Neverending Rap Battle

yo theprofessor u wanna go,
u think ur the ****, talkin bought blows,
ya u must be a gangsta takin all about it
cause u ain't never had one and have to imagine it
and all this about some ones mom
how low is that
you can't even get some one to suk it
who's ur age man
**** I thought that was bad but ur lyrics are so week
all you do is think about some words that ryme and then think that'll pass
for it, but u thinkin wrong
thinkin that it'll beat all those same old song's
but wat u don't relize is that ur no better
then all those fake ganstaz
with there fuked up beats
and fake gangsta rap's from off the street
man they don't even know wat the street's are,
all they think is that they can make up some beat's and think they'll go far
when there all prolly from up manhattin
and don't even know the difference form a blood and a crib
and the east and the west's
they should all just go and take a rest
and sit all thur moitha fukin asses down
and then think about where ur from
and then right wat ya feel
but mang's try and be real cause I know u are fakin it
so can't you see yo Mr. professor that you can't beat this **** cause you can't even beat all the other mc's on this bitch ass site
tryin to fight about who's gonna bight in that brand new name of bein the best
but wat you all don't know is that
the ones that's the best is the **** that's talkin right now
so talk to ya later bitches
and all you wanna be mc's
like the game or 50
but u all know
that u all can't beat me
peace

shane with LIL M.B
LIL MISS B YOU WIN

i aint rappin to cause a conflict
im here rapping to a scrip
tyrna get my point across
that im the boss
and lil miss b rocks
proffesor u got smashed, hammered and thrashed
im here to congrats lil miss b
took u thought fully
her beef stuck u up to yer teeth
man dis aint comic relief
it belief that im going up as your going down
round , man u aint all with it ,


lil miss b i like your style its good

Ok ok so lets all shut up and ill show ya how its dun
your all fake Mcs u make me sick
u go around stealin uther rappers ****
stik 2 ur day job
sukin fukers diks
if u try 2 beat me youll put me in a rage
ill b like a fukin dog in a lions cage
u cant c me u neva will
cos my flows so fast it will make u ill
my lyrics hit u liek a punch
youll b fuked 4 days and days
im da thriller in manilla
a proper killa
im iller dan a mutha fukin jacko thriller
ill knock u out like rocky balboa
ill hit u so fast u wont no wot hit ya
this technique is real
my lyrics kill
im a white boy who kan rap
and weni finished spittin my rhyme youll feel handicaped
u no wot fuk it no more 2 say
this woz a waste of my time ill kill ne of u neday
so sit down shut up and wotch how its dun
ne1 wanna battle your fuked
cos im da number 1

fuk all the gay jokes
u lil gay joke
thinkin ur an mc
u aint got **** on me
my lyrics r da best
fuk all da rest
wen u read my rhymes make ya mind absorb
my lyrical abilities cos im a lyrical lord
i go wid a microphone
like jack goes 2 jill
evry mutha fukin rap critic is guna recognise my skil
ur all tryin 2 get da upper hand
but its all ova now so sit down and take it like a muda fukin man
if ya wanna fuk wid me pm me
but if u just a lil boi
tryin 2 start beef
go back 2 school u dont fukin scare me
no1 can compare 2 me
no1s in my league
my rhymes will make it feel like a shotgun hit u
fuk it it will feel like 100 clips hit u
if this woz a boxin match
id fukin K O u
30 seconds gone and my rhymes have alredy killed u
i warned u not 2 fuk wid me
but u pushed me
and now ive made ya c
tht u aint da fukin best
u need sum new ****
u lil skool kid
wid ur muma disses
they dont do jack ****
u probably getin ur lyrics frm a website
mine r cumin frm my mutha fukin mind
u kant fink on da spot
so u cant b a MC
u take 3 hours 2 get 1 thing 2 say about me
but ima give u a chance 2 cum up wid sum ****
so hurry up and make it quik
u mite aswell give me my crown now
cos all u mutha fukers r goin down

