Neverending Rap Battle

I got anotha short one
U think ur black but really bend down and suck my sack
when u run its like a Fuckin concert its time for u to quit how am i gonna dissed by a white fat albert get ur lazy ass up and fit look at u with ur hairy bolony tits


im tryin

yo dawg i give ya props fo steppin up!,
But You dont know **** yet your Still a lil pup,
An by tha way bitch im ripped,
i got a sick pack, an muscles bigger then your head bitch,
you aint no real gangsta you juss a rookie man,
Im betta then lil wayne he juss a couchie fan!,
an Boy what you sayin bout ma mama, you fucked?
i'll slash your throat ,bag you up ,an throw you in ma truck!,
Find anotha line to write mama jokes are old school!
but you wouldnt know that,cuz you new to this crew fool!
Cuz im an angle,
but inside im a rebel,
Deeper inside im badder then tha devil,
make me rain nigga im louder then thunda,
i told you im satin nigga i'll take you unda!
more deeper then the core,
Dont say No bull shitt i dont wanna hear it G,
i'll have you walkin back home wit no teeth,
cuz i stomped them in tha concrete!
Homie you can beat me im hard to beat,
Streets smart nigga makin street Beef!


yo, ya gettin betta.. post some **** daily dawg you'll improve... peace yo, k-town down bra!

I've been practicing myself, and wanted to share this instructional video with you all. Mr T teaching how to rap, it has worked wonders on my flow.

hah, u fink u betta den lil wayne i'll bust ya spleen,
my ass u betta, i dont c ur name across the TV screen,
u probly got no muscles, u don't know how big my head is nigga,
n even if u did, i bet u a milion dollars they aint bigga.
Huh, hu u callin 'no real gangsta',
u dont kno eny1 u little wankster,
u probs a geek dat always says 'fanx sir' so dont call me no real gangster.
and u is fuk no badder then the devil,
u ain't even badder than my nephew,
n he's 2,
see,
u can't get more gangsterfied then a guy who still watches winnie the pooh. You even kill like a poof,
see i don't see no scarface slashin peoples throats,
get back to ur dads farm and keep feeding those goats,
dats wer u got da truck from in't it?
see most gangsters hav lamborghinis but NOOO u got a truck, i woulda binned it.
give up the fight boy, i only jus started n i won ya,
u shoulda known u'd be beaten, say enyfin tah me n i'll gun ya.
these words are jus spittin outa my mouth like saliva,
see am on your side too,
but then again, i'm conniving.
i don't hear you around, i thought your louder then thunder, but i can see your nose around, it seems to be growing longer then pinoccio,
look here, next time u wanna battle with me, make sure you got your words in your head, i know it's cheatin cuz this is freestyle, but it's better than being shot DEAD!!!

soz bt dat was crap. no offence :-(

nigga you aint no nothin bout tha streets,
nothin bout drug deals , nothin bout beef!
why you even join this rap battle home boy? yoU know nothin about beats,!
haha nigga your lines are wack,
ya cant even type, YOU must be black!
an im white! ask me if i give a ****,
NO nigga i dont give a fuckk..
im glad a pussy like you stepped into this fight,,
cuz i watch bitches like you scream for help , THATS rightt!
hommie tell me sumthin that i wanna hear,
you a bitch ass punk, i put you in acoma until next year!
mutha **** you think you kinG?
i got tha fuckin crown dawg an im wearin tha ring!
cuz its sumthin like float like a butterfly an sting like a bee.
i'll give one hook an a jab to yo teeth,
You wish you neva battled me,
cuz I think of you like broke back moutain ridin a saddle G!
**** this **** dawg , like i said you aint fuckin nothin,
this battle aint ova now tell me sumthin!!!!!

punk ass bitch.,,, dis is Vicious C from uptown k-town motha fuckaaaa,
y'aaain know ****!!

i'll make a punk like you sacred of life,
Put you in ma hood an see how long you survive,
im a fuckin gangsta from tha projects,,
Whats tha matter dawg. dont get the concept?
**** wit me more i'll go lyrically crazy on you,
spit it more spiritly an leave you prayin fo serenity dude,
you ain gunna see tha real life of a Rapper,
cuz you juss a fuckin bitch that will catch the back end of a slapper!
Yo gunnna fell like you wanna die,
when i hit this site , people open their eyes,
cuz i pop out like surprise,
cuz no one meant to see me,
im a ghost in the empty cities hauntin the Bravery,
they always say they heros come an save me,
**** that,, im the fuckin hero!!
i got magic powers to make you disappear an teleport to Euro!
i got tha coke i got tha crack,
motha fucka i own this town i got tha stacks,
you dont know how to hustle mang , niggas hustle you,
Like a dumb **** in Manitoba cuttin yo head off on a bus,
i dont give a **** bout those pimpin cars, i got ma TRUCK!
wit a lift kit, an pimpin wheels on it, an a stereo louda then ****!
i'll role through yo hood an laugh,
cuz all ya'll bitch fucka can come kkiss ma ass,!

