Neverending Rap Battle

u can turn me gay what the ****
you can write a book on how much you suck
when im battle rappin you must obey
and we all know that your looking realy gay
your good i must admit
your good for a little peace of ****
once again if you reply you will die
now you can just cry

(Again with the swearing -_-)

Yo man do you think this is game, trying to be the same cause thats just lame, HA you carn't kill me cause I'm already dead, put a bullet in my head, why I hear ya cry, to get away from your rap cause it's just crap, really old MAN I'd rather eat a piece of mould, than listen to your whack Jack like you smoked a barrel full of crack.
I hotter than a star, you'll see me from afar burning up this place cause you can not keep up with my pace, I'll smash you in the face with pan, chop ya with my fan, and by time I'm done this rap will be won, with your head to my gun. Each one on lyrics kicking ya ass like one of Chuck Norris roundhouse kicks.

Now stop dissing my friends calling them qweer cause they could rap all year, and your probably covering up your own gayness you probably got a didlo up your anus, while you sit there typing on the computer swapping your cash for some gayboy scooter. Now I'm done with here rap, putting you to shame with your stupid crap.

PEACE"!

you suck my dick man
how can i get out raped by a wonna be eminem
ask your girl i was doing somthing in her house
she had my dick in her mouth
and now bite my white south
thats it im done
so dont **** with me son

(Well one Eminem sucks balls and two I don't have a girlfriend anymore so bite me)

Ha swearing again to try and diss me, but I'm like a bee I'll come back again and again, cause I sting like a bee, so listen you don't have a chance with me. Are you a thief, cause you swaer all the time like it's a crime, or perhaps it's to ryhme.

Still I don't know why you try to beat me, cause I'm like Mr T my words are strong and big, built like a war brig. So I'm done here I could rap for years, I've got ideas coming out of my ears. So back off fool if ya know whats good for you.

eminem sucks balls? u obviously dont know **** about rap and are probly a fan of Bum money!
go listen to pussy rap bitch, disgrace to the rap name!

chailforce is right
eminem was the best battle rapper and he was white
yo Jigajig you must be chines
cause what you write to me is this:
hunatemali sena hade made hali
ponate mali fona huje mate hafi
im better see
another warning dont mess with me

my thoughts are horrific,they tell a story like hydroglyphics
despite my physics, i posses a talent that will ignite statistics
tonight im bollistic, starting every fight on this ****,
my sight is gifted, i see things at night thats twisted
please read my signs permitted, i posses rhymes consisting
of subliminal messages, my minds commited
when the times submitted i will strike with rhymes sadistic enough to make spines get shifted , my bar of sublime has been lifted
im sick of not making it , even thou my mind is gifted!

CAN ANYONE GIVE ME ANY TIPS OR HELP ME BREAK INTO THE RAP GAME, I THINK IM READY OR ATLEAST HAVE POTENTIAL AS IM ONLY 15 AND U CAN SEE FROM ALL MY RAPS I HAVE DIFFERENT VARIETYS. COME ON IM SICK OF TRYING AND GETTING NOWHERE.

Woah man woah,
It be the yung AustinKhoo all up in this bitch
you know if I am hittin it its gotta be tha ****
nothing less son
don't mess son
no one can do it better
my flow is cooler than the wheather
so put on on a sweater cuz I be spittin ice burgs,
yo rap is wack
yo ryhms are weak
man you couldn't get back at me iff u was writin this **** for week
cuz i done tore you apart you gunna choke
cuz dude u aint nothin but a joke

(your dissing a guy thats last post was 8 years ago OmG)

yo you dont know how to play this game
if u think that i cant play check my hall of fame
your the worst one here
dude stop eating from my rear!
austinkhoo where are you from japan
you already have a boyfriend man
so thats it im done
if i find you il kill you with my gun

TIPS this is how to be better rap here http://www.letsbeef.com/login.php?do=logout&logouthash=7a17853b3aab94a79cad9b92a9b0950e53dcd900
you dont write you say on michrophne only if you have a mic

WHERE’S THE PROFESSOR????

This is for dovlaking, AustinKhoo, Jigajig 5, sklizzard, yoRAPPERSyo and whitemike

(*Indian accent*)
You bah-stards!
Kamineys (scoundrels)! Guttas (dogs)!
You are all going to die now!

I have never heard a bunch of spiteful peckers, it’s true
Even an Indian can write rhymes much better than you
A bunch of competitive dudes so pathetic and rude
Jesus Christ, can’t you find something better to do?!
Mic-holder is my man, theprofessor is gone
But I’m sure they’d both want me to carry this legacy on
Because they like me better than you boring yappers
And you claim yourselves to be awesome rappers?
BULLSHIT!
I am the Shah Jahan of hip-hop
And I can make a song hotter than Shaggy and Rick Rock
Nope – I kid, I’m not hotter than none of them
The Drunken Master of rap, and I’m not even stumblin’
Beware this Indian kid
Who can spit brilliant similes that can make an genius flip
I’ve never sounded this devious, bitch
My verse is much different than any of my previous
Plus I’m brown, I pack toast more than cafeterias

