop yer

tear thru u like a samaria
hit me back
end rap
snap crackle and ill snap u
how dare u
ill chew u, pollute u

aint afraid ov know1

ur a punk,
ur fight like a monk.
ur a rookie,
that dont get no nookie.
u can't pull,
and don't say u can coz thats all bull.
where as im a pimp,
i shouldn't even be spending me time on u faggot arse wimps,
let me get back to your mom,
so i can put me hand down her thong,
carresing her tongue with my tongue,
put me dick in so far she'll feel it in her lung,
it's goona feel so nice ill just have to cum.



thats it,
don't be messin or i'll have to teach u a lesson

King
King
it dont matter if u lose or win
i hear your chinese and your names ying win chin
u aint having a fling, u aint got a nob to put in
its so small i heard
u got stuck in a jar of lemoncurde
u turd
jus learn, write down sum stuff with ma pen
then
hit me with some raps when
u learn
u turn, i murn raps like a cooked steak
u come bak at me and it will be
Your mistake

pimp_king
yo king....teach me a lesson
teach me how 2 b a fuckin virgin
u cant beat me and him
cuz da 808killa will make ur shirt red
keep beatin u ovur ur head
cmon bitch letz hear anothur 1 of ur freestylez
call us out but not even loud
u lil fuckin cow....ard
ya hurrd
sayin u a pimp
u bitchy ass lil shrimp
go ahead and **** my mom
get genital wartz and puss on ur small john
wut r u a fuckin moron???!!!
jus dress as a gurl and put a sho on....
aight datz all i gotta say...now im gone

who says my **** dont flow
who says my **** dont flow
dont you know
im the local loco
tokein bowls pokeing holes in your skin
now suddenly your thinking
your a boat no longer a float sinking
dont try and goat me into a rap
i'll be strapped ready
do drop a medly
so deadly it pops your eardrums then your heart stops
witnesses will be interogated at the cop shop
i'll be at the hop n go filling the car with fuel
your own last will and testament states your a fool
a pool of drool on the morge table feel the cold steel beneath your back
head
smack you hit the cement and your dead
with my senatments i said
you inbred idiot
bring all you got
if it was up to me youd be shot
but since its not i have a hot track
that has what you lack
its called skill
some call it ill
but untill the day i die
u can try and spit
but you will have hit rock bottom in a pit
when u mock my ****
just because you envy it



yea i said it and what b****

Motion picture ****
Now dont think i wont hit you cuz im popular i got a Pin 90 zoom and ill pop at cha, catch you slippin and im gona give you what i got for ya,My clip loaded with 16 shots for ya,You never had a hot gun on your waist and blood on your shoe cuz a nigga neva done and said the wrong **** to you,homie you aint been through what iv been through, you not like me and im not like you,im like an animal with when i spit it is crazy got henny comin out my blow holes, but these niggas tryin to play me, one shot is not enough you'll need a uzie to move me after 4 bottles of dawn i kinda start feelin woozy,you'll be wrightin about my life like them gangsta movies, im gangsta to the core nigga you cant move me, i got my space at the top and i got this rap **** locked,i neva heard of you but you heard of me still i murder you, spit up and break open your convertible, those of you who notice like rich or poor artists, im still gona break through your door, this is raw your scared of me and your not prepared for me to hit you back, t-town, yeah i know you like that,

Re: the end of rick and shane
mike u soft like lips on a clit, it's ya boy infamous "pretty rick"]
u gay so u stay on a niggez d**k, so i pimp u out cuz u like 2 trick]
don't hate cuz i banged ya girl and kicked her 2 tha curb]
i'm gangsta bout it like i be kickin these words, mike stop suckin d**k and smokin herb]
i took a coulple weeks off and u still can't rap, so i'm back and i still want u clapped]
i wished i seen u n person, my lyrics might hurt but my hands would have ur face hurtin]
for certain, u d**k jekin, u all colored up like skittles on curtains]
u rap like u drunk and pilled up, u a alcholic drinkin piss in a cup]
me neva front, mike u gay and u stunt so holla back if drama's whut u want]
1

let me start by just sayin
im a crook
i'll give you a right hook
it'll leave ur shook,
scared to look,
and boy don't try ur luck,
coz i'll slap you with my pimpoligy book.
u'll wish u'd stayed at home,
then u wunt have that broken nose bone!
Ill leave u in bits
ur like a bitch without the firm tits.
u can't spit
u need my *pimp* kit,
to create a hit.
But its ok coz im the *king* of this ****.

this is one style out of many,
like a piggy bank a penny,

yo..yo check it
Its my life, Showin up in the worlds High-lights, your not like me man, im high like every night, once im called on im ready for the fight, my rap **** is tight if in a battle you'd feel the fright as my rhymes rise up and i spit em through the mic, so its an encore and ill do you one more as i set you up to fall its like a small town brawl, but now who you know freasher then t-town riddle me that, yall know where im lyricaly at yeah im back with a brand new track as soon as its done you'll be fazed you wont have the guts to hit me back, i hold somthin you lack, style and class,not to mention my rhythms fast, your time has passed, im a high roller spedin my cash like my times over, this is my motto we sippin out the brown bottle we chillin with the high town moddles,

HERO 2 ZERO
yo
check

i rap amongst the best
the worst dont phase me, crazy old lady
i rap to a beat like u wanna keep moving yer feet
im a rapper your a worn butcher meat,
meet me the newest emcee or is it jus me
SHANE

im back, enflicting more pain to y'all
like old flames, i aint outta dis game yet
beat off the threats like william hill bets
lets get it started toonz u flick, slick
gosh im sick, you can lik my shoes
then go to boots
get some new hoots to match yer moods
u cant handle these lyrics their to explicit
look
u jus missed it
yo

i aint sad and i aint happy
no more whores to get clappy
im all snappy, come here lassy jus kidding wit u

dont hate
wait contimplate
continous debates on this forum
alot of b****** the real rappers ignore them
i give props to the real mc's
stop trying to make a deal with me
mythicaly i slice u open with a sickle your inside looking sickly
time does not restrict me
how can another man depict me
i come up with rhymes quickly
as a form of communication
whats up with this generation
miss informed receiveing bad information
i have an inspiration a new innovation
my ryhmes have forgone a transformation
others rappers are left with mental constipation
this diss is there annihliation
through determination my imagination soared
i had revelations
my final destination
is to have a ryhmein conversation
thats my vocation
yours is masturbation
this is my creation

hey
thats none of your
u copied it to mirror the corrs
u trying to break da law


yo fessor
u aint hugh hefnor
or uri gellar, with haired umbrella
u a small fella,
your mamma like sarah michelle gellar
but she smell betta
in any weather
see im clever, together with cheese and leather
combinates the endeavour,
never