Yall niggas weak so let me show you how its done
try takin notes from a real number one
you already know that person is me
i stay true to the underground so **** mtv
talk about it be about it whatever i say is tru
im the only one with skills cuz its obviously not you
its like i pimp slapped u worse than i do to my hoes
just ask about the nice thick dick size cuz they already know
all my hoes call me daddy sayin go daddy go
but that only during sex cuz then i say blow baby blow
im known in the south, north from east to west
they all know me because i am the best
see me, im kind of a big deal
for more than one reason but mostly cuz i keep it real
so if someone calls me out, go on i dare ya
just as long as this verse here hasnt scared ya

By C T wreckless

Yo nigga yo lines dat you write is weak,
like a leak under ma sink an the moutains peak!
you can call me shadow motha **** i sneak,
run up on you while your asleep,
an you'll wake up to me as tha last vision you'd see!
you think you what? gangsta?
haha motha fuckin nigga, who you foolin pranksta?
i keep ma poppin,
Then niggas get to droppen!
like a faggot on lock down commin from compton!
Ive done ma time nigga for ma cities people,
i made tha news home boy i made a sequal!
so you betta watch yo mouth before this bullet leaves ma desert eagle!!

K-town, B'z up!!!.. reppin da KTC motha fuckkaaS

Try to battle me,
YOU try to rattle me,
u jus a lil fat bee,
buzzin n annoyin erry1 includin ME

I make you choke,
an da poorest of folk,
will see you n say 'oh, look',
n i wont giv a ****
wen its yo turn you jus croak
it's in action, cupids choke-hold.

u cant pass me
u just not fastl-ee enuff
i'll hav u in hand cuffs
n yo mouth, i'll stuff
u'll b like 'doh!' homer n his duff

YOU WONT win ME
u jus crazy
go on den brah - amaze me
i'll have you as dumb as a daisy
i'm winnin ya n am bein lazy.

so i'll jus take a seat,
i'll bak of ya,
U nuffin, bt am da mafia,
your bound to be upset,
i jus broke ur barbie cup set.

it's hittin em like hailstone,
only harder, it'll break any bone,
go on, get on da fone,
n dial 9-1-1.

You wanna arrest me?
U can't adress me!
Atchoo - i sneezed - oh bless me
i'll hunt you down if ya fess me.

See am carefree,
bomb your city till its debris,
burn n whip ya so u get stripes like a zebra
go now fuckaa

See yo no good,
the way i spit is horiffic,
i'll nip it in tha bud
den i'll come down on yo and drown you like a flood,
so don't challenge me blood.

An am not blak, am not white,
this colour thang is not right,
but u thort i was blak aight?
n dey rap so good they'll getchu outta their sight!

i'll end this note with a good 1,
summat like,
i spit so hard you can't spit me,
nigga tried once, almost bit me,
so no can do,
cya, n dont mess wit me!! :-)

nigga i ain't king
juzz cuz i walk round wiv da bling bling
kings need helpers to get em right, bt i got homeez
u think yo the king..? pleez
i'll grate you like cheese
let ma nephew eat you, n spit on his enemy'z
u aint kno royalty, u jus a sleaze,
ur truck is wack, n i KNOW wat it is, i handed u da keyz

It was like a hand - me - down
yh i kno wer u got the crown
it was in the bak seat,
slut left it from her hen part-ee
i know **** about beats
i rule tha stuff n i sold tha seats

u shud'v come bt u misd it
dats y u poppin up with this ****
i can't blame ya
u fink u dat gud ya cudd'v been famous
i know dis gurl called janous
she a bitch like you too
n i rapped her like i did you
n in her knick-knacks der wer poo

she looked constipated
n her confidence was confiscated
forever
n now i feel like am in heaven
battlin erry nigga on da block
n u thought u wer da mass mint choc.

i dint wanna battle u at 1st,
i like vanilla
bt this stuff,
turnd me into a killa,
i myt get dun bt i dont giv a shilla
cuz erry1 duz u jus got to chilla.

And am goin easy on you,
for 1 reason n dat only,
ma hardcore'll make u an emo
giv yall sortsa diseases u myt need chemo

i wanted to battle wiv ya cuz i thought you wer lonely,
wen i saw ur spitz der wernt enuff, u a boney?

n u can't even spell!! brokeback is ONE word,
i'll make u into lemon curd,
jab yo teeth u'll need a dentist,
i'll get you reffered,
laterzz ya bastard!