someone want another battle where r u gangsters

I'm not you're average everyday type of gangster,
My lines so mad they make you look like a wanksta,
kick you in the right spot, pop you with my best shot,
six o'clock meet me by the dock at the crack spot,
ask me no questions, i'll tell you no lies,
coz my gat is so big it pops hoes twice you size,
I rise to the occasion, my grace is amazin,
i'll **** with your mind just like an algebra equation,
I'm mafioso so don't go nowhere,
coz I'm known to go loco, so coco beware,
no pain relief when I'm having beef without the jerky,
its tough like tits, but I got more stuff that turkey,
hurt me, hurt me, then leave me alone,
when I'm upset, I'm breaking **** like turbo in ozone,
I'm prone to snap, and pop a gangster in a hurry,
So don't try to pop me, coz you'll just unleash my fury.

I'm a dip-dip diverse, socializer
I'm a hoof flat top rule, in eighty niner
They say come on, by now, you should of at least blown
It's funny, I'm mad famous for being unknown
I'm just a dirty ************, they hate my guts
All I talk about is bitches, and bustin' nuts
Yeah, I got a foul mouth, yeah, I cuss too much
I'm just so Ricky Ricardo, ri-di-cu-lous
And I ain't got no fly whip, I still ride the bus
I got MC Green on the scene with us
Hospitable, hitable, cooler, than Jacob who criminal
Miracle, lyrical, take every syllable literal
Little riddle, profitable, visible, iritibal
Little brittle, pitiful, for so through little, you tickle, you typical
Yeah, I talk ****, I'm cocky with it
It's hard for you to admit it, but I'm one of the best in it

makz 18 what was all that chitta chatta sorry i was of i mist it all so lets just say it does'nt matter you woman hatter what was that ur a woman hatter way did'nt you tell me that later did u really think i wanted to no about ur dirty behaviour remember iam GOD i've got powers strong enough to knock down the twin towers i could take the piss out of you for hours but i will give you chance iam going to remove you to go pull down your pants and write magic wand take him to a gay site maybe they will think you can put up a good fight oh and dont write back because lords put you in a magical trap finally thats the end of that.....

i just realised ur from australia then i give you respect man

hey yo can sumone tell me wat da point of dis site is, shut da **** up wit ur white flows and i aint talkin bout jizz, so yall sum hood motherfuckas keepin it gangsta, didnt no hoods had computers, yall sum clows fuckin pranksta, i aint sayin im hood i from da mean streets of boston, benzino been repin us wrong now dat shits gon cost em, i give a R.I.P to my homie cam , angry dat we lost em, and yo i neva been shot but stabed 4 fuckin times, jumped, ran over, so lets look at your rhymes, look at your lines, all i see is **** talken and sayin wat u want to happen, rap aint da noize of da streets, its gun clapen, g's makin money of coke traficing, and im laughin cause yall beleive deese corny ass raps are da ****, ive been at dis rap game for 6 fuckin years aint made a hit, foreal u cant make it by writen lyrics on sum website, it dnt prove u can rap, u say it a free when i no it took ya all night, yall deserve a cyber slap, and scraps u da fakest bitch of dem all, u aint no gangsta, wat u rep, yo id have u dead wit just one call,look at you on ur fuckin computers tryin to prove u can flow, talkin bout takein deese other kidz out, how, u just a lil hoe, im exposing u as a trick so all will know, talkin **** thinkin u safe bill gates style, ripin lyrics of never before seen battles from 8 mile, u almost pulled a line from evry raper on da east coast, try dat **** wit me youd become a fuckin ghost, and i aint tryin to boast, but all yall kidz is whack, drop yall faster den a shot to da nut sack, cuzz i dnt play, CHROME aka da street sweeper, and yo if ur moms is dead ill send ya to meet her, i makin dis up in da last 4 minutes of class, to show yall a free dnt take all fuckin day dawg its fast, yo you can respond wit a dis see if i give a ****, and yo rays right most da rap dat plays dose suck, nowadays it bout love, clubs and dubbs on a chromed out truck,
GANGSTA RAP FO LIFE