(*normal*)
So you can go **** yourselves - and while you’re at it, touch yourselves
Before I whip you with my buckled belt
You get scuffed as well - it’s just as well
‘Cause you’re a bunch of muffy scufflers, ugly motherfuckers
I wouldn’t let my mother even touch ya
I wouldn’t let my brother even **** ya
I wouldn’t let my cousin even rub ya
I wouldn’t let my auntie even tuck ya
You’re not even worth a police officer cuffin’ ya
This is what you call a freestyle
I don’t even have to go three rounds
**** with me, you’re catchin’ a beat-down
Listen to these street sounds bangin’ from the speakers, wow
Go Elmer Fudd on you and bang you with a heater, ouch!
That hurts, doesn’t it? Your back hurts, doesn’t it?
Painful, but this sadistic rap jerk’s lovin’ it
Next time you diss my guys, I’m fuckin’ you up
worse than a plane flyin' upwards and landin' on the Virgin Mother’s tits

(Ok one what the **** is bum money two what the hell is chines, three I WAS JOKING! Christ were do you think I get insperation from, the bloody teletubbies?!)

bum money (young money-lil wayne-drake-nikki minaj-tyga tyga. etc)
i dunno what u mean by chines? i diddnt write that?
and 3, if u say eminem sucks balls and u dont mean it then make it pretty clear ur being sarcastic,

Fine fine plus it was in thingy's rap
yo Jigajig you must be chines

Yeah you are in my nightmares, cos i just fell asleep reading your lyrics
they were so boring now im snoring, storing up that flow its physics
when it blows its gonna tear you to pieces and youll finally be at peace
rest in peace cos the best is in, im a 5 star sheridan your an animal inn,
and this fool mixes it old school so i dont wanna take you,
Ima bake you, now dont make me eat you after i beat you,
dont fall to pieces but takin you is a piece of cake
only the winner gonna be eatin dinner and i just made you my desert
Your stuck in my mixin bowl now ima smoke you like your mix in my bowl,
howl dog its gonna hurt cos its a worthwhile bet that this dawg is alpha,
and now im fucken you up with this alphabet, your scream woke me up,
now im pissed get your physician cos you dont wanna be missin this magician makin an apparition disappear

I need a break, so let me take this time
to crush the fake, ima go and rape this rhyme
whoever signs me, i'll be his greatest find
ready to take this game and make this mine
ache his spine as i break his mind
replace his dime with my snake-esque swine
when i date is like i'm tellin balant lies
but my dick so big the chicks eat it up
after i beat it up i leave em dumped
bring em up, its all an act to bring they hopes high
i aint a drug dealer but i feed them dope lines
i'm a writer, you faggots aint comparin ****
maybe i sound arrogant but make no comparison
cause i'm evil with a pen, its my lethal weapon
it shouldn't be legal how i leave you with question
its a fuckin miracle how i can just defeat you in seconds
destroyin this fags who cant understand and hate lyrical
i have your chicks screamin oh god and they aint spiritual
its no miracle, take the pledge, repeat after me and stand up
"**** mic-holder, hes everything i wanna be "now your in my fan club
you will now receive a free shirt and a news letter
with a weekly update of why i suck and whos better *haha*
its all lies, you faggots by my side to ride
i aint got dick riders, i got castrators, and i aint even tried to try *haaa*


you dig?

Your self-indulgent ego is nothin' new to me.
Your steeze is so weak is funny, like The Boondocks used to be.
Yo mic-holder, I bet the only "Mike" you hold
is your boyfriends nutsack in your mouth when your at home.
So, tell me, why the **** would I make a comparison?
You got castrators alright, just like Mrs. Garrison.
I wouldn't call it arrogance. I'd call it ignorance.
Don't expect to make money. Your rhymes aren't makin' any sense.
This penniless, wannabe-pimp has gotta be kiddin' me,
he's got no chance at record deals as well as real ability.

Yo I Go To Jail n u keep posting im out Motha Fukers Professors Back

What's Good Every Body

fresh out of prison , n u think my breath outta wisdom
im back , what u lack , give a **** you whack
we know ya mom she sucked you back
n swallowed it , gave her some cock she hollowed it
give her some glock hollow tip ,
give her some rock she want all of it
ya'll love it
the way i brawl golden glove it
straighten up puff up ya chest n try to hold in ya stomach
when i got ya cell mate pushin it back in
like ya mom n mother jackson
guys like you we call bad action
you think you fly cause you always have wings an ya tampax'n
im old school break ya legs at birth
so there's no way u could stand back then
yea im the same now as i am back then
impacting ya'll with something to think about
ink ta mouth what the missing link about
instinctive bouts
pure cerebral fluid amoeba suited
dope behind the placebo in my needle stupid
ya'll love my rhymes
n wonder why other people do-it ?
cause i define the devine design a mind built a rhyme
ya blood brain barrier can't filter mine!


what the **** were u thinking ???????

Everybody look over here for moment
theprofessor's out of jail and I don't think he's jokin'
when he says he's got your cell mate pushin' it back in.
He probably went to jail when he got naked 'n attacked men.
He likes it rough, that's why he calls it 'golden glove,'
so send him back to prison ' cause he needs a lot of poles to rub.
I'm bold enough to go ahead and step out on a limb
and say nobody likes your raps, not even your drunken friends.
Your just a waste of time and you owe us all a sorry.
You probably couldn't even rock your very own birthday party.
You sound like a little girl. Where's your Barbie?
Ken's back in jail. Listen up professor, class is starting.
First you need to sit down and learn how to write rhymes,
apply a little logic and then use it at the right time.
'Cause by the looks of it you don't know the format,
thanks for giving me the chance to use you as a door mat.