HAHA yo nigga, your names joker?
c'mon who you tryin to joke here?
You talk alot of **** when it comes down to dissin!
but you aint got tha shot motha fucka. somethins missin!
you be a missin person no one will miss,
After ma gang roll up on yo strip!
you aint gunna pop of yo lipz,
cuz ya'll be kissin ma fist.
wit my hundreds of dollars on ma neck. an on ma wrist.
you talk like a balla,
but you juss nothin to tha game,
you like a broken puzzle in an out of order case,
i'll put ma mac to tha back of yo head an blow it all ova yo shoe lace,
turn those colours your wearin red,
in ma city junk like you already dead,
cuz he met tha led that came out tha tip of ma shred!
Homie i think youz fake,
bet tha **** you said neva even came to state!
in a state where bitchs live you play,
in a kindergarden play yard out in tha strees everyday.
Yo mang start spellin correctly,
before something genetically gets transformed into aids or historectami!
like all tha rest with me,
droppen dead like they OD'd an neva had nothin ta say!
i'll leave you dead motha fucka dead,
your gorund will be your permanent bed,
where you'll be sleepin hell is your new home,
dont worry im fuckin satin dawg you aint alone,
you think you bad ass at this ****?
how bout you juss chill an let me Dip ma ****!
my words are more deadly then weapons of mass distruction,
under constuction,
i'll have assumtion to take you under with no Cumpulsion,
no pulse in your veins the blood flowin in a puddle,
People screamin fo life they all Cuddled,
cuddled up in lil balls , cuz all you niggas gunna faall,
when this Gangsta right here sets it off,
i'll have all five of ya'll wit no jaws , so no speakin dawg its on pause.
You thinkin you got tha bling bling,
how bout i blind ya'll wit ma real ring,
hit you like you cant think,
cant even blink cuz the **** you sayin float yo boat then sank!
like a woodin boat in a rapid river,
im so rabid, bitch i'll make you shiver,
quivver in yo sleep , i'll rip out your liver!
feed it to ma dogs they hungry for fresh meat,
now **** you G, im out PEACE!!!....
........Bitch ass, ya'll skills gotta rise homie,
cuz im on top motha fuckaaaaaaaa!!

Hey, y u not replyin,
spits hurt so much, ya dyin?
dunno bwt u, bt am flyin,
n am not lyin.

you shud come on every day,
i need to warm up wiv sum1,
u myt not be competition,
bt its betta then no1.

u need to raise your spits,
den u'll get in 2 my snake pitz,
only if you got da gutz,
cuz i kno u got 2 cutz!

nah ama end it herre,
cuz i kno u fear,
shift ya gears,
den reply here!

nigga hu u tellin 2 spell corectly, am nt the fake, ur the fictionary?
i dont think gorund is even in the dictionary,
Joker's jus ma Able2Know name, dont start believin.
I'll kill your spits so much you'll start grievin.

am not the 1 hu talks ****,
just cuz i can tell the truth a lil bit,
i wont take this to the max, you'll hav a fit,
so **** off you lil git.

you ain't even got a mac,
so kneel down n suck ma sac,
u prob walk around wiv a pellet gun,
u so poor u need ta sell it bum.

If your words are more deadly then weapons of mass destruction,
how come they aint workin,
they stopped at a junction?

You can hit me with your 'REAL' ring,
cuz am so word i dont have to think,
i'll beat you to your blue in my rink,
then throw you in ma pool n watch you sink!

It's not my fault your dogs are so hungry,
You cant afford the food,
so yall sharin the gruel,
like fuckin dubes,
i'll mess you so much u n ur dogs be fed through a tube, boob,
n record the god damn crap then post it on youtube!

They say the rebels in Iraq still fight for Saddam,
But that's bullshit, I'll show you why it's totally wrong,
Cuz if another country invaded the hood tonight,
It'd be warfare through Harlem, and Washington Heights,
I wouldn't be fightin' for Bush or White America's dream,
I'd be fightin' for my people's survival and self-esteem,
I wouldn't fight for racist churches from the south, my nigga,
I'd be fightin' to keep the occupation out, my nigga,
You ever clock someone who talk ****, or look at you wrong?
Imagine if they shot at you, and was rapin' your mom,
And of course Saddam Hussein had chemical weapons,
I sold him that ****, after Ronald Reagan's election,
Mercenary contractors fightin' a new era,
Corporate military bankin' off the war on terror,
They controllin' the ghetto, with the failed attack,
Tryna distract the fact that they engineerin' the crack,
So I'm strapped like Lee Malvo holdin' a sniper rifle,
These bullets'll touch your kids, and I don't mean like Michael!,
Your body be sent to the morgue, stripped down and recycled,
I fire on house niggaz that support you and like you,
Cuz innocent people get murdered in the struggle daily,
And poor people never get **** and struggle daily,
This ain't no alien conspiracy theory, this **** is real,
Written on the dollar underneath the Masonic seal,
I HATE to judge you poorly but nigga you junk,
Like dirty mother fuckers squirmin in dumps,
My chronically Mechanically mind with fire,
Murder you like a maximum high voltage wire,
Flat on yo back dead ass a hood rat,
R.I.P bitch i juss murdered your ass!!!!!!!!!..