and yo im white

HERE WE GO

Y'all six feet under, im the great rap wonder
i rap with eaze, each time i sneeze i freeze
got Ds in ma G.C.S.E's
PLEASE


i pay my respect while it thunders
listening to u lot making blunders
their no wonder y'all under six feet tall
u cant climb walls, u sit all day
playing with yer balls, y'all sad
perfetic and weak
what u need is to read
YTZ biography
it clearly states i smashed gangsta's with toffee
buried em in coffins,
police interviewed me i sed nothing
meanwhile that prick on millionaire is cothing
to win a million he's nothing,
y'all remind me ov him he lied he cheated he repeated

little miss b
you think id let you diss me and walk away
i talk when i spray
i calk my ak
why is everyone always mocking my ways
im on the block everyday
hey miss b you might be right
i shouldnt use someones mom in a fight
i bout i use you bum its tight
you im just playin havein some fun
i write what i have to say and im done
yo gurl i think a lady that can rap is sexy
i wanna be your man i want you next to me
it made me happy when you tried and cussed
but relize i lust for being the best
seeing the others laid to rest
no more mothers jokes or incest
brothers this gurl broke my train of thought
im interested now i got to know
miss b where do u want to go
carefully i know that if i let my guard down low youll make me look like a retard and feed me blows till i bleed i need to kill this need to diss i rather be kissing you and feeling bliss i cant believe im revealing this but please dont misunderstand miss b if i was your man id hold your hand when your cold stand with my arms aroun you if it wasnt for this forum i wouldnt have found my true love
gurl your the one im thinking of
im done so miss b i must go and if u miss me let me know

i see we hav a problem

professor u aint all with it
miss b hates u so take a seat
lets go on a journey, we need to take u
back to when u were thirty
lets party, look at yer partin
your no martin, meanwhile im winning this race
were go carting, your used like a
milk carton,
talk about miss be
you cant even rap battle me
please
take a seat and have a rest
next time dont try your best
yull get messed, up down and under
u little prick
yer mothers home wit yer cucumber

haha ytz why are you still trying to cuss me
your dying on the mic trust me
i bust three ryhmes b4 you bust one
theres a hundred and one ways why u shouldnt spray
today im in a good mood for brutal warfare if i say it i mean it
have you been hit with a led pipe
left for dead thats the typoe of life i live
give me a knife and i slice through flesh
battleing me is like climbing mount everest
i'll sever your chest you can count on me i impress those who chose to listen i will expose your weakness
you dont listen you froze when i start dissin
all this is are pissen
matches i keep wishing the walls in this forum
i will have torn them
down to the ground and rebuild i found lies in your ryhmes
youve never killed
have you ever had only your will
to keep you alive
i strive to live
but nobody wants to give
a criminal a chance
they take a subliminal stance
to keep me locked in a cage
where i mentally rage
incidenatlly im one of the few who fill the page
with a ryhme that has different stages
my mind is blind to reason
you find it ok to believe in treason
the only one your deceivein is yourself
im not grievein when you diss i relax and remeniss
why would i make a fist
i dont break down im not confused
i wont abuse a girl thats one thing in this world i wont do
i dont have a concience but i do have morals
the contents in my editorials
are an inventions of apprehension
why is there so much tension here why cant we see clear
i know you dont hear me
im starting to get weary
but im back just that quick
i dont trust pricks
dicks who kick girls
who all there about is getting there dick wet
so how can they talk about being intricet
when there little intalect i see through
its not hard to be someone who
takes advantage of drunk ladies
im the guy who breaks your bones leaves you in bandages
for thieveing someones virginity
i feel pity for you
if thats all u do drug women
act like a thug to get in them
next day forgetin about them
when there shouting and crying
wondering why
is there clit bloody
trying to find out from buddies what happened
well your at youre house nappin
wake up and start rappin without a heart
this is why i doubt youre smart
for a start it takes to parts to ryhme
flow and a story intertwined
with youre mind
i dont care if miss b hates me
she took one look at my ryhmes b4 she wanted to debate me
lately i see ppl acting b4 they think
thats why the reaction is like draining down a sink
your brain is strainin to go to the brink
the plateu
where your mind is in a constant state of battle
they only thing consistent about you is babble
i contimplate non existence
im waiting till our species is extinct
were going to be another animals fiscies b4 we blink
if you all think i just look for words that ryhme
put them in a line and say thats mine
i wrote it make that noted
for fucks sake my minds erroded
ive exploded and imploded
my toung spits so fast its eroded
but at least the **** i spit is not sugar coated

In brutal warfare I don’t care im your worst night mare I dispurse unrehursed I burst out writein its not hard to outwit bitches that spit words heard in mantream music quick say something new one thing true, is that too hard for u, retards like you glue your lips to your ass start to trip when sulphuric gases passes through your lungs don’t be tounge twisted when I leave you double fisted times become troubled when im pissed kid the meaning in my rhymes are sadistic fads don’t stick there rarely remembered I barely see any point in you whats your point of view when im jointed I go to a new place higher then grace my mind’s desire a fire burning yearning to keep learning about how our world keeps turning every hour of everday one thing concerns me when I die will I bring with me memorys of my gory days I do not mean glory days
Thoughts from me are pouring out my eyes crying blood ive been close to dieing my will picking my face out of the mud I would have been killed if it wasn’t for the sudden of adrenaline rush sending out vocals that turn your mind to mush if you bend over youll find blood gushing its not were youre from its not about being number 1 were all equal we all walk under the sun we talk about guns when every one in a hundre own one im known stun if you battle me you under go a lobotomy enter into my laboratory I stab you gory
In to your ab I deplore the scaple staple your testicals to your head you fall hit the wall with your forehead
I never said I was nice when I dice you trice times I splice rhymes genetically emphatically u battle I do it with sattelite weapons of mass destruction if you steppin to me your ass will see desolations ive been through the trials and tribulations I compile information with a style that has relation to a composite confusion and clearity I will not feel compassion giving you contusions because you have no variety its no illusion I’ll beat you violently your body drops silently when im at the top youll be at the bottom stop now well your balls you still got them when the walls fall away youll be left in dismay don’t be pissed cause you cant diss this way

Ha! I remember the time when I broke your wrist
You ran off and cried in the mist
You may not admit it but I insist
Hello face meet my fist
I'm a n00b standing out in the crowd
Shoutin out my lyrics nice and loud
This lil' rap battle aint just a game
You have to put power you have to aim
I know what i'm doing I aint just rhyming
And i'm reminding
While you are sitting there helpless I snipe from above
I pull the trigger with no love
Quit hiding come out of the house
I'm like a cat and your like the mouse
Except this ain't like tom and jerry
it's gonna be the opposite i'll eat you like a berry
You say my lyrics suck so bad it's funny and i'm a nutcase
You wanna see something funny just look at your face
The president almost kissed you but your looks hit him like a mace
he took one look he took a breath and fainted
geez man, your face is tainted
all you little fools with your little half-rhymes
i'd prefer much more if you were just mimes
you wouldn't speak you'd just act out
pretending your trapped in a water spout