dis is juss a bust mang took me a while to rip it up!... holla back

The second verse is worse than the first in this respect ,
Scripted specifically to put yo bitch ass in check,
East to West real niggas spit with me,
But Joker you aint ******* **** to me,
And underground labels know that I don’t trust you,
You only independent til you major so **** you,
And if you pissed off cause you think that I dissed you,
Ill rape your mom so we can make this a personal issue,
I told you i was tha devil,
Remember that you Not on my level....

Vicious C.. k town , B'z up!

nah bitch, am not on ur level,
am jus on sum next level,
n bitch thats good cuz am 12, a girl,
n i fucked with u,
so **** off or you'll answer to my boo,
u think u good then do wat you do,
but yall be scared of the paki crew,
i can smell u a mile off ya nappy poo,
now look at this suprised n coo,
you do enyfin n i'll sue,
i'll rap ur ass wen am in da loo,
cuz spits come easy, but not to you,
dats y it took a while 4 u to write dat otha foo.
rapin ma mum wont make dis a personal issue,
but you'll hav ma dad to answer to,
n u can say u dont care but we know you do,
i'll have your mum hooked up with the prozzie crew.

take it back baller n try harder faller. :-)

this not hard on ya i hope.

Thought back an im rappin a girl,
The **** right here is an uptown world,
Yo 12 years Old i doubt it,
But by your spellin it kinda shouts it,
You aint got no words that have meanings,
Your still in tha 3rd grade painting faces an drawing screenings!
Talkin bout how people mess wit yo feelings,
People live it hard in tha ghetto,
Spit it hard about life in tha ghetto,
Smokin on trees ta make em mellow,
like they turnin yellow, They so cooked,
Like takin a nigga off the streets an markin em as shook,
He so took, by the devil he looked,
What you talkin bout tha packi crew,
Ya'll the ones stinkin up our streets fool,
No depression i got high compression of air in ma Head,
This venalation preperation has it stuck in tha Shed,
Where bodys missin , hung up in storage,
Like tha courage of a soldier lookin for Marrage!
To enharrit the carrits of silver he got,
The life of the streets make this block so hot,
Wit hood rats like you stunnin on This site,
People rap battle an shoot guns for they lifes,
But one of these days you will open your eyes,
An The world will be With no surprise,
I wouldnt lie, there death to tha Leads,
With niggas on heat lookin for dirty crack off tha streets,
Nigga im untouchable unbelieveable,
Im like The walkin devil Unspeakable an terrible,
So Crazy i turn a goood man to a rebel,
People on this site aint even cloe to ma level,
Im at the top of tha ladder,
An if niggas hattin betta write down there matters,
Snap wounds an bloody corners,
Like whores on blocks an house owners,
Are to close to rome borders,
This is a world order i will come down in shame,
Cuz i put motha fuckas in pain,
No time to explain,
What they wanna do, one chance to talk No time for 2!
I come on this site daily there no competition,
Now some one give me a fuckin explaination!

.....Holla backk!

I live a life of fuckin Hell,
Like pumpin weights with dumb bells,
Like laughin at niggas when he fell,
Sea rocks an sea shells,
So insanly mad ova ma cities blocks,
Dirty'er Then New yorks ghetto spots,
So intese wit dis rap **** , its juss blows out my mind,
An every line i spit everytime,
I commit a crime,
Wit da words that i rhyme,
Wit da lyics of Shine commin in so commonly bright,
You only 12 prolly still sleep so tight wit a teddy bear by yourside,
No lie, i would spit to motha fuckas,
Spit to cock suckas that mess with motha fuckas,
**** them motha fuckas,!!
K-town so real, my hood its coloured red,
But the memories of my people, an watchin them dead,
The awkward feelin of watchin yo family die,
Its almost like watch there soul drift into the sky,
BUT then they open they eyes, an blink twice,
And put a smile on they face to show that they alive,
You dont know **** about the real life,
homie yo stilla puppy dawg, you got lots to abide!
An not alot you have to hide,
But dont be makin choices that decide for your pride,
This time im done its late an im tired,
So fucked on coke my jaws grindin on fire,
Like friction makin heat,
Ima turn tha lights off an start goin asleep!
An when im sleepin i'll still beat you in ma dreams,
Juss see if we meet an i'll wake you To scream,
Cuz i'll murder you in your sleep,
Catch you by surprise when i come through tha heat!,
Cock ma mac back an show you whos G.

i will simply rip you to peices
instaantly your wishing you were saved by jesus
**** the police kid
they wont help you anymore than he did.