Yo Mr. professure are u for real?
Askin me if I would be ur girl
man u must be fuked in the head to think that I'd be ur girl and leave ma own man
my guy is the toughest he'd kick ur ass fool
he'd kick and curve stomp u till ur blood made a pool
I suggest u staep bak and watch wat u say
cause lil miss B dosen't take **** today,
or even the next
and if u think I'm not for real then
step in like the rest
and let me show u how my beats will kick ur ass
they'll leave u confused and dazed for months at a time
and u'l think to urslef man that ****'s better then mine
u think I'd hold ur hand
or even let u touch me?
u must be confused and used about one thing
that ya chic rappers might be hot
but it dosen't mean that u have to discriminate us in front of every one
thinkin that just becasue we're a girl that u can diss us and think that u can talk about us like u can just use us
You think ur lyrics are smart alway's talkin bought girls like u score all the time
and get all these girls that are fine
wen u prolly sit at home
lookin at porn and prime time
dam man u are sik in the mind so plz
just step ur ass down and think wat ur sayin
cause we all think that ur playin
with ur lyrics that ur momma helps u write
at ur 9:30 bedtime
that u sit up all night,
of think of all the **** u can say about lil miss b that u met on a rap site
and start thinkin that that's the girl for me
man **** u could never get me on this botch ass site that I just like goin on to write
I love my boyfriend
and I'll be with him 4 ever
He's my love and my hope
and no bitch rapper could ever say anything to change that, never.

hey yo u cant even get a prostiute that says free
So u think think site might work
sorry but it ain't miss b
like the way u thinkin
im just the killin plauge
i come around rarely but
u get on my nerves i come out quickly
dont let ur ass flow
sit ur ass down and hear this ****
that this site is for rappers not no
bitch
so plz just quit ur writin
and get off this site ....

Yo Mr. professure are u for real?
Askin me if I would be ur girl
man u must be fuked in the head to think that I'd be ur girl and leave ma own man
my guy is the toughest he'd kick ur ass fool
he'd kick and curve stomp u till ur blood made a pool
I suggest u staep bak and watch wat u say
cause lil miss B dosen't take **** today,
or even the next
and if u think I'm not for real then
step in like the rest
and let me show u how my beats will kick ur ass
they'll leave u confused and dazed for months at a time
and u'l think to urslef man that ****'s better then mine
u think I'd hold ur hand
or even let u touch me?
u must be confused and used about one thing
that ya chic rappers might be hot
but it dosen't mean that u have to discriminate us in front of every one
thinkin that just becasue we're a girl that u can diss us and think that u can talk about us like u can just use us
You think ur lyrics are smart alway's talkin bought girls like u score all the time
and get all these girls that are fine
wen u prolly sit at home
lookin at porn and prime time
dam man u are sik in the mind so plz
just step ur ass down and think wat ur sayin
cause we all think that ur playin
with ur lyrics that ur momma helps u write
at ur 9:30 bedtime
that u sit up all night,
of think of all the **** u can say about lil miss b that u met on a rap site
and start thinkin that that's the girl for me
man **** u could never get me on this botch ass site that I just like goin on to write
I love my boyfriend
and I'll be with him 4 ever
He's my love and my hope
and no bitch rapper could ever say anything to change that, never.

hey yo u cant even get a prostiute that says free
So u think think site might work
sorry but it ain't miss b
like the way u thinkin
im just the killin plauge
i come around rarely but
u get on my nerves i come out quickly
dont let ur ass flow
sit ur ass down and hear this ****
that this site is for rappers not no
bitch
so plz just quit ur writin
and get off this site ....

pop ya colla and start ya engines
its the kid wit the fuccin bizniss
causin a problems for kids and
laughin at u cats while u listenin
yall fools is fools thinkin imma fall
im like shaq im a fuccin ball hog
plus im a real hog wit a liscence
ta put ya life ta short distance
flow so hot they as who burned it
cant put a pen ta pad the rhymes'll burn it
been doin this since i was 10
cant stop my grin so fine im rated a 10
pass the gen and the hen im plannin on gettin fucced up again
the names faded u better kno it pay em
and wen i make it big imma be rich and fuccin hated

Oh man mr. professor you got dissed
Haha man you must be pissed
Damn you always are getting rejected
Your skills must be infected
Nice job lil miss b
You did 10 times better than me
Don't worry i ain't gonna hit on you
The professor is just a little foo
I know I'm coming up with these rhymes a little too quick
Lil miss b's rhymes cut off the professors (